As a kid, I had a bittersweet relationship with hospitals. Bitter as I had to take awful medicines and injections. I don't even want to go there as I still hate them. And the sweet part was after checkups dad would take me Ava for treats, to our fav cafe. Those were some of the best days of my life. Then dad was not this uptight, he was more of a father than a businessman. He let us have the freedom of our dreams. I still sometimes, think, that when things changed. But even if I get the answer to that nothing is going to change. I recall, once I was suffering from some disease and the doctor said, I will need an injection. I still remember how I imagined, that doctor, to be a monster red-eyed, growing in the skin, and with ugly horns, with a big injection in his hands. He was my nightmare. That day was also special because that was the first time I did something out of my goody-good-girl character. I ran away. Not far though, as my little self could only carry me to the park a
Ava's POVNo one wants to be bad. But try being the girl, who spent all her life pleasing people, but ends up being all alone in the end. That's me. Rude, arrogant, and cold-hearted and there are many names, not the good ones, people use to characterize me. Am I all these?Maybe. People change. I did too.But believe me, I was not always like this. I recall when I was five and Iris three, more than mom and dad, she was my princess, I loved my sister more than anything. We had the best bond. Hurt her and I will damn you. That was how important she was to me. I would do anything for her to smile at me with awe and look at me as her hero. She was my pride. My sister was my gem. She was my cute, little chubby world. I would do anything, just to stretch those beautiful lips. When Iris first went to kindergarten, a fat boy pushed her, and she got a scrape on her knees. I was livid.The next day I punched that guy. Bullied him until he asked Iris for forgiveness. Dad was furious
"You know he will find me," I whispered, but I am sure Ava heard, considering we are the only ones in this small room, engulfed in silence. My hands ache from being tired up at the back of the chair, eyes are swollen because I haven't slept a wink. And I am exhausted. I don't know why, and how Ava and I reached here. What led to this?If one thinks I have the answer, then j doesn't. All I know is that something went wrong, something I don't have an idea about. It's not like we are not blood. Even if what Aunt Myra said, is true, then also it doesn't change the fact that Ava is my sister. She will always be. And no matter what she says I know she loves me. Always had. Or at least I like to believe, that she does. I don't know what made us drift apart, but I remember very well, even when she was pretending to despise me, she always cared for me from afar. Like when I will scrape my legs due to my clumsiness or habit of falling from bed, Ava would send maids to my aid. I know she
Alexander's POV No sooner did, I hear the evil voice, I pushed Jacob more into the alley to keep him away from Josh's sight. The way we are standing, I am hoping he didn't see Jacob, even if he did, I hope his stupid bragging will give Jacob some time to get us some help. I am Alexander Russo, the moment we tracked Josh, I felt something was off. A trap waiting for us was no surprise to me. That is the reason, I kept my security on alert, one call and they all will surround the whole area, what is needed is just one call.Even if I get caught, I will be fine knowing that I am with her. And maybe there will be more chances of me protecting her. So if Josh thinks he can scare me, then he really till now didn't know with whom he messed. The only thing that s scaring me is that my angel is in his hands. She is the reason, that despite knowing that this could be a trap, I came here, just so I can see my angel. Her eyes are covered by a black cloth, she can't see me, but I can very
I am here with a red rose, ready to kiss and claim my sleeping beauty...but mine is a bit stubborn...loves her sleep a bit too much....... ME Emotions confuse people, manipulate them, to feel things that never existed, and sometimes not at all feel what was always there. It's an illusion, right in front of your eyes with the knowledge of what it is and still, you get blinded. My emotions for Ava were always like this, when I was running behind her, knowing she would never be mine, my heart convinced me I have moved on but the moment I would take one step forward the tug in my chest me pulls 10 timed stronger, being with her was too much hence I convinced myself that I over her. Over. A simple word, but as difficult to do when it comes to love. AvaShe was always there in some soft corner, hidden inside hard exteriors. I recall how I scolded my heart and tried to reason that she is not the girl who did us, and she never will be. And it's not because we never loved her enough. Bu
Only a broken knows how deep those pieces cut.....ME:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Life is a beautiful tale to some people and for some, it's only a tragic tale with a sad ending. And stories of love have both, you have no idea, whether your love story will be a tragic one or a happy ending. The funny thing is everyone cares about the person around whom the whole story revolves, but no one cares about the love life of people who play a major role in their stories, no one cares about their broken hearts. "Ideal. No, Iris, I am not ideal. You are ideal. Ideal daughter, sister, lover, human, and student. Iris ideal Brooke. Even your flaws were perfect. And my perfection, full of flaws. No matter what I did, I wasn't good enough ever, for dad, Alex, and everyone. It's you they all loved and I, I was supposed to cry on myself and understand, what happened and why did it happen. It was me whose engagement broke, but people were by your side supporting you, it
"Where are you going, Daddy?" Finally, my baby asked the same question, which I have been trying to get the answers for, for the last 20 mins. Hence just like my son, I look at my husband with glee waiting for him to feed our excited curiosities. "Somewhere. You will love it. " Not again!! I muttered in my head, this is the very same line, I am getting, each time I asked him the questions. And I don't know, what at this moment is irritating me more, the fact that my husband is keeping this somewhere place a secret, or the fact that my son, is getting too close to his dad. I mean, if it was me, whom he would have asked this question and got the somewhere answer, he would have eaten my brains out, asking again and again, where is somewhere.But now that's his dad, he is satisfied. Annoyed by both of them, I huffed and looked out of the window. Xan and Xander have bonded pretty well, and things for once being normal around us, free of any dramas, made the binding easier. Alwa
Iris's POV "Hey, mom..." I stop mid-sentence seeing Ava sleeping peacefully with her head on mum's lap. I smile, feeling warmth spread through my veins to chest, seeing the view of my mom running fingers through Ava's hair, while she sleeps peacefully has something serene spreading in the air. If I rewind everything about today's day, it was so relaxed and calm that it made me feel as if this was something, I so desperately needed, was just not aware of. After Xander dropped me, I came to know that mom wanted to spend some quality time with both her daughters. And the quality time we spent. Something we never did in past. We cooked, danced, cracked jokes, did the makeup of each other and whatnot. I know all of this is pretty cliche and filmy, but we enjoyed. We wanted to start somewhere and we did. We acted as if nothing out of ordinary happened in our lives. And touchwood, I want our lives to be just like this. I love my mom, but the way she handled aunt May and Ava si