Adam's povI think it will be best I go see Olivia first, knowing very well how Olivia has had suicidal tendencies in the past, this would be the right thing to do. "Hey, man. How are you feeling now?""I am good man, thanks bro""Yeah, anything for you bruh. I am glad you feel good. Look, something just came up, believe me, I want to be there but I have to attend to this. But, I will be there as soon as I can""Sure man, take your time""Olivia! Olivia! Olivia!" and there was no answer. God, I do hope that she is all right. I would never forgive myself if anything should happen to her, I should have been gentle with her, I should have just told her but I did not, that was my mistake and I regret it. "Olivia!" I sighed, finally seeing her. She was in the bedroom, face down on the bed and from what it looked like, she was crying. I went closer and wrapped my hands around her, this should be a moment of silence. No matter how I tried, I seemed to never be able to understand her. I
Adam's pov"There is absolutely no way that you can threaten me. What the hell am I saying, you dare not. Yes, you dare not", I said watching her shake her head in seeming disbelief"You want us to go down that road today?""Sure, baby. I would love for us to try something new today""You would lose, honey. And I can bet already, you would be such a sore loser" "Bring it on, baby" and both laugh"That aside, how is Davies?" "Ah, I am sure he will be fine, he is strong and has had to handle a lot of terrible things, I am sure that he would get through this time""But, babe?""Yes""Tell me, what happened to Adam? He was not like this, no one would ever even dreamed of trying this before now. He was like a demi-god around here, no one messes with him""I am glad that you very carefully chose your choice of words""I do not understand, what words?""You carefully said was, the truth is that Davies never remained the same after you left, he seemed to have been broken beyond repair or so
(7 years earlier)Taylor's pov"What is so funny?""I must admit, you could most likely be the next Jane Austen, have you thought of venturing into writing romance novels? That just sounded like it came straight out of a book" The stranger commended "You still have not answered the question" I retorted"Well the truth is that that sounded like it was personal, no offense meant" He says"Personal?"I ask "Yes, like it is a story of you and your lover. There was a tone of regret in your voice so I guess this is what you use to soothe away the feeling that you and your lover might not have happily ever after. Again, I meant no offense. It is in the eyes, I saw it in your eyes"The stranger continued "Tell me, what did you see?"I asked, curious this time"Pain, regret"He answers "No, you did not"I objected"I did, love"He disagrees"Do not call me that"I warned"Calm down, tigress. Why are you so tight? You should loosen up a bit you know"He says "I only said I felt that in
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