Dominique. A mix of emotions rushed through my bones the moment I stepped out of my Mercedes. A tall building loomed ahead, but not tall enough to shield my eyes from the scorching rays of the sun, high up in the sky. With a hand in my pants pocket, I pulled out my shades and dumped it deftly on the bridge of my nose. It was next to unnecessary though, seeing that I would be stepping into the building very soon, more sooner than I would have liked actually. The building in front of me was a huge mansion that had somehow managed to stand the test of times. It had a close resemblance to a Victorian manor. In fact, it could almost be called that, except the very modern touches that were glaringly obvious. The choice of architecture wasn't surprising, because my grandparents built the house themselves and this house was their absolute pride and joy. They were so pleased with it, they named it The Manor Mansion. The Mansion had been standing for many years now, and while I loved com
Florence. I allowed my eyes to wander around the gardens and if I was being honest, the view from the balcony wasn't that bad. No, scratch that, it was gorgeous. I thought Dominique's garden back at home was a sight to see, but this, this was a major discovery.Flower arrangements ranging from roses, daises, lilies, even down to peonies were bunched up in beautiful spots around the garden. Other creeping vines and hedges snaked around and surrounded a gazebo in the center of it all. Fairy lights were strung high up on the wooden platform and it made me wonder what it would look like in the dark and all lit up. “I agree it it quite a sight to see.” The sound of someone's voice behind me pulled me back to earth immediately. I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end immediately, a sensation I usually felt when a certain someone was near me. But with the little time I'd spent with the man, this was no way near Dominique's voice. “ It's the prettiest thing in the hous
Florence. A groan slid past my lips the moment I stepped my feet into my room. Jolts of pain seared around my joints and ankle as I wobbled towards my bed in the far corner. I never really liked it because it wasn't all that comfy, but right now, I would take that brick of a bed over anything. I sighed the moment I slumped onto the bed. Without wasting any more time, I kicked my feet in the air and flung my shoes from my legs. They'd been hurting throughout the journey back and if I had taken it off a moment later, I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said my toes would come off with it. Tiny tendrils of pain shot up my feet as I moved my toes, a feeble attempt to bring life back to them. I winced every now and then, but it was nothing compared to the hammering in my chest. It'd started the moment Dominique walked in on Blake and I at the gazebo. I had no idea why, but the moment he stepped in, my heart started this erratic beat only I could hear. I saw the anger in his eyes an
Florence. Time seemed to slow to a halt after that moment. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I found it hard to breathe as the air around me felt choked up. I could feel the air crackling with tension so thick you could slice through the air with a pie knife and cut out a huge chunk enough to go round, but a part of me told me Dominique wouldn't be the least interested in that pie, not even in the slightest and I wouldn't blame him honestly. Something churned in the pit of my stomach. Rage perhaps? I wasn't sure, but all I knew was that I'd had enough of all of his shenanigans and his verbal insult since the day I'd stepped my foot into his house. I wasn't exactly sure which hurt more; Dominique's temper or the fact that Aliyah had betrayed me. Again. Anger bubbled through my veins at the very thought of it. So this was the main reason she was here yesterday. Just to get information. She didn't care that I was genuinely upset with her. She had no care in the world that s
The rain splattered on the sidewalk, licking up the roads and a bolt of lightning flashed briefly from the dark-night sky, shielding everywhere with light for a moment only for the darkness to return. I snuggled closer into my pillow, but the sound of the rain beating down on the old tin roof wouldn’t let me sleep and I turned to the other side of the tiny bed, muttering something unintelligible. Jeezz. Goddamn nature wouldn’t let me catch a breath. I’d exhausted myself the whole day cleaning up the house and doing whatever requests my stepmom and my half-sister tossed at me and this was the time I had to myself before I had to be up by three a.m. the following morning for another round of chores. It was a fucking sickening routine, but it was my life, and there was absolutely nothing I could to change it. No one cared anyway. Grunting, I stifled a yawn, getting out of bed to use the toilet just down the dimly-lit hallway when the sound of a door being slammed stopped me dead in my
FLORENCEAfter my dad was carted into a long black van, I stared for the longest time at the door, inwardly praying that this wasn’t real. That I would eventually wake up and all of this would be a distant memory, belonging only in the dream world. But, my stepmother’s voice sliced through my daze like a sharp knife and I turned to face her, my neck suddenly heavy for my head. “Make sure everywhere is sparkling clean,” she barked as if she was talking to a dog and Jenny shot me a mean stare as if daring me to challenge her mother’s authority. I dared not. I simply nodded, dragging my limbs off from the floor to the kitchen. Jenny met me halfway, landing me a hot slap. For a moment, I stood there, too stunned to speak, my ears ringing loudly. What did I do this time? “That is for being such a loud mouth. If it wasn’t for your stupid speech, those men wouldn’t have taken my dad away.” The way Jenny called him ‘my dad’ like she owned him, one would think he wasn't my dad as well. And I
I packed the last of my things, dragging my feet on the floor. Today was the last I would spend here as dad had informed me a ride was on its way to pick me up and I took one last glance around a room I’ve known for years. It was small, a tiny space I barely slept in, but the room was painted in bright pink–a color that reminded me so much of sunshine and rainbows. That was what my mother was to me until she died. When she took her final breath, a piece of me went with her and was buried six feet below the ground. Heaving a deep sigh, I tried to push the thoughts of my mother away from my head, but they kept coming back, haunting me like a moth drawn to a flame. Why did she have to go? Couldn’t it have been me? Maybe then, I wouldn’t be suffering the way I was now, doing housemaid duties in a house my mother once had a share in. My head swelled with anger at the situation and my fingers bunched together, about to form a fist when a knock suddenly came on the door, interrupting me. Th
I didn’t know who I was expecting to see, but it was definitely not him–the Dominique guy who’d airily walked in that night. He was sitting languidly on the sofa, dressed in blue white-washed jeans and a black singlet that showed off his toned arms, and he looked up as I walked in, a hint of annoyance in his gaze. I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me–not at all. He frowned, his eyes never leaving my body. My face flushed with heat at his intense stare and I was angry at myself for responding that way to a man who’d treated my father like shit. He wasn’t a good man, yes, but he was human and as such, he ought to be treated as one. Whatever had happened to him where he was taken to that made the animosity grow stronger towards me. I was curious to find out, but one part of me–the part that was rational–pulled me back. I didn’t want to get hurt by what I found. Dominique looked at me like he was irritated that I was standing in his pristine living room, and I could tell by the express