Willa's povI have seen my dad this way, he admitted that he was wrong or agrees with me on anything at all. This was shocking, I do hope that I was not having one of those silly dreams I usually have when I sleep.A few seconds passed and I knew this was real, my dad was to see things my way. Was this what it required? A fight? Why did I not think of this earlier? "Dad, are you sure about this?" I asked when I finally found my voice and the right words would not come. "Yes, I am more than serious. You should know by now when I am serious and when I am not" he said "I do not want to leave the school because of that girl, she would think I bowed to her and she would go round telling the whole school that I was expelled because I laid my hands on her, I would not let that happen. She would only use the opportunity to bully other students like myself who have decided to take the silent route" I said reasonably"I am impressed that you think of it that way but that should not be our ma
Willa's povMy auntie Olivia continued to meet more often all thanks to my uncle. Thankfully, we have been able to keep this away from dad with all his claims of being meticulous, this was one thing he could not figure out. Uncle would pick me up and take me to her and would do the same when we were done, making sure I get back into the house safely without being noticed. I wonder why he did all of that for me, he is one of the nicest people I have met. I knew he was putting himself at great risk should anything happen to me or dad were to find out, he would sure as hell be losing his job and trust in his father. I guess both of us (myself and auntie Olivia) needed each other's company. She had confessed to me that for most of her life, she had been lonely. I told her she was lucky, that I for one has been lonely all my life"But, you have your dad," she said"Yes, I do and at the same time, I do not. He is always busy with one thing or the other and never seems to have time. I am n
Mr. Davies's povWhenever he hesitated in that manner, I knew he was trying to choose his words carefully. I was trying to get to the root of this so I decided to ask him if he had been in contact with Olivia. I had to look out for all the possible reasons that he might want to reach out to Olivia and all the other reasons he would not. Thinking of all the times he had told me to let go of Olivia as she was not the right one for me. If he did bring her back, why now? Could Arnold be the traitor? Going into the house, I found Willa watching her favorite show on TV, she loved it so much that anything she watched, she would laugh so hard and long. She seemed to notice that I had come in and decided to put off the Tv as I would always scold her for watching TV shows that late."Go on, you can watch all you want today. Actually, not all just this show because you have to go to bed when it ends. You are lucky I am in a good mood today" this had her smiling and she ran over to where I wa
Willa's povIt was difficult to fall asleep, thinking about what it was dad wanted to discuss with me. What could it be I wondered, a thousand thoughts crossed my mind, did he find out about my little escapade with uncle Arnold? If so, I had to come up with a very good excuseMaybe I should call uncle I thought, we could share ideas should in case dad asks me about it. Ah, it was too late to call someone, I should call him tomorrow.The night went by very fast for I could not believe that it was morning. I mean, it felt like I just slept for five minutes. I thought to call uncle Arnold but I decided against it. I was growing, I should learn to handle things by myself now and not depend on anyone else. I could use the school now, I thought. If had been going to school, I would have had the perfect excuse for this morning and braced myself up for whatever it is. "Let me just get on with it already," I said, rather too loud to myself. I had a cup of coffee and went downstairs to check o
Eloise's povMr. Davies seemed to have a lot of things going on with him recently. Whenever we are together, he looked like he was bothered about something, always lost in his thoughts"Eloise?" He called sounding serious "Date me, officially" "What?" I finally uttered. I was speechless, I was not expecting that and not for him to do it so plainly. Do not get me all wrong, I like him. I think what I feel for him is more than like but considering that I know he runs a drug cartel makes it scares me. What would I tell my family? That I fell in love with a Don Pedro? Everything was just happening quickly, too quickly in fact. "You are silent""Uh, yes, I mean it is too sudden don't you think?""It is the first time I have felt this way about a woman in years so I do not think it is sudden," he said calmly "I understand, I have not been in a relationship too for a very long time more reason I think we need time to process our feelings and not try to rush things up""You do not trust m
Natasha's povPerhaps I was ready to be found. Not from an actual perspective. In a more embodiment sense. Otherworldly sense. Practically majestic.I needed to be found for what my identity was. I believed that somebody should see through the exterior I give everybody. To perceive how I am feeling and thinking. I could be all grins, giggles, and my active, well-disposed, spirited self.Yet, lift that cloth sheet off. You know the one. The one with eyelet trim on the edges. White, however a little ivory in certain spots from staining from the sun.Lift that off, and you will see the wrecked miserable young lady I am. Making a good attempt to grin, be kinder, and cause individuals to giggle so they do not feel how I feel. If I can fill somebody's heart with joy somewhat more brilliantly, that is superior to how I feel.I did not wish for all the injuries. I never needed the tragedies that cut sincerely. However, they occurred. What's more, they transformed me personally. You could neve
Eloise's povHonestly, I was tired of all the lies and pretense. I could not keep up with it any longer. Every minute I spend in his presence, it feels like I would explode. I think that after my relationship with Davies ends, I should stay off relationships for a while, get myself together and just focus on myself. Relationships were not worth the stress after all. What do I gain from them anyway? Men seem to always want to just take and never give back. I could fill books with refrains of awfulness to make sense of why I lived in purposeful separation, however, the truth of the matter is undeniably seriously wrecking. I slice off all streets prompting myself because of a paranoid fear of truly permitting one more to draw near to the point of harming my heart, however, eventually, I just wound up harming myself. No one ever taught me how to love right, my parents were never given the chance to. I see him up there, perfect and charming. I know I should stay but I am sick trying to
Eloise's pov I grew up, unlike other young ladies. While different young ladies were playing with their barbie dolls and imagining cosmetics, I was playing hunt in the forest with a gathering of neighborhood kids where our headquarters was a wooden post in a tree. While different young ladies were tied in with getting ready for parties, I was laying on my bed under a lamp as my grandmother made me understand books. While different young ladies were putting on cosmetics to look more normal, I was running set up in my space to a dance blend tape I made for two or three hours delivering all my pressure. While different young ladies had an enormous gathering of sweethearts, I had just a select 2 or 3 dear companions I can truly trust, act naturally around, and chuckle over nothing with. While other young ladies become inebriated after school sites during the day, I went to work and moved to graduate in a media organization going to gatherings on 36th Street in New York City, as a repo