“Where are you taking me? Her hands tried to pull away from his as he held her hands and started dragging her in a direction only he knows. She struggled to pull her hands away but his grip on hers was too tight that she only ended up hurting herself. Where the hell was Marcel taking her to? Why was he even here in the first place? The questions took a toll on her mind as she tried to keep up with his fast pace. She was resisting the urge to bite his hands and get away from him to her daughter. Marcel led her to the stairs and with his hand still on hers, he dragged her to climb the stairs with him. “Marcel. Let go of my hands. Where are you taking me?” She hit his arm with her other hand but he didn't even flinch. He just kept dragging her to where he wanted and they climbed stairs upon stairs. “Shut up!”“What do you want?”Her legs were starting to hurt badly from climbing the long stairs that seemed unending to her. It was unending

“Mommy, am I getting discharged now?” Little Rosie asked as she helped her mother with packing their stuff into a huge box. Her toys were being thrown into the box and her clothes were thrown there also. “Yes. We're leaving today. The doctor said that you are fine now and can be discharged but you have to keep taking your medications daily, agreed?”“Yayyyy! Mommy, will I be able to eat ice cream now, right?”“No cold things for the now. It's not good for your health. Once you get better, I'm going to make you different flavors of ice cream myself, hmm?“Okay.”Izabelle continued packing their stuff before moving to under the bed to pick up Rosie’s unwrapped gifts. As she carried the box out, something fell on the floor catching the attention of both the mother and the daughter. Izabelle stared at her daughter whose mouth was wide open as if caught doing something wrong before crouching down and picking up the thing that fell. It was an open pack of chocolate bars. If it wasn't ope

“Five hundred thousand dollars,” a voice ranged in the loud auction room as the owner of the voice raised his small board and smiled. It was a middle-aged man. “Eight hundred dollars,” another negotiated. “One million.”“One point two million.”“Two million,” that was from Izabelle. She sat amongst the crowd of wealthy men and women fighting for the so-called valuable that the auctioneer was auctioning. He had said that it was a golden bracelet once owned by the great queen of England with such value that would attract anyone to buy it. The hall was filled with men and women hoping to get the valuable item in their able hands and show the world that they have it. They were also here to compete with their enemies to get the queen’s Elizabeth golden bracelet. Sitting also in the hall was Jasmine. Her eyes widened when she heard Izabelle’s voice ring in the crowd to get the golden bracelet and she clench her fist. Her aim here wasn't to buy the bracelet before. She was only here to m

“Tell me how your day went today. You should tell Mommy about your day every day,” Izabelle demanded. This was somewhat like a ritual for them. Always talking about their day. Little Rosie would tell her Mommy about her day and in return, her Mommy would tell her about her day too. The new little girl would listen even though most of the time she doesn't understand what her mother was saying. She just simply listened and tried to understand. Perhaps this was because they were each other’s best friend and weren't used to telling others about their day and so they confided in each other. The past years all alone together made them learn to rely on each other. Izabelle could talk to Rosie as if she was talking to a grown-up. Surely, they were each other’s best friends. Moreover, Rosie was bad at making friends. Maybe she was shy and not confident but she finds it hard to have someone she calls her friend. She was scared that they would all leave when they find out about her disease. Th

“Stand up, Marcel.”“You’re sooo beautiful,” he remained smiling at her. What the hell is wrong with him? Izabelle thought. What makes him think that he could show up at her house in the middle of the night and tell her that she was beautiful? Not trying to be boastful but she doesn’t need anyone to tell her that she was beautiful. He should perhaps go to hell with his sweet words because she wasn’t going to fall for it. Maybe this was what he told all the females he meets. And that girl Selene. He must have also told her these words right? “What are you doing here? You even drank.”“I wahtnd to shh huu,” she could hardly understand a word from all he said. He was speaking gibberish and all she could do was stare at him and cringe badly. This man. This sure doesn’t look good on him. She was considering throwing him outside her house and letting him stay there but she wasn’t that heartless was she? This is really an unnecessary stress. “Fine, stand up from the floor, Marcel. It’s c