Brandon's POV
It's been months ever since Linda died.
Ava and I had a small intimate wedding. I have tried to love Ava but I still see her as my friend nothing more.
"Hey babe." Ava greeted kissing on my cheeks.
"Hi." I greeted back with a forced smile.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing ." I replied almost immediately.
"Okay. I'm going shopping. See you later." She ran out of the house. Ava stays in my apartment now since she's my wife.
I sighed and closed my laptop. I missed Linda so much. I went to the small barroom and got her favorite wine. I drank a glass and went to bed.
"I missed you Linda. I missed you so so much."
Linda's POV
Today's work was hectic. Being the editor in chief is hectic. I rubbed my eyes finishing the last two articles I needed to edit.
"Knock off time?" Roman asked and I yawned while nodding my head.
"I just wanna go home, get myself a glass of wine and go straight to bed." I said to Roman packing up.
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
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"Stupid traffic!" I slammed my door shut and threw my bags on the couch. I switched on my tv and it was on the news channel so I left it there.
Dad said I could come back home since Melissa is dead now. But how will I face Daniel, mom and Brandon?
I can't go back.
The wife of Brandon Johnson was seen leaving the hospital later this afternoon. It maybe that the couple is expecting their first child.
We are yet to confirm that but I think it's obvious. We think....
I switched off the Tv before that news lady finished reading the news. I hate Celebrity Scoops.
Are they really having a baby. I expected him to wait maybe a year after my 'death' to have a child but it seems they love each other.
I even watched their wedding. It was on every news channel. The way he looked at her, his vows...
A tear rolled down my cheek while thinking about this..
I wonder how Daniel is doing.
Maybe he may be the reason I go back home. I missed him too. It's Casey's birthday next month. I wonder how he's holding up.
I started to feel sleepy and my eyes felt heavy. I fell asleep right there on the couch.
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I was woken up by a series of loud knocking more like banging on my door.
What the...
The banging continued.
"Yeah! I'm coming! Don't break my door!" I yelled moving to open the door.
I mean a burglar won't knock right? They know how to pick locks and all that. Unless if they developed some manners.
I took large silver spoon and walked towards the door. A spoon? Seriously? That person might have a gun and the best thing you take is a spoon?
I opened the door slowly.
"Dad? You scared me." I dropped the spoon on the floor and held my hand on my chest.
"Why did you even bang my door? Was it really necessary?" I breathed out.
"I'm sorry but...." Dad was interrupted by a loud voice that I remember too well. It was loud and caused me to wince.
"Where is she!?"
I looked at dad in horror and he smiled awkwardly shrugging his shoulders.
"Mom?"
I don't know how I felt. But I was mostly scared.
Mom pushed dad out of the way and walked inside.
She looked at me, her eyes widened and her mouth hanged open.
"Mom I can..." I was interrupted by a loud painful smack on my face.
She slapped me. She freaking slapped me!
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Clarity
Short Story"I don't need your help Brandon I can see clearly." I said rolling my eyes even though I can't see that well without my glasses. "Fine then. Read that." He said while pointing at the book on top of the shelf. "Uhm... it's.. it's..." I half closed my...
