~Veronica BeckhamIt had been proven time and time again that I had zero sense when it came to fashion, which was why my sis was here with me in my room, plundering through my closet for the perfect outfit for the burial. Yes, you heard that right. I couldn't even find the right outfit for a burial that was also appropriate for the dinner where I would be meeting Arthur's family for the first time. I came out with just plain black pants and a black shirt, causing Lilly to almost have a meltdown. She then took it upon herself to dress me up but with the way things were going, I was gonna be late. "Don't worry you won't be late but fashionably late", she said, adding more clothes to my already disorganized room."There's no such thing as fashionably late! It's a fucking burial forgodsake", I cursed out loud."Language", my mum screamed from the sitting room.I frowned at the door like it betra

~Veronica BeckhamWhat a combination! An angry Arthur, with a bleeding hand and a shattered glass cup beneath him."Oh, my God! Are you okay?", I rushed to him, examining his hands."Of course, I'm not okay", he hissed in pain, jerking his hands from mine. "What are you doing here?""I came to check on you""I don't need you, so leave", he walked away to the bar cabinet, grabbing the whiskey from the table and chugging it down his throat.I seized it away from his hand in anger, "Sure, you don't need me but you're mum and sis do, you don't plan on making them go through another pain when you bleed to death do you?" "I don't need your talks", he moved closer to me, trying to take the bottle back."Don't you fucking touch me", I yelled. I held it high up in the air but he was taller. He reached for it but before he could get to it, it slipped out of my hand, smashing on the ground, close to my leg.

~Arthur CallaghanToday was the day we would say our last goodbye to my dad, though he lived in our hearts forever. It was going to be a hard day for my sis, especially my mum. She was shouting out orders, trying to make the day go as planned, paying attention to the details such as flowers to be used to decorate his casket; his favorite, White Orchids. We had to give my dad the perfect ceremony he deserved. We invited a few people, close work buddies of his, a few family friends and families, and just one photographer. Everyone was running around, busy with the preparations for the funeral, while here I was locked up in my room, trying to write a tribute but couldn't seem to put a word down. Torn papers were scattered on the table and floor. I couldn't write down my feelings and angrily closed the book when my door rattled."Come in." It was probably Ana coming to tell me it was time to go to the cemeter

~Arthur CallaghanVeronica was the last person I wanted to see right now, especially in this state. I didn't want to say things that would hurt her feelings. That would even make her dislike me more."Oh my God! Are you okay?" She rushed to me, taking my bleeding hands to examine the cuts. Why does she ask questions she knows the answer to?Of course, I'm not okay. I just punched my uncle, drove more than the speed limit, and cracked a glass with my bare hands.She applied pressure to the cut and I hissed in pain, jerking my hands off from hers. "What are you doing here?""I came to check on you""I don't need you, so leave", I snapped at her.I knew I shouldn't have yelled at her but she shouldn’t have come. I needed more whiskey in my system, so I strolled back to the bar, grabbing the whiskey from the table, and chugged it down my throat.She ripped the bottle off. "Sure, you don't need me but your mum and sis do. You don't plan on making them go through another pain when you bl

~Veronica BeckhamI stood at the entrance of the room, peeping. How do I show up for dinner looking like this, especially after Mrs. Callaghan just saw me minutes ago snogging her son’s face?I must have stood there for minutes before Arthur nudged my shoulders. "What are you still doing here? Come on”, he laced his fingers in mine, pulling me out. I spotted the food before I saw Analisse, the aroma making my stomach rumble. I hope he didn’t hear that. Ana looked at me from head to toe. “Ah… what happened to your clothes? Don’t tell me you guys—”, She paused, gaping. “I think I’ve lost my appetite”. She made a gagging face. Oh no! It’s not what you think, we didn’t have sex!“Arthur's bloody hands stained my dress, so I had to change, it’s not what you think”,“Oh, you should have just asked me, I’d have got you some dresses”,“Sure you do, but I wanted her in my clothes”, Arthur grinned at me.My cheeks can’t take any more redness or my face will explode from turning crimson.Ar