The hairs on my body stood at attention, I wasn't expecting this, not even in the slightest bit. “You know, I warned you, I didn't even do it once, which is on like me. I usually do it once and that's it. But with you, I did it more than once. It is obvious you're a stubborn little pest. You proved adamant, testing my not so big patience”. She laughs humorlessly.“The thing with stubborn pests is that they get destroyed, killed even”. She takes a step closer to me and I take one of my own back. We do this till I have nowhere to move to. Due to her heels she looks taller and intimidating. “Your marriage to Gregory didn't bother me much since it didn't put a dent in our relationship, but as time went on, your stupid little self took his attention away from me, you see, I don't quite like it when attention is taken from me. He has his sole attention on you and that baby and I don't like it. Even at events he ignores me all because of you”. Her blue eyes gaze into my hazel ones with so

When I was little my dad adored me. He would always tell me how much he loved me and mom. He told me stories about how he met mom and how they started dating and in no time they were married and they had me. Dad would always say that whoever I was going to marry would adore me, love me, cherish everything that comes with me. He told me my love wasn't going to be basic, it would be special, breathtaking, Nothing like he had ever shown me. He promised me it would be so much more. That my heart was gonna sing when my better half walked into a room and my eyes were going to light up. And even when time had passed on we were going to share a friendship so deep and strong that nothing from the outside was going to shake it. I believed him you know, I believed every word he told me not just because he said them but because I saw mum and him. I saw the twinkle in both their eyes when one person would enter a room. They had their couples fight but they always had that deep friendship that co

Gregory left three days ago and he calls me every day to speak to me and ask me how things are. And in all our time sleeping together he has never left my side. This is his first time going on a trip without me. A trip that he isn't really sure when he'll be back. I know he said he'll be back in two weeks time but he also said it might take longer. I've missed him, I've missed his warmth on our bed. How he'll hold me close, I've missed how he'd give me a massage when I needed it. I've missed how his voice would brush against my skin when he would speak so close. Oh how I've missed him. I've gotten addicted to his smell, his touch, his voice near me and his very presence. You know how a drug addict can't do without their drug?I think I've gotten to that extent without even realising it. The only thing that has made me realise it is his departure. Sometimes I sleep with his shirt on to get his pine wood smell on me. I know it's insane but there's no helping it. I'm not sure but I think

Gregory called me, we spoke for a while but I never mentioned to him about my encounter. I told him everything else aside from the Patrick ordeal. I told him I asked Oliver and Rosie to stay over because I was feeling lonely and scared.He didn't question me, he only wished he could be home to be with me, to make me feel safe.To steer my mind off things, I told him I've started to feel the baby kicking. He was so excited. I've felt those small jabs for a while now but I kept it from him.The first time I felt the movement I was in bed, I never expected it, it was so small but it happened. That was around my fifth week, as the pregnancy progressed I started seeing more and more of that subtle movement, now it's often, stronger and more pronounced.“Why aren't you sleeping yet?”. Rosie mutters beside me.“I just finished speaking to Gregory on the phone, I haven't really settled to sleep”. I responded to her query.“You should sleep, you need all the rest you can get”. She yawns, putti

Gregory's POVDays ago Denise called me, she was frantic, she told me a package was delivered to our home. The content of the package was a dead rat, the blood of the rat still fresh. Alongside the package was a note stating that whoever sent it always wins.My first thought was it could be that guy that she owed money but she was certain it wasn't him, she said she paid him off. As she told me the ordeal I could tell she was at the verge of tears, my wife was scared and I wasn't there to comfort her. Since she told me it wasn't that guy she owed money, it was clear to me that the people destroying my business are responsible for this. They've grown some balls to send threats directly to my home. Oh! and they did it at the perfect time. They were aware I wasn't home and they decided to send it to my wife. I've asked that she be moved to my other house in the city, and the security be doubled. Nothing should get past the security or I was going to deal with them personally. Even now