Olivia's povMy mother, I did not know how to describe her. I like to believe that she would have been a better parent had she not married my father. I am sure that he changed her perspective on life, and made her believe in his way of things. I wonder how they give us this strict parenting and yet, their parents were barely even there for them. I do not know if it is because of that lack they feel it needs to be this hard on us. Believe me when I say that my mother would have been a better parent had she not married my father. I have seen photos of her youth, and how carefree and exciting she was. She was beautiful, young, and naive. No way she is the same woman now. This woman sacrificed so much to be with my father and if anyone should talk about sacrifices, it is her. I do not know how I would end up marrying a man like my father, cos I would not. With all of her sacrifices, I have seen that men indeed are insatiable. I wonder how my mom was able to stay and put up with it
Olivia's povI know my mother was grateful for her family, others would have sent her packing back to her husband's house saying there was no place for her there but hers was different, they cared for their own. They would rather she be here and unmarried than have someone bore their daughter to death. Only in this period did I see that myself and my mom had this in common, we would slave for no man. My dad had let us leave believing that either her family would send her back to him (he must have missed out for him to not know how much family pride they got) or one way or the other, mother would miss him or I would bother her wanting to go back to him and the life of the city. Unknown to him, I was rather excited to be here. Here, I was afforded the freedom to play with other children as much as I wanted (this was the first time that I would experience another human contact that was not family) and visit as many places as I wanted. I was afforded the luxury to follow them to the f
Olivia's pov (17 years earlier)I could not contain myself any longer, I wish there was something I could do. It's just that even on days like this, my mom only keeps silent. She too knew when not to step on a tiger's tail. "Daddy, I promise, I would not do it again. Daddy, I am sorry" that was my younger brother, Anthony making promises to my dad if he would just stop the burning. Anthony was very stubborn, I am not sure if the word "stubborn" qualifies it. Unfortunately, I cannot find a more descriptive word. Anthony never listens to anyone but Dad. Dad had warned him severally to stay away from electrical appliances in the house as he was not of age to use them yet. What Anthony had with electrical appliances was like an addiction, or should I say it more than that. He was never far from where they were and would always want to try them out.The last time, it was the electrical heater and when dad found out, he had it plugged in, and made sure it was red hot before placing it o
Olivia's povI read something by J. R. Rogue, which says, "as children, we were fascinated by magic, as adults, we fear love, at what point did we forget they are the same thing?" I think the second type of pain that I have experienced (the first being from home), was with Colin. You know what they say about first-timers, it was hard to forget about him. It was like, he was stuck in my head and mind.I thought of him all day, I waited for him to call and apologize and tell me that he was sorry but he never did. I had to learn to let it go all on my own. It taught me something vital that would help me throughout my other relationships. 365 fucking days and counting. That is how long it takes to fail to remember a moment of touch. So before contacting anything or being contacted. Recall these words, since it will not be sheep that you will count around evening time, however, days until you are valiant enough again for a touch. I never gained anything from the relationship I was in
Eloise's pov“Finally” Eloise had said relieved that we managed to get in early. We were in our seats at exactly 7:36. While waiting for the show to start, Rose and Jon were arguing about who was smarter and would not get caught if they had decided to not buy tickets and sneak in. Sometimes, it’s like these two forget that I am nearby. I love how they are with each other, they could not talk to each other for some minutes and look like worst enemies to each other and the next minute, they could pass for Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy and Elisabeth Bennett. I must say, I envy it sometimes, Jane Austen's side, not MGM's Tom and Jerry side.“Who do you think it is?” Rose had asked bringing me back to the moment. I was lost for a minute there, lost in my thoughts“Think about what?”“See Rose, I told you Eloise is not her usual self”“C'mon guys, I was just thinking. We all think about things right? I am more than my usual self today. I would not be with you guys here if I wasn’t”“Eloise de
Sylvester's povIt is hard to explain mom's sudden travel. Mom was always worried about where I went, who I met, and if I stayed too long outdoors.It seemed there was more to this than meets the eye. It was unusual, most of all, she had not called since she left.I know I think I can handle myself without her but sincerely, I miss her. The house feels empty and I miss her waking me up in the mornings, seeing the worried look on her face, and her meals.Honestly, deep down, I believed that she was okay. This assurance of faith I could not explain how, but I just knew she was fine and in most instances, my instincts never fail me. ****"Sylvester, are you ditching on me? I have spent almost 30 minutes waiting for you. Gold is not even answering the phone or replying to his messages" an enraged Amber was saying to me when I answered the phone."Get off me, I can imagine your face. You know, anger gives you wrinkles and ages you faster. I will be there in 'Cinco Minutos' dear" I repli
Chapter 63Sylvester's povI did not like the guy from the concert who seemed to bug Joan. Hard to see but I think I have a crush on Joan and she seemed to not pay attention. Paying more attention to Amber was a way of helping me get through whatever it was I felt for her.But you know what they say about first impressions, "first impressions always leave a lasting impression" and Amber did not help matters either. She did not fail to introduce me to Joan as a flirt and had already told her of all my romantic escapades with ladies.At first, it did not bother me. It was a thing of joy and pride when Amber talked endlessly about her it was so easy for me to sweep a lady off her feet.They called me "the ladies man" you know I would brag.On one of those days, Amber had told Kira of a young lady who would not stop calling her to help her appeal to me if I would want to take her back, even as just a friend. And I did not fail to add the pompous nickname I had nicknamed myself."I thin
Anonymous' povI have no idea how long I lay beneath the planks of wood and heavy clay tiles of the crumpled breezeway. Looking back, I realize I must have lost consciousness, if only for a few minutes.All I can remember is something sharp hitting me on the head, and the next thing I knew, I’d opened my eyes to consummate blackness and a feeling that I was being suppressed.A favorite trick of some poltergeists is to sit on their victim’s chest while he or she is just waking, so that the poor soul feels he or she is being suppressed, but can’t see why. I couldn’t see why, and for a second or two I thought I’d failed and that Heather was still in this world, sitting on my chest, torturing me, getting her revenge for what I’d tried to do. Then I thought, Maybe I’m dead.I don’t know why. But it occurred to me. Maybe this was how being dead felt. At first, anyway. This must have been how it was for Heather when she woke up in her coffin. She must have felt the same way I did: trap