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Rhys burst out laughing. “That was kind of cheeky, but I like it.” He marched to their ride, which had arrived five minutes earlier, and held the door open for her. “Let’s make this night romantic.” He whispered as she got in. *** Veronica was psyched with anxiety. Sophie was returning today, and she wanted to make everything perfect. She woke up quite early, and this time she tried not to remain in bed sulking for another two hours. She took her bath first and prepared herself, then went to prepare food and make the house appear presentable. Of course, she knew Sophie would not notice all of her hard work when she laid eyes on her; she only needed something to take her mind off what would soon be happening: meeting her daughter again for the first time since she was born. Eliana stayed in her room the whole time, not bothering to come out and help with anything. But that was okay; she didn’t need her sister, and she did not need a confrontation either. Yesterday, when she storme
Sophie:The broken Mistress Back at home
The ride on the train was longer than Rhys and Sophie expected, but this was a good thing for them. If the ride could go on for longer, they would have been happy. For some reason, they both felt reluctant to return to her aunt’s house. Spending those few days in the city reminded them both of the life and happiness they were giving up to be here. Why did they need to come back anyway? It was very obvious that they were happier away from this place. Closure. It was what brought Sophie back home. The need to heal. The urge to let go of the past and move on with her life. Rhys—this man whom she was beginning to love even more than life—to finally let herself be happy and free. She took out her aunt’s journal and began to read. They still had about an hour before the train would make its final stop in the town. She opened the book to the page on which she had stopped and began to visualise the images in her head. Eliana, her aunt, was infatuated by the boy, Adrian. From the first p
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A part that might have looked back. It was why she read the journal. Not for the sake of her aunt, but for her mother too, because if she really wanted to get the closure she so desired and move on with her life, then she needed to be able to forgive her mother, and to forgive her, she needed to know and understand why she did what she did. She took a deep breath as the train chugged to a stop. They were back again, and Sophie was not sure if she was ready just yet to return to this life. She would have loved to remain on the bus and follow it back to the city, maybe visit the museum, and look at the stars again. The stars had been so beautiful yesterday when she and Rhys went to see them—twinkling and bright. Now everything looks so bleak. “Hey!” Rhys tapped her. “We are here.” She stood to her feet and waited as he pulled their luggage from the overhead compartment. “Are you ready?” he asked once he was done. Sophie shook her head. She could never be ready because she had no ide
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Everything was a blur for Sophie. From the moment she stepped into the house and laid eyes on the woman. Her mother? It could not be that she was really here in flesh and blood. It could be that she was imagining things. Yes, that was probably what it was. She was thinking about the woman so much that she was beginning to see her as if she was really there. She was going to ignore this apparition that looked so much like her mother and focus on why the therapist was there. Why was Vivienne here? In the home of her aunt? Had she spoken to her aunt? Did she say anything which would hint at anything which would make her aunt have an idea of what was going on? “Sophie.” The woman – her mother – called breathily and Sophie’s eyes snapped up to her face. She looked almost the same as the photos Sophie had of her. If not for some wrinkles here and there, you would think that she had only aged five years instead of twenty-four! “Sophie.’ Her mother called again, her voice was shaky. That v
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Dusk was fast approaching and still, there was no sign of Sophie. Rhys was worried, Veronica was worried and thought she was the reason why her child would never come back home, while Eliana was too busy being angry with her sister for causing a scene in front of a guest. She had gone berserk earlier about it. Talking down on her sister like she was only a child. Rhys had just watched. If he did not care for Sophie the way he did and respected her so much, he’d have sat them down and told them how much they were destroying that little girl’s life. “Hey,” Veronica said, walking up to him. “I am sorry about earlier.” He was sitting on the patio lounge in front of the house, and she took the seat opposite him. He saw the redness in her eyes and knew that she had been crying. She folded her arms around her chest and hugged herself, although the weather was not cold. Rhys stared into the forest where he knew Sophie would have gone. He wondered if she would be calmer now. Would she wan
Sophie:The broken Mistress In my thoughts
Sophie sat in the filled bath tub, mesmerised by her thoughts and bubbly warm water. She had had enough surprises for one day, and the thoughts filled her mind and flew around in fizzy images in her brain. The thoughts were too much, and they threatened to drown her, to drag her to the deepest and darkest depths of the ocean of thoughts, where she thought she might not be able to resurface in the human world. Her thoughts were interrupted by the slow, creaking sound of the door. She looked beyond the dim lights of the bathroom, trying to recognise the silhouette she was seeing. It was Rhys’. “Hey baby.” He called coolly, not sure whether he was trying to be cool or not disturb the co-occupants of the mansion, even though it was big enough to host three times the number. “Hey honey.” Sophie tried to get out of the bath, but Rhys’ urged her to stay there. “I know there is nothing I can say or do that will get you out of this confusion, but, on your mother’s behalf, I’m sorry.” Soph
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The morning sunshine stole its way around the hills and surrounding mountains to the towns. The rays of the sunlight struck the eyes of the couple as they wrapped around each other, not letting go despite the long night. The rays of the sunlight attacked Rhys’ eyes, accompanied by the heavy twittering of the birds outside. He reached for his phone and checked the time; it was a quarter past eight. They must have slept for over ten hours—the kind of things that didn’t happen in the city. He looked over to the perfect woman sleeping by his side. She was the most beautiful woman in his life, but he argued in his mind if his daughter would take the place or not. She would let time decide who owned the award. “Oh, top of the morning, you are awake, my bright red sunshine.” Rhys stared down in mild shock. “Sunshine is actually yellowish.” He replied with a smile on his face. “Whatever. I had a dream where you were the sun.” Rhys looked at the coffee cup they had taken the previous nig
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She moved up the stairs gracefully, stealing a glance at the dining table setting downstairs as it slowly disappeared out of her view, and she could see the room housing the woman that was introduced to be her mother. She hesitantly moved closer to the door, unsure whether to knock or try the door knob. Before giving in to her decision, she looked downstairs one last time just for her to catch Rhys’ eyes looking at her too. It’s going to be all right, his eyes proclaimed. She pushed at the door, hoping it was unlocked, but was disappointed. Then she decided to try the knocking option. She knocked lightly, hoping for a reply that would never come. Sophie tried again, the loudness and intensity of her fists banging on the door increasing in frequency. “I won’t be coming to breakfast!!” Veronica screamed from inside, but Sophie was having none of that. She continued knocking at five-second intervals before shortening it to three-second intervals. She heard the cog of the door sound,
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