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What a surprise II
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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
Sophie:The broken Mistress Are you my mother?
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
Sophie:The broken Mistress My Mother
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
Sophie:The broken Mistress Had i known
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,
Sophie:The broken Mistress Before Yesterday
The air was refreshingly cool, and Sophie decided this was the best time to rest under the fig tree, which stood proudly at the center of the park. Families and couples arrived some minutes after the sunset, and they sprayed mats on the grass or lounged on the benches that the park provided. Sophie watched the kids squeal and giggle as they ran around each other. The parents were engrossed in their discussions, and once or twice she heard them laugh at something someone was saying. The park was a quiet place during the day, and it was here that Sophie spent most of her time, and the rest of it she spent behind the oven doing what she loved most. She turned her face up to the sky, allowing the cool breeze to romance her face and play with her long hair. She felt at ease with life; it was like the world paused and all her worries were gone.Her notebook, her only companion, rested on her lap, together with her notepad. She had gotten the notebook about twelve years ago, immediately
Sophie:The broken Mistress Before Yesterday II
Sophie raised a perfectly carved brow. She took the letter from his outstretched hand, wondering what it was about that Rhys could not just handle it alone. Usually, Rhys did stuff like this. He prepared all the documents she needed and made sure their accounts and tax books were up-to-date; basically, everything was his unit. She looked at the letter, noting the agency’s logo and their name spelled out in fine, meticulous prints behind the envelope. Her eyes went back to Rhys, who, as if understanding her unspoken question, quickly shrugged his shoulders. Sophie tore the letter open and ran her eyes through its content, then looked up to Rhys and then to the shop across theirs, whose shutters were sealed shut. “What does it say?” Rhys asked impatiently. She handed the letter to him and placed her notepad on the table. “Apparently, the laundromat and the restaurant have been bought, as has the land around them, and the new owner will start renovations as early as next week.” She
Sophie:The broken Mistress The new owner
Sophie looked at herself in the mirror. She had not changed a lot since she left her aunt and uncle about six years ago. Her hair had grown, though; it was at her waistline now. And her hips and legs had become more accentuated and rounder. It certainly attracted many men to her, this figure and face that she had. But they were quick to leave once they learned of her disability. Rhys was the only man who had stayed with her long enough, and sometimes she wondered why. She definitely was not paying him a lot. It was average, to say the least, but he always insisted on staying. She gazed once again at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. Her aunt had always liked to remind her of how much she resembled her mother but would never allow her to see a photo of the woman. She picked up her notebook from the dresser before her and leafed through it. In its pages, she picked a photo and held it up to her face. She had stolen the photo from her aunt’s room one fateful night when her a
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