The sound of the alarm blared through his ears, forcing him to jolt awake.“Fuck this” Was Leonardo’s usually morning mantle the few moments before he stepped out of bed. His morning was a routine—cleaning up, dressing for work and waiting by the porch for his driver in his Mercedes.Only a few minutes later would he alight at the portico of the large building that was his hotel and when he pushed through the doors, he was met with a worrisome expression across Harold’s face. “I got your message” He said, turning in the same direction that he walked.“About a meeting?” Harold said in a questioning tone and before Leonard walked into his office, he turned to exchange a glare. “You don’t look alright” Harold noted and a sigh escaped his lips. “That’s because someone’s trying to kill me” He accused, throwing off his bag and then running his hands through his hair. Both their eyes met, during the time which a scoff escaped Harold’s lips hoping it was a joke.“What?”“Someone’s fucking tr
The moment his eyes opened, she was the first they met.Joan was seated on the hospital bed with her hands running down his hot temperatured neck. She heaved in a deep breath and Frederick turned to face her fully with a smile across his lips.That same smile he’d faked for the longest time.“Hey” She whispered, over it. Freddie, seeing the dull in her eyes was immediately concerned and he sat up. “Are you okay?” His voice was frail and shaky, like the gaze she was locked in.“No, are you okay?” Joan shook his head.“The doctor said you’re in so much pain yesterday” She grasped his hands in hers and he exhaled from his lips. “It’s nothing i can’t handle” Frederick chuckled but for the first time, Joan wore on a straight face. It was because of how broken she’d been all through the night that she dreaded asking him this next question.“Do you want to be euthanized, Freddie?”“I feel like you’ve been dropping these subtle hints and clues but you’re scared to ask because you think i may
The car tyre rovered upon a speed bump, causing Joan to jerk forward and inadvertently drifting her out of her thoughts. She fastened her hands against her thighs as she looked out of the windows.“Are you alright?” Seeing the arch between her brows, Theodore asked. It was almost as if he could sense the tension brewing behind the tightly shut windows. She threw her head upon her shoulders to look back at him. And with one hand around the steering wheel, he spared a second for them to lock eyes.“I’m just a little bit nervous. I mean what if she wants nothing to do with me and i just end up ruining her new family?” Joan asked, a little berserk and Theo scoffed. “I’ve watched enough movies to validate my worries, Theo” She harkened, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.The moment his eyes darted back to the roads, the smirk across his lips seemed to vanish and just then he heaved a deep breath. “You’ll be alright” Theodore croaked and her eyes caught the ‘Welcome to LA’ sign boar
The car came to a halt at the corner of the roads and up ahead them, there wasn’t really much but these two houses and a windmill a distance from them. The winds gushed in through the windows as they came down and both Joan and Theodore looked to each other at the same time.“You think this is it?” She asked but he didn’t say anything surprisingly, just pushed the doors and stepped out. Joan, with an arc between her brows came out the other side and sauntered behind him.“Theodore, is everything alright?” She asked.“I noticed the coldness all through the ride and you barely even saying anything i mean, come on” Joan’s voice was perched with a high tone and it was then he turned around.“Oh really” He shrugged his shoulders.“Thought i was really subtle”“Did i do anything?” Joan asked softly now and his lips disappeared into his mouth as he scoffed. “Did you do anything, Joan you’re asking me if you did anything?” He echoed her words and she was even more plagued.“How about dragging
“Oh my God”With a pair of squared glasses perched upon her nose, Freya was able to set her able sights upon the television and seeing that particular headline, that exclamation escaped her frail lips.“No” She shook her head in denial, because right in front of her was a picture of Isabella in an unknown man’s arms whilst they shared a kiss. She was beyond stunned just like everyone else was and her first instinct was to look around whether the kids were close by.They were not.She could see them, a distance from her around the dining table doing what they knew how to do best—eat. But then suddenly as her eyes turned to look at the clock and she begun to wonder if Leonardo had seen this news and where he was, the door suddenly barged open with a frantic and horrid expression across Tessa’s face.Her hands had been cut from broken glass and she was quivering—shaky.“There’s a fire!” She yelled and there was a vicious crack in her voice. Though with trembling legs, Freya was able to s
"Where is she?"Pushing a lump down her sore, dry throat, Joan asked. For some reason, she’d escaped eye contact with the woman before her. She had luscious dark red hair just like that photo she’d seen of Miranda and that was not the only feature common to the both of them.It wasn’t exactly rocket science that she was her daughter. “I’m Emma” She’d introduced the moment she pushed open the doors and Theo sauntered right behind Joan whose countenance had fallen beyond. He stole casual glances from the corner of his eyes and even his unconcerning veneer was very unbelievable.He saw how bereaved she was as she sat into the caramel brown couch and Emma had walked back to her with a cup of coffee. The farmhouse bungalow was eerily silent and occasionally the winds that blew in swayed the cream curtains side by side. Joan was in the couch, just opposite Emma but Theo was standing with his back wedged against the walls.His arms were folded, just like hers.“Where is she?” Was the questi
Isabella Evans arose from her bed with a forceful jolt, realizing her whole life wasn’t just a nightmare like she’d hoped it was.“Shit” She cussed the moment she took the newspaper in her hands to see the unapologetic headline that couldn’t have been any more invasive and insulting to her. Running her hands through her hair, even summoning a deep breath seemed to be such a task.Alas when she finally brought her feet to reach the ground, Isabella contemplated dialing the two men who had been dragged through the mud because of her. Her hands quivered but out of fear of the uncertainty—the fear that neither of them would want nothing to do with her anymore.God, she did ruin everything that came within her reach.And now, she hated everything. She hated that the paparazzi had put her in such a position, stuck between two walls when all she wanted really was a normal life to begin with. Foolish of her to have thought she left them behind in Norman.She remembered when it happened with
“The city’s really magical from up here.” With the lights illuminating her dark brown eyes and her ankles swinging from several inches above the lopsided grasslands, Joan said. Her hands wedged beside her, holding her up as she lent her gaze to the towering buildings of Los Angeles——most of the roofs piercing into the starlight skies blanketing over them. A crinkle crept to the corner of her lips and when Theo moved closer, her head rested so naturally upon his shoulders. The winds were merciless at this height but she had his jacket which she held around her frame and her hair which dropped across her face. She was seated upon the L, of Hollywood and him, on the Y.He’d made it obvious how uncomfortable he was, but it was a price to pay to enjoy this moment with her. For the first time, she didn’t have a million things racing her mind, and although she’d met her mother’s family, had lunch with Jazzy and Daniel, none of it really stayed with her.Rarely, except this moment was she