Maraïda's POVI woke up to the scent of fresh summer breeze and Yves Saint Laurent. The scent was addictive and impossible to resist. I felt my body pressed and coiled to another bigger one. It was tight but very comfortable. I struggled to slip out of his hold but he just pulled me impossibly closer, held on tighter and continued snoring away. I felt slightly dizzy and couldn't remember much of what had happened; or how Jared got into my bed and cuddled in with me. But it was a very pleasant feeling seeing him and feeling him. All was riding on pretty well until he started caressing my side arms and mumbled Sophia's name. It pierced me like a silver stake, right through the heart. How could he be with me and still think of her, even in his sleep. Did he really love her that much? Did I really have no chance at having him all to myself? I shoved him with all force away hoping he'd fall off the bed; but he was too big and I wasn't even strong enough. He just flinche

How ever did a simple act of desperation turn into a momentary addiction? then into a life ruining action? I only kissed her to shut her up but it never occurred to me that my actions could be consequential. Her lips were softer than marshmallows, sweeter than candy; she could kiss better than an honour student from a kissing school if ever there was one. Her lips, felt like were built or moulded to fit mine; they worked together perfectly. At first, my inner consciousness was telling me to back off, to respect the line; but curse my body and mind, we wanted more. I already knew she wanted this and I also knew I shouldn't have encouraged it but fucking hell, I didn't care. I dug my tongue into her mouth, craving to taste more of her, wanting her to stop me; but she gave in more of her instead. I should've known better. Because it was like reliving the first night with her all over

Third person's POVMaraïda's beautiful dream soon turned into her worst nightmare. One minute she was enjoying her life with Jared and their child as a happy family and the next, her happy family transitions to her birth family, and soon everyone is replaced by tombstones and her dream turns into a nightmare.In her dream, she first sees young girl, about twelve years of age, kicking off her shoes as she enters the house. Blonde with big ice blue eyes, she's tired, she looks like a middle school sophomore.She throws her backpack exactly where she'd kicked off her shoes. She enters the kitchen, straight to an almost empty fridge and brings out a half eaten sandwich 

Maraïda's POVJared didn't lie. He never left me alone. Well except when he went to work, which he had been doing a lot lately. It had been two weeks after we left the hospital. He had moved into my room; not move in literally. He just spent a lot more time in there with me: watching me while I sleep, keeping me company when I am awake. One time we talked about naming the baby.Our baby!"If it's a girl, I want us to call her Jena, Jena Shenko.""Jena?" I cut him off, "That's awfully unusual. Not a lot of people name their children that, It's kind off a rare unique name.""I know. That's why I want to name her that. My mother was called Jena. I would lobe to give her that, name my first girl child after her. But, if it is a boy, I'm thinking Jared.""What? You can't give your son the same surname as you,""And who said I can'

Sophia's POVThis particular phase of my life was like a repeated phase. Some kind of déjà vu. The first time I remember like it was yesterday though it's been years; it was when I left Jared, to go away, far away with the pregnancy he wasn't ready for. I was broken, wrecked and utterly disgraced. I felt so embarrassed thinking in was growing feelings for him when he wasn't even an ounce bit interested in me or having a family. I still don't remember how I survived without him, because I became so stressed; extremely stressed that I had to rely on crack. I hated it so much but I went into drinking and drugs: careless of what effect it might have had on me or my baby. Consequently, I had a miscarriage. That was how it went down. I lost my baby! The only one I was ever going to get.  Because the cleansing process caused me fertility. My reproductive organs had suffered the highest as the drugs, alcohol and all that burned my womb so bad that the doctors said I was lucky to