"Well, come on in Kelly baby," my mother said sweetly as Kelly entered the modest home, "I'm just running to the store for a little while, I'll be back with some food." I nodded and smiled at my mum, telling her goodbye and instructing her to keep safe and make sure she comes back home. When the door closed Kelly looked at me, walking towards me. I've been here the whole day and the sun was going to set in a few hours. I called Kelly hours ago but she told me she was at work but would come by as soon as she was done with work. She was wearing a long sun dress that had long sleeves and covered every inch of her body. She looked like the innocent church girl she portrayed herself to be. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked me as she sat down beside me on the couch and I threw one side of my blanket to her and I watched as she covered herself up. "I can't anymore, Kelly," I began honestly, looking at her as I rested my head on the back of the cou

I had slept soundly last night in Junior's arms. I allowed myself to enjoy his warmth, wrap myself around it, surround myself with it and drown in it. I allowed myself to enjoy the whole of last night, having his arms wrapped around me and I begged him to make love to me. He easily obliged and I cried after I came because of both guilt and pleasure. This morning, before he left for work, I cooked him breakfast and he stood beside me and helped me. We laughed and kissed, and it was like the good old days before I got involved with my boss and fell pregnant with his child. If only it was Junior's baby I was carrying and not Elijah's, it would be the most joyous moments of my life. Selfishly, I enjoyed today because I knew it would be a matter of time before Junior found out the truth. I don't know if I should tell him or just have an abortion and claim it to be a miscarriage and move on with my life. Nonetheless, I knew things wouldn't b

I know I should be at my home instead of being in Elijah's mansion, but he wouldn't leave me alone. He picked me up off the road where I had laid and cried, and put me in his car and brought me here. I now laid on his bed, staring blankly at the window that showed the outside world. The sun had set a long time ago, but he didn't close his curtains. I was grateful for that, because I enjoyed the view of the night sky and the city line from his bedroom window.  He really did have the best view of the city from his mansion. My phone vibrated yet again and my eyes went to look at the screen as I saw Kelly's name flash across the screen. It's been ringing the whole day. It started out with my parents, then Kelly, and then Junior's parents and then Jared. After that, it was numbers I didn't even know and I was terrified to answer.  I tried calling Junior but he eventually blocked me and I couldn't even send him a text. 

I laid awake in bed, my eyes droopy but sleep never coming to take me home. I kept staring at the screen of my phone, somehow hoping that Junior would call me but I knew that it was stupid of me to do that. There's no way he'll ever contact me again and the realization makes my warm blood turn cold. I sighed as I put down the phone and pushed it under the blanket before I turned around in Elijah's arms and faced him. His face was relaxed as he slept and I trailed my fingers along the lines of it. He was a beautiful creature- a handsome creature. He looked so restful and peaceful, and I wondered if anything ever truly bothered him the same way things bother other people. He seems so nonchalant and relaxed. I can see how uncaring he is about this whole Junior situation but he tries to fake it I guess, and it both infuriated and unbothered me at the same time. To be honest, I think Elijah

He looked down at me, and I couldn't define the emotions in his eyes. I didn't know what he was thinking and to be honest, I didn't know what I was thinking either. I wanted to say something, but what? I shouldn't be here. I'm pretty sure I'm the last person he wants to see. "I..." my voice was weak, timid and broken. I sounded like a broken woman, "today..." I couldn't speak, "today would've been our wedding day," I croaked out weakly as I tried to hold my hands to stop them from shaking but I couldn't. "I came here," I paused, swallowing the tears and my nervous ball of spit, "to...talk...and apologise." He just watched me. He didn't say a word for a long while and just when I was about to apologise and leave, he stepped back from the door and opened it wider, indicating for me to come inside his loft apartment. When I walked in, I took in a long breath, being hit with a million memories at once. This place had b