~Arthur Callaghan My phone started to ring and it was my mum. I was sure she had heard of the news and was pissed. I picked up the call. "Hey Mom""What's this I am hearing about you proposing" she yelled.I moved the phone slightly away from my ear. Geez woman! Calm down, don't blow my eardrums."I'm heading to the house, I'll explain when I get there."I hung up, changing direction to go home instead of heading back to the office, I too deserved a break from all this.~~ I pulled up to the mansion gate where my family lived, did a face scan and the gate opened. I was greeted by two bodyguards, Rodriguez and Leo. They had been in this family for a long time. This house reminded me of good memories which now caused me pain because my dad wasn't with us anymore. We didn’t really get along, but he was a good man, a good wife to my mum, and father to my sister. The last conversation we had wasn’t good, I wish I could see him one more time to make things right. I would avenge his
She took a deep breath and let it go. "I don't want Ana to know about any of this alright?""Of course, I won't say a word", I sighed.Ana was the last person I wanted to be entangled in this shit. I didn't want her worrying over things like this."Now, are you staying for dinner or not?", She asked gently.I guess this conversation was over."No, I don't think–"She walked up to me, holding my cheeks with both hands, "Please stay?"I really couldn't say no to this woman, especially with that face."Alright."I did miss her cooking.Her face broke into a grin, then she pecked my cheeks happily."Good, you do need good food in your system, just look at you", she squeezed my cheeks. "My poor baby is losing weight""No, I'm not", I slapped her hands away from my cheeks playfully.I know you must be thinking I couldn't cook but fortunately I could, but I didn't do it often, work
~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
~~It was a beautiful ceremony, the choir sang a lovely song as he was put in the ground. It made me so emotional, a few tears leaked or maybe it was just the alcohol doings. I could still feel the buzz, it was a good buzz, I prayed it lasted me till the end of the day.After the ceremony, people started to disperse slowly after giving their condolences to the family.I awkwardly stood at one side, watching people. Arthur must have noticed me because he was walking towards me."Hey, you ready to meet my mum?" he asked, smiling weakly.I have never seen him this sullen, he looked like he needed a hug or maybe I was the one who needed it.I stood on tip-toe, crossing my hands around his neck, snuggling him.I breathed him in and he froze.I hold him tighter for a few seconds before he relaxed, burying his head in the nook of my neck.We stayed like this in silence for a few m
~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.
I stared at the shirt and shorts, and I angrily grabbed them.So much for first impressions.I turned to look at him. Won't he leave for me to change? He just stood there looking at me."Aren't you gonna leave? Privacy?""Nope, you can go change in the bathroom", He took off his jacket, flopped down to the bed, and started scrolling through his phone.I huffed, walking back into the bedroom. Such an asshole!I stripped down, pulled the shirt over my head, then looked at myself in the mirror. I was literally lost inside it. It looked like an oversized short gown.I passed the shorts over my leg and tied it tight so it didn't fall off my waist.I felt exposed, looking at the way my legs looked in his clothes, then sniffed his clothes. It smelled like him, which I loved.I stared at my complexion in the mirror, at my unruly hair.I hoped Mrs Callaghan wouldn't think we were d
~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
~~After the ceremony people kept walking up to us to say condolences and I got tired of engaging in a conversation with strangers, I saw Veronica standing awkwardly watching people, then I waited for the perfect moment to escape and when it did, I took off. It would take some minutes before Mum notices I'm gone.I walked towards her."Hey, you're ready to meet my mum?" I smiled weakly.I was so tired of talking about my dad with total strangers. I still talked about him like he was still here and to realise he was not.I needed a break from all this and a hug.Veronica stood on tiptoe, and gave me a big tight hug, snuggling me which shocked me so much I became rigid, not reciprocating.She just held me tighter, and after a few seconds, I relaxed, burying my head in the nook of her neck. She smelled like lavender. This was slowly becoming my favorite scent.We stay like this in silence for a few mi