"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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"why do you call me your little raven?"
"when i first saw you, you were a pure, graceful white dove, but then you chose to fly into my dark night and now, your tainted by the darkness inside of me."
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MICHAEL
Going to my parents house was never an option. The moment I turned eighteen I left and vowed never to go back. Until my sister was born and all we ever wanted was for her to have a normal childhood. but, now I need to get Anna to talk to me. To hear me out.
For the rest of the weeks that went by, my attempts to talk to Anna have failed because she never comes to the cafe anymore. I thought it was a good idea to have the cafe deliver to her, her coffee at my parents, then dozens of freshly picked roses from George's garden but i don't know if she ever gets them. I've been to the hospital in hopes to find her there, but according to Gina Anna hasn't been to work in a while. My mind hasn't been at rest since I discovered that piece of information.
The police are still investigating Nathan, which I don't see the need for. They clearly saw the bruise on my wife's face in the evidence I provided so he should be behind bars and not on house arrest. My sister hasn't picked up any of my calls for the past weeks, not to talk of my brother's fiery little devil. My mother hasn't bothered to return any of my calls either and my father is the last person I will ever go to for help. Mason is also tight lipped about the whereabouts of his sister. Everyone is just not-they are really just not making this easy on me.
My foot eases on the gas pedal as I speed down the road to my parents estate. Its been a month since I approached Anna at the cafe, going to her work place and since Aaliyah denied my request. This morning I went over to the hospital again to check on her, just for the sake of my sanity. But the lady at the counter—who wasn't Gina said Anna was still not back from her break. My wife went on a break and for the past weeks I went to look for her, Gina told me her schedule was not the same anymore. So I asked for the new one and Gina did not give me Anna's work schedule without a fight. That woman is crazy. I should have fucking known they were keeping her away from me. But I am grateful that Anna has someone like her, looking out for her.
If Anna's not at work, then my parent's were the next place she would be because, finally, Mason caved in and told me she hadn't gone home in a while since their father was away on a business trip.
My chest swelled with the hope of finding her at my parent's. When I reached the gates. I enter the code out of habit, like I still live there. The familiar nostalgia creeps up my back but I brush it off. I'm not here to play wonder family. Our family is anything but happy. And because of this I had a dream to build a better version with my wife-I hoped to find someone like her and just make right what I'd never had all those years. But now I've found her and I'm going about everything wrong. I thought it was easy, that I could still keep the burdens-not open up to her and everything would be fucking fine.
