Daniella had tears in her eyes, but they were also swarming with pride. I couldn't understand why, I thought I had just fucked up big time but it felt good getting everything of my chest.
Ms. Davidsson cleared her throat, everyone shook of their initial state of shock and turned to her.
Her nose was wrinkled but other than that it was imosible to tell what she was thinking or how she felt. This woman was a master at hiding her emotions from the world but you shouldn't hide them from your family.
”Thank you, Daniella, for the dinner. I think I'm going to go lie down a while.”
Patrcia got up and gave me one last glare, her eyes held emotions I couldn't decipher, she was like a closed and locked book, impossible to read. Her green eyes were lifeless, her lips pressed in a thin line and her nose was up in the air. 
”Thank you so much for tonight, it’s been lovely,” I said and hugged Daniella tightly. I removed my hands and tried pulling back, but Daniella had a firm grip and no intention of unwrapping her arms.Her warm embrace was welcoming but disheartening as well. I didn't want to get used to it.The comfort from a woman who truly cared, who exuded love and warmth, the only other woman who I ever felt this with was my mother. This wasn't my life, I didn't have someone too hug me and tell me that everything would be okay. If I ever allowed myself too get used to this and then have it ripped from my arms, I don't know if my heart would be able to handle the void it would leave behind.”I’m so very sorry for your loss, Rose. But if ever you need someone for advice or help, anything at all, just tell me. I'm here.” She whispered, quietly eno
~Rose~ I had woken up to an empty apartment, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I was stadning by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, looking out over the city. The people were moving around beneath me, going to their destinations, and some, wondering what their destination was. How did my life take this turn? How did I go from making a living by stealing from people, to signing a contract, giving myself to a cold-hearted, gazilionare-CEO? That question had been tormenting me for the past week. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of an answer. I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when the elevator pinged. Right away, the butterflies within me stirred awake and started fluttering around. My inconvenient feelings arising and that dreadful piece of hope, clinging to my heart, wished it
”Rose, get down here, breakfast is ready!” ”Coming, mom!” A pair of skin-tight ripped jeans and a cropped t-shirt. Perfect. I giddily slipped on my outfit of the day and put my hair in a high ponytail. The jeans hugging my broad hips nicely as the t-shirt hugged my waist, showing off my hourglass figure. Some lip gloss, blush, and mascara too tie everything together, and then, ”Perfect,” I gushed as I stared into the mirror. ”Took you long enough,” my mother jokingly scolded as I came into the kitchen. ”Is that pancakes I smell?” I said, ignoring her statement. ”Only the best for my babies first day,”
Three years later. I stood outside the house, outside our house. The house where I had all my best memories but also my worst. The house where my future would be decided for me, where my mother would make me pancakes, where we would laugh and cry together. I used to to bring her home after her treatments and make her soup and then we would binge watch criminal minds the entire night. I would place a blanket over her the nights she fell asleep in the living room, to tired to walk to her bedroom. She worked everyday and night to provide for us. When she wasn't working, she was battling her cancer. But not anymore. She didn't have anything to battle, no restless nights of worrying, no stressing to work because she slept three hours one night instead of two. My first day of my l
I and Elvis were having breakfast. I had made us some eggs and bacon. Yesterday after dinner we hadn't spoken much. I understood that Elvis was on edge, considering I’d been holding back, but it seemed to more than that. He seemed distant. Perhaps tonight, we’d have some wine and I would loosen up a bit. Give him the one thing he’d waited for all these years. The one thing he had been so patient with. To me, losing your virginity - or sex at all for that matter- was something you did with the man you loved. With the man, you couldn't see yourself being apart from. And for me, that was Elvis. he took me in when I had no one. When I had no will to live, he gave me a reason to carry on. I wanted to be with him, in every way I could.
~Rose~ What the hell do I do? I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow. ”I think I should-” ”No.” ”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer. I held my face void and stern. Not admitting to anything, but it was as though he could see straight through me. I saw movement from behind him and looked over his shoulder. My eyes locked with Elvis, I gave him a pleading glare, thinking he would come and help me. But he left, he looked at me and then he turned around. Followed by the others. I couldn't beli
I was sitting next to Noah in silence, neither of saying anything to the other. Tyler had gone out, doing good on my wanting to talk to the authorities.Something my mother always told me, was that no matter where life took me, I should never owe anyone. Because it always ends up slapping you in the face.I thought back to before she passed, how easy everything was even though it was difficult.Yes, she was sick. But she never acted like it. Even after her treatments when I would take care of her, she would tell me to stop fussing over her.I missed her greatly, I missed her words of comfort and wise words. She always knew exactly what to say. Whenever I felt sad because I did bad on a test or when I would fight with a friend, she would always make me feel better. She was my whole wo
I was in one of Tylers hotels. I had called him after I left Elvis, asked him if the offer still stood.He sent me the address after I told him his driver didn't have to come. It took some convincing but eventually he falltered.I was standing in the lobby, waiting for the receiptionist to give me my room key.She walked out of the back with a few forms I had to fill in which I did.”Here you go, top floor. Use the elevator furthest down,” she said with a bright smile.I thanked her and started walking to the elevator, my suitcase dragging behind me.I got in and hoped for no one else to enter, I wanted the peace and quiet. And to my surprise, I didnt have any other guests riding the elevator.