As I step into my dad's study room or safe haven, so he called it, I can't help but feel a need to leave this place as soon as I can but that will be hurtful, first to my mom and to the dead.A big box with my name boldly labelled on it is sitting on the table. I open the box and go through the content carefully. They're so many pictures and receipts and letters, I used to write my dad everyday after he got diagnosed of pulmonary embolism in my seventh grade. I wrote him a letter everyday throughout my seventh and eighth grade. I open the receipts, just because I'm curious of course. It's a payment to a 'parenting a teen and young adult' class. Wait a minute, my dad enrolled in a parenting class because of me? A tear falls from my eyes onto the receipt and I wipe it off. I was my dad's favorite, he was an elder brother to me but I didn't trust him enough that I hated him because I was raped. I sniff and rummage through the box and I see a couple of phone numbers and some other st

BAILEY"Don't be an over jealous boyfriend Bryne" I gently poke his side and he rolls his eyes.My mom walks to us smiling. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, come on, let's go home" Bryne opens the door of the car for her and she smiles sweetly at this.Bryne gets into the car after making sure we're all inside and starts the engine. I like the way he's taking care of my mom, I really want to kiss him right now.After a short drive back home, the church isn't really far from the house, Bryne repeats his previous actions, getting the door for my mom.My mom thanks him and goes inside, leaving Bryne and I alone outside."Rhino?" I walk to where he's standing."Hmm?" He hooks his hand round my waist, pulling me roughly to himself making me gasp in the process."I don't want anyone touching you like that okay?" He stares hard into my eyes and a shiver runs down my spine."I like when you get so overprotective" I stare back at him, struggling not to blink.His other hand tugs the hair that f

"Let me wash your hair" Bryne sits at the edge of the bathtub playing with my hair.He pours a generous amount of hair shampoo on my wet hair and he massages my scalp."I'd like to do this to my daughter"."You want your first child to be a girl?" I close my eyes to avoid the lather spilling into them"Yeah, daughters are the best. I want her to be like her mom, beautiful and feisty"I know somehow, Bryne is going to be stuck with me for his whole life but him saying these things is thrilling."I want to always be in your life Lee, promise me you won't leave me".Aw, don't get all insecure on me! "I won't Rhino. I can't let you go so easily again". "Even when you're mad at me?""I see what you're trying to do, you're trying to make me feel so emotional so you'll win the game"He chuckles "Is that what you think" "Is that not what you're doing?" "Whatever"After rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I complete my bath and leave the bathroom.My phone's screen pops up with a message and

"Bryne told me you were sick so I came over" Laura sits on the bed."What's today?" Shit! I clutch my belly and close my eyes in pain."Today is Sunday, it's already three pm""Fuck!" I try go sit up but it only worsens the pain. I can't believe I slept that long, I missed my first photo shoot, not that I was going to participate but I really wanted to tell Mr Liendor that I'm quitting."Derrick?""Bryne spoke to him already. Are you feeling better?""Yes, I'm fine, I was just feeling nauseous yesterday. What did he tell Derrick?""That you quit, he sent a mail to Liendor"."Oh, better" I sigh. "The girls were here earlier but they left so they won't wake you up. Bailey I'm worried""About?""Bryne said you vomited yesterday and now it looks like you're in a hell of pain, I don't know, could you be pregnant""Pregnant?" No no no! That can't be possible. "It's not possible" I muster all the strength I have and I sit up, resting my back on the headboard."Shit!" I draw in a breath. "I c

‘You see, it didn’t go as bad as you thought’. Laura leans on her car and draws in a breath. “That was a bit intense, thanks Laura” I study her face carefully, the careless strands of hair sweeping all over her face as the breeze softly passes by, if only Laura would let go of so much bitterness and anger inside her. If only! I’d be happier if she could let go and be happy genuinely, the only thing I wish for since my happiness has also been her concern. She pushes the strands of hair out of her face and tug them behind her ear, putting on a more serious look instead of the carefree one that suited her best. “I’m going to see my m-mom” Her voice falters a bit and she bends her head down. So much pain! “Can I come wi–“ “No”. She interrupts me almost too quickly. “I’ll drop you off at home” she adds. I understand how painful it is for her to see her mom live that way, I can’t say I understand her pain, but I can say I understand how it feels to lose something and you have no control