"You both stop this!" Mrs Riccaforte exclamations, standing between them and gazing at them one after another.She is a burning lioness among the two lions, but her anger is different. It's not because she is angry at someone, but that anger and fear of a woman seeing his family fight, and much worse, in front of her. It's that fear of seeing a hint of your family being torn to shambles- the fear of losing a home, a family that you built for years. I feel sorry for her, especially because neither Damian nor Mr Riccaforte is willing to back down. Not even at her plea."It's been years since we were together like this as a family, and this is what you two can do best? Can't you set your differences aside for once?" She cries, and I mean crying, except that only the tears are not falling. I don't know for how long, though, because her voice is totally broken, and I can see her chest heaving up and down from here.Mr Riccaford takes a step back from Damian, perhaps opting not to stress hi
"You can tell doctor Lemuel that I am ready now!"I heave out a deep sigh to placate my pulse at Papa's words. He can't scare me like this. I almost thought he was dying given how he all of a sudden fell silent. Gosh! My heart virtually exploded into pieces."Do you want to give me a heart attack, Pa? Who will watch over you after the surgery if am not here?" I ask as my heartbeat resumes its normal beating slowly."I'm sorry, my dear. I'm so weary of this bed already so let's get this over and done with. Tell them I'm ready." "Okay. I'll let Lemuel know. I'll be back." I fling to leave, but he still is clasping my hand captive in his. Actually, they, both of them because ostensively, Damian is caging the other one in his too. I glance between them, signalling that I can't leave my hands with them. Damian lets go, and Papa pats the one he is holding, gives it a peck and whispers..."I love you, my dear. Whatever happens, be brave, and always know that you meant the world to me!" Me
I gulp down the third glass of water. It's been too long since doctor Lemuel got into the operating room with his team and they haven't come out yet. If I ever said I was nervous before, I take it back. I probably didn't know the real meaning of that but this, this is a real freaking wrecking anxiety. I have tried out all I could in an endeavour to stroke my nervous system, but nothing is working. The terror is stinging so badly. My mind is a catastrophe of a thousand sentiments all discombobulated together. I should probably go and try to peek through the window. Maybe I will see something that will calm me down, or probably an aberrative chat with Damian's parents? Yeah, I guess that will be good. There was no fucking point in staying inside this freaking room because this improbable jerk is keeping his word about not bothering me except by telling me to calm down. Calm down my itchy ass! He can do that for me!"Where are you going?" He racks before me before I could get to the im
"I'm sorry, Ellie! We did all we could. I'm sorry." Lemuel finally finds his voice, and I had to glue my eyes in his to search for any sign of jokes in them. But not even a mad person would crack such a joke. He is serious, and I feel a wreking pain goring through my heart slowly, ripping it into pieces, and leaving them floating in blood. I face-palm my face, feeling the painful clear liquid wash my face. I thought I was brave, but when I feel my legs mercilessly giving up on me, I realize I wasn't, or that this is beyond my strength.Damian helps me to the sit on the swivel again, and I slam down on it.My father is gone? Just like that? But, Lemuel told me all will be fine. That's what Damian told me too. So what in God's name went wrong?I brush some of my tears, peeling my palms off my face, and leave Damian to work on the vast surging tears. Everything seems blurry, but I force my sight on doctor Lemuel."What happened?" I softly whisper between sobs."A sudden heart attack." H
"Thank you." I say to Damian as we saunter inside my room.He has been of so much help today, including going through the trouble of bringing me home."It's nothing. Please lie down and try not to worry." Damian speaks as he guides me to bed.I know what he anticipates. That I will lie down as if nothing happened. But how on earth can I do that?"After what Gracia did back there, and her threats, can you honestly tell me that I have nothing to worry about? That all is well? My dad just died, and they organized his funeral in a flicker?" I retort, curbing my apprehensions and refusing to sit on this bed."Maybe they wanted to intimidate you back there. Maybe...""The charade, maybe. But how did they plan all that in minutes when in fact they weren't even there to know my father passed away?" I ask."Any urge what this could be all about? I noticed that you don't get along with them. I mean, even for Nelly to do what she did, a sister can't do that.""I honestly have no idea, Damian. Al
"Ghosh! Those deep pink lips and the droolsome abs!" That must be Rose, and I turn around to them as Sherry continues the flirtations."Hell! Did you catch a glimpse of those dark orbs? They are as deep as the sea itself. Anyone would want to get trapped in them forever!"Huh! See these... No wonder Grace is looking at them in confusion."Girls? He is taken, remember? He is Ellie's boyfriend! I told you, didn't I?" Grace decides to spank some sense into these two horny bitche's dumb heads. They snap out of their fantasies."And ostensibly ironical" I add, catching their full attention as I continue, "my betrothed fiance whom I ran away from.""What?" The three voices echo together in bewilderment, their jaws dropping to the floor."Unbelievably, yes! I crashed into him on the day I ran away. We became beautiful strangers. Soon enough we couldn't refrain from falling in love. We became a couple-the happiest of all couples in the world, I would say. And four days ago at a dinner with m
I peek at the peaceful faces of my three friends sleeping, and all I can feel is covetousness. I envy how life is just sweet and peaceful for them. They might be struggling with one or two things, but nothing is correlated to this grief I am nursing. All the same, I am indebted to them for being by my side all through my lowest moment- the time that the day turned into night, the darkness dimming the light.I imprint my feet on the scantily frigid floor and stroll to the window, pull the curtains aside, and try to savor the serene warm breeze of the summer. I cast my eyes around the blooming humongous yard, cruising in its beauty for a moment. The tranquillity brought about by the outside breeze is terrifically magic, and the picturesque flowers are irresistibly scenic to my eyes which contradicts my predominant condition. Nothing has been the same since I returned here. It's been one nightmare after another, and the last one, the demise of my father, left me shattered, confused, and
After the long dreadful daring stare challenge, the wicked witches click their heels on the floor and hike out of the house to only the devil knows where. I breath out a sigh and stroll in the direction of the kitchen. My belly is rumbling after that unprecedented edgy morning squabble. The nerve of those witches!"Nanny Sonnia?" I call after entering the kitchen."Yes, madam!" She rushes to me, giving me a slight bow."First of all, don't call me madam unless you want to offend me, is that okay?" I ask."Well, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It was my way of honoring my new boss." She responds, and I wave off her humorous explanations."I'm not angry, but I will be if you repeat it again. Miss is okay, and I can make exceptions for just Ellie, most especially since you are my friend." I say, and she smiles."Okay, Miss Ellie. I think that's better. It doesn't make you feel old at least." She teases."That's a bit better." I respond."By the way, my dear, thank you so much for def