Mom isn’t at her usual spot, in a vanilla recliner, at the fireplace hearth, to read dozens of articles. So, I assumed that she’s having an early bed rest.
I went to the empty kitchen to check if Mom cooked supper before taking slumber. Gladly, I found a butternut squash soup in a pot, still burned up. I scooped up some generous amount into a bowl and ensconced myself in mom’s best-loves spot. I can still feel Liam's grasp long after. How the world slowed down for a second. I buried my face on the pillow beside me to release the overwhelming emotion swelling up. I might go mad crazy tonight. I'll barrage Blake and Ashton's inboxes with the indescribable feeling that I had. Cut the rug all night long. Might swig few glasses of champagnes since mom is already sleeping. Didn't care if I wake up tomorrow having a hangover. Feels like a fever dream and I don't want to wake up from it. Welp. Then, the scariest thing had happened the next day. I overslept and missed the only subject that I had today. I woke up in the living room with a tired disposition and heavy head that might be a sign of unrestricted binging last night. I attempted to stand up but it took me a long time to get the hang of my limp legs. It was utterly odd that Mom didn't bother to rouse me since her job is an hour earlier than my class today. So, I tramped myself onto her room to check if she's still feeling unwell. I saw her swathed in layers of quilt and eyes still shuttered in the meridian of the day. I checked her temperature only to realize how high it is. Good gracious! I hurriedly pampered myself a little bit. I brushed my teeth to eliminate the reeking smell of alcohol coming from my mouth and grabbed three cans of iced coffee and smuggled it in my bag. I've also broke in with some sunglasses that I wore at last summer escapade. How could this day get any worse? l revved up my car, with mom reposed on the back seat. I tried to sober up on the drive down guzzling cans of iced-coffee when mom weakly said, " Why aren't you in school, honey?" "Really mom? Now's not the right time to ask me about school stuff. You're burning up!" After all that little conversation, she'd gone back to her deep slumber as I burned rubber and was anxiously beeping at the cars in front of me pleading to give an opening since it's an emergency. We arrived at the town hospital to visit Mom's primary physician. I gave the doctor a heads up and she told me that it's nothing serious to be upset about. She sternly advised mom to take another day-off tomorrow, in which she half-heartedly agreed. If I were also in her shoe, I would work so hard to save for the rainy days, but is it really necessary to overwork yourself? I just feel like she's drowning herself in work, not for the sake of earning, but to forget. Forget the inconstant man who broke her heart into a million pieces. As we navigated ourselves to the hospital's parking lot, I saw Liam walking with a fruit basket and white rose posies in either of his hands. It looks like he just got out of school since he's still in his uniform. I wanted to greet him but he looks occupied. I don't want to pry myself and not to look madly desperate, which I already am. Who is he visiting? A sick family member? his best friend? or a girl from his class that he had a sexual relationship with? Golly. I hate my brain. I'm getting paranoid. Maybe he didn't recognize me from afar as much as I do recognize him, because of the googly sunglasses that I had to wear that completely hid my distinct facial features. I love how his pretty face upgraded the hackneyed corners of the hospital and how his black hair remains unkempt despite the windy weather outside. We drove back homeward without a hitch and I nursed mom as soon as she retired once again in her bed. I practically demanded her to call me up whenever she needed something, from going to the comfort room or just asking for about anything. I still feel lethargic after all this time so I prepared my own version of tomato soup and baked some brioche for something to sod up with it. I was too zoned out in slicing the onion when the doorbell buzzed thrice. In my head, I think it's my open-toe shoe that I ordered online since I had an extra savings from my summer job at Everest Peak. No need for a touch up to cover up my sluggish, frail facade. The disinterested face of mine turned into a snarly one when the mystery guy showed up by the door. " Liam, what are you doing here?" I said with a panicking tone. He handed over to what seems a store-bought soup in a plastic packaging. "I thought I saw you and your mom at the hospital earlier so I brought something warm," he retorted. I got goosebumps and I didn't realize that I was already fiddling my hair, with my eyes fixed on Liam and afterglow on the background. "How did you know my address?" I asked. "You posted, like almost your biography on I***a," he said laughing. I compensated with a fake laugh that looks so gauche that I just wanted to cave in in embarrassment. Butterflies in my stomach started to flutter as I reached out for the soup. This day would forever be tattooed in my mind. I liked to rebound myself by offering him a cup of tea before leaving the premises, probably disenchanted. "Would you like to go inside first before fleeing?" I nervously insisted. I was so opposed to that idea that I can feel my stomach tied in knots. Firstly because, I was devoid of grandiose preparation to look like human in front of Liam. Secondly, the living room looks like it's been maimed by a giant whirlwind from a chaotic force, which is me. The fool that I am ended up as the clown of the town when he said yes to my indecent proposal.He looks dashing in his tight fit uniform. I couldn't stop peering at his strong arms while giving him a mild tour inside the house with me secretly barring him out of the utter mess. Engaged in my exposition, Liam suddenly asked a query about the whereabouts of Dad in which I immediately parried. "So, why musical arts?" I asked. "I love music ever since. I feel like a different person when playing. I love to see people dance and relate to songs that I write," he replied enthusiastically. I'm envious of Liam's intrinsic passion for music since I'm still at the phase of exploring myself, of what I want to achieve in life. I vividly remember my Grade 10 essay that basically asks us of what do we want to be ten years from now. I penned that I just want to have roof abov
Liam's birthday party is nearly approaching and I'm plucking up enough bandwidth to push myself out of my comfort zone. I even tried to strut with my bikini inside my bedroom and fix my haunch posture.I asked for mom's opinion and all that she can say is that fake it until you make it. A quote straight from a podcast that she's been listening to for quite a while now.I tried a visualization technique that I've learned from binging YouTube videos which are a handful. I tried to control my breathe whenever I felt anxious and to divert my mind to look at the brighter side.It was two hours before the party and I'm already downright spiraling. My ragged breathing and racing mind is just adding insult to injury. So, I called Blake on the double if he could drop by our house to pick me up.
Liam, who's a son of a proverbial chef, turned 22 in this very day where popular personalities, camera crews, and handful of guards in black suits skirt the compounds perimeter. My focus zoomed in in Liam's sizzling body."Why do I feel like we're in a different world?" said Blake."The king of the sea wants to see you Serena sitting on his throne," teased Ashton."Better get myself drunk enough to be able to do a catwalk than loaf around in front of the upper-crust crowd," I said.I needed my name to be plucked up in the lottery. It has to! I need to fight for this aimless venture that I'm about to embark. Liam is the one that I liked and I don't want him to go.So, I gulped a glass of champagne that probably cost an arm and a leg. An
Saturday Night The monster brooding underneath my bed crawled up onto me and morphed into a familiar figure. He tried to throttle me as I try to fight back. My ladylike hands were useless against him. His eyes glaring red, hair grubby, and strapping arms strangulated in my neck. I can't breathe. I can’t scream for help. I’m dying! I woke up with my pulse racing, sweat cascading over my face, and my muscles tightening up. I lulled my breathing to mellow it and with Liam consoling me by massaging my back. "Hey, are you okay?" blurted Liam. "It's just a nightmare,” I said as I knead my neck. I noticed how dark it is already outside. I worked myself up and reached my handbag on a rustic table abutting the corner most of the room. I dredged my phone and noticed several messages from Ashton and Mom who's sickly worried. Ashton's missive contains
SUNDAY MORNING.I didn’t get any sleep at all. Not even forty winks. I just gloomily stared at the drawn draperies with the ray of sunlight.Mom has been visiting me from time to time, rapping at my door, asking me to let her come in. I’m skipping meals and ignoring messages from Liam and my best friends.Today was supposed to be my whole week’s convalescence. I tried to fight the urge to stay in my room all day. But the chains are indestructible and my room won’t let me leave, like asking for a company.In twilight, I gathered an infinitesimal bandwidth to stand up and fixed my flyaway hair. Normally, I would always wash my face up with soap but water isn’t
MONDAY DAYSPRING.I rouse myself around 6 A.M., Liam texted me:“See you later at school, babe. Cannot wait for your soft lips and sweet moans.”Liam made me bite my lips just by sending me thirsty letters. This text is an understatement of him wanting you to do something bad to him. We will, he is definitely aroused after his dingy faring with his dad.He is sure jet-lagged from his itinerary yesterday.So, I implored myself to bake him some homemade brownies, to complement his espresso at Frankfurt’s.I arrived at the usual spot where Liam’s having his hearty breakfast.My conjecture was right, he looked bone-tired. I am responsible for Liam’s health, just like when he sent me those red roses.His lips, still as soft as cotton candy, when we kissed and his ocean blue eyes st
We materialized at the police station, where Jake’s being held off, half an hour later after we absorbed the affair.The foreground was seething with variegated news broadcasting station.We tried to keep our faces off the radar by having our hood above our heads. Liam tightened his grip on my hands as we passed by the curious media. He was uptight and furious at the same time.I can hear the wind moaning on our east, mixed with the pandemonium of crews and journalists who’s impatiently waiting for Jake to come out the station.I heard that he was being bailed out by Aries, while the remaining arrested were still incarcerated and to be judged by the Supreme Court later next week.Then, the flicking and flashes of cameras started to play a strobing spectacle in the middle of the moonless night. Jake was rushing, mortified of the possibility of tarnishing his dad’
This feels sinful but right at the same time. I put down the glass of water on the countertop. I was moaning as Caleb’s lips feast on my neck and collar bones. I was too caught up that I didn’t notice it was Caleb’s bare chest pressing on my back.The smell of Caleb arouses me and puts me under a lusty spell. Feels like I was levitating, transporting me into a sacred oasis.He started untying my robe after he unbuckles his belt pants. I can feel Caleb’s wholeness behind rubbing against me.He flipped me around, then carried me up the countertop, groaning my name. He pinned my hands above my head and coercively wrapped both my legs around his muscular waist. He started groping my chest with his tongue trailing from my mouth down to my breast.I wanted to stop him, but he’s so deft at making me not to say no with my concupiscence for him.