YTIAA- Teaser: Chapter 11

Pretty detailed teaser...don't you think? ;) Excuse my grammar, chapter is still not edited.

Chapter 11: Teaser

His glare was unnerving as he continued to look at me, never taking his eyes off mine. His expression was unfathomable, giving nothing away. He said nothing, moved nowhere, and stood at the exact same spot for nearly a few minutes before sighing in frustration and leaving the room.

At least he didn’t slam the door.

I snorted lightly to myself. What a joke, what a sad, pathetic joke.

I stared at the door dumbly in confusion. What the hell just happened?

Xxx

“Why did you do it?”

I snapped my head to the direction from where the voice came from, surprised there was even another presence in the room.

I stared at him in shock. How long had he been here? His eyes looked tired and for the first time I noticed a scar on his dark skinned cheek. It almost seemed to be a part of his face.

“Why did you do it?” he repeated, bringing me back to reality.

Sometimes I...

A/N: Something to keep my fingers going. I am having the biggest, most horrible writer's block in the world :/

Sometimes I...

Sometimes I feel so lazy, I don't even want to climb out of my own bed.

Sometimes I feel so weak that I want to cry, for no reason at all.

Sometimes I am so stubborn that I get into pointless fights.

Sometimes I feel like I am the stupidest person alive

Sometimes I am so angry that I really want to punch someone.

Sometimes I get so excited that I feel like singing and dancing.

Sometimes I get so inspired that I cannot seem to get my fingers of my keyboard.

Sometimes I feel so happy that I watch the same Korean drama over and over again.

Sometimes I act so silly that my mother gets so damn angry.

Sometimes I get so mad that I scream at my sister.

Sometimes I think about my crush that I stalk his Facebook pictures for hours.

Sometimes I feel so damn lazy that I do anything but school work.

Sometimes I am just not me.

Wrong

A/N: Random thought that came to my mind. I was tired of depressing pieces, so I decided to write something...lighter. Enjoy :)

Wrong

She gasped when she felt his hand touch hers, almost as if a spark of electricity jolted through them.

They glanced at each other, knowingly, and he continued running his long fingers across her skin.

It felt good, she thought to herself, tuning out the world around her; leaving them as the only two people in the room.

It was sinful, sinful as she found herself enjoying his touches, his whispers into her ear, his light kisses everywhere but her lips.

It was wrong, she knew, it was so wrong, yet it felt as if it was the most natural thing, right.

She pulled away from his unwillingly and felt his burning glaze in response.

Why did you pull away?

That unspoken questioned remained in the air she stared back at him, regretful, wanting.

It was wrong, she kept telling herself. He was her sister's lover, not hers.

Realization

A/N: I'm taking a break from the drabbles. I decided to try something else for now: write in a freestyle way. So far, I am enjoying it :)

Realization

Her hands shook as she stared at nothing.

He wasn't coming back, he had said to her.

Who was she to tell him otherwise? Who was she to beg him to stay?

She wished for the first time that she have told him. She wished that her mouth would open and let out that one word. Why couldn’t she? What had she been so afraid of that smiled and let him go?

She wasn't strong enough, she realized, as she looked at the piled up documents. She was too weak to say anything. She was so weak that she was repulsive to herself.

She thought of his face, happy, open, grinning as if there was no tomorrow.

For the first time in her life she admitted to her mistake.

But even after admitting it, she wondered why it hurt so much. Why it was so painful to even breath.

Revelation

A/N: I felt inspired, so I wrote this. I Listened to "Come November" by Thriving Ivory while writing. Music is a true inspiration, I am reminded by this everyday.  It's a sad piece, but I liked it. Enjoy :) 

Revelation

She silently wondered if she had lost her voice. She contemplated turning back and never showing up her face, ever again. When she looked up, she decided against it.

The tears came rushing down faster than she had anticipated. “I can't stay here anymore,” she said, her heart breaking at each word. “I can't do it, I can't look at their faces.” she shook her head as she said this, regret crossing her soft features.

He came closer but she took a step back, afraid that an closer proximity would bring those memories back. The ones that she desperately tried locking away.

“Don't,” she warned. “Please.” The pleading, the begging; how long more until she grew tired of that scene? How long until she completely burst?

“Don't do this, I promise it will be okay.” but his promise seemed empty now. How many times had he said it to her? She wondered if it was a reassurance to him rather than her.

“No, it won't,” she replied firmly, a humorless smile creeping up her face. “It hasn't for years. What makes you think it will now?” she asked. “I am sick, Danny. I am sick and tired of this.”

She felt as if she was going to break, the dread crawling into a veins like cancer. “I'll be back,” she stated, her voice cool, composed. “I'll be back when I am ready, I promise.”

his eyes pleaded her, his expression solemn and broken, almost matching her state. But she was no longer that naïve little girl. It was time to take a stand, run and never look back.

It was time to start new.

Windfall

A/N: Not very proud of this piece. Couldn't think of anything for this word :/

Drabble Challenge 7: Windfall

when I was in high school, my grandfather was obsessed with the lottery. At some point in my life I gave up on it and always told him that it was a waste of his money. When my dad joined the frenzy, I knew that they had to stop.

This addiction they had was so unhealthy that it was practically depressing. I long gave up on the fact that we'd win something, anything. They however were in their on world, spending money away on pointless tickets that brought nothing in return.

One day sometime in March, I received news that turned my world upside down. After all the unluckiness in the world, they had finally won a large sum of money.

I was really surprised and never thought of lottery as a waste ever again.

Pirates

Drabble Challenge 6: Pirates

“I have to go,” he said halfheartedly, looking at her with warmth filled eyes.

“I will wait for you,” she nodded, replying to him with sheer determination.

His eyes twinkled but he looked at her doubtfully.

They both knew the answer.

His life was going to change now; their life was going to change.

He was joining a new crew, a new ship, new mates. If he'll see her again he might be lucky. They weren't coming back, sailing to the far east with an open mind.

But that's a life of a pirate; he had chosen it.  

Passages

A/N: I found this one a bit challenging so forgive me if it isn't interesting. I tried.

Drabble Challenge 5: Passages

There were so many of them, she had lost count after the first row.

Lined up hungrily against the quiet walls of the building, they called out to her, begged her to touch them.

The room was full of them, as people came and went. They were used, new, some even untouched for years.

She stared at them, her eyes widening at each cover, each title, each work of art. She smiled and began walking.

Heaven, she thought to herself. She loved it. Loved how each one of them was another passage to another world that she would soon learn about.  

Out Of Time

Drabble Challenge 4: Out of time

The three sets of stairs never looked so never ending as they did that horrible Monday morning. She grew irritated as she climbed up, her cup of coffee growing cold as each minute passed.

She hated him.

He was a living nightmare who taunted her mercilessly. She wondered what would happen if she would have 'accidentally' spilled her drink at him.

She glanced at her watch, her eye brows knitting to form a frown. She was out of time, she realized. If she was going to continue with the never ending stairs, she would no doubt be late for work.

Thoughts of killing her boss passed through her, and she grinned to herself. She would get her revenge somehow, even if she'd have to suffer beforehand.   

Secrets

Drabble Challenge 3: Secrets

Her eyes watered as he held tightly onto the object, his grin widening at her horrified expression.

“If you really want, come and get it.” his smirk taunted her as she took a step forward to his tall figure. she gulped down her saliva and breathed deeply.

He wouldn't open it, he wouldn't dare go through each entry, reading each word. He wouldn't be interested, there was nothing good in those heartbreaking pages. Nothing but her deadly secrets that she knew she could never share.

“Give it back,” she pleaded, her voice sounding pathetic even to her own ears.

Misunderstandings- Prologue

Decided to start something new. Completely Cliche but still fun nonetheless.

Misunderstandings- Prologue

Monday 8:28 AM

I shove my way through the elevator and wait exactly thirty seconds. Before I know it, a loud ‘ding’ opens the door and I am back in my desk.

Welcome to another day in Decio & Co.

“Good morning Olivia, Mr. Decio is waiting for you in his office.”

“Thank you Mia, tell him I’ll be right there.”

“Oh and he says to bring with him the files with all the models’ names for AFGT.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes.

Demanding much?

Xxx

8:32 AM

“You’re late.” That’s the first thing I hear when I walk into his spacious office.

“By two minutes, Mr. Decio. That hardly counts.” I raise my eyebrows at him.

He sighs and grunts but says nothing. “Do you have the folder?” he asks expectantly.

I hand him the folder, smirking at his surprised expression. “I’ve worked for you for two years. I know you Mr. Decio.”

He nods and regains his composure. “Yes, I was just…pleasantly surprised,” he clears his throat but smiles at me.

“What’s on today’s agenda?”

“You have a meeting,” I glance at my watch, “in 23 minutes with BCBG’s representative. At 11 you are supposed to be at Bella’s for brunch with the new agency, and at 3, you’re expected to show up for the new opening of your new cosmetics line,” I say, not bothering to look at my organizer. After all, I was the one who was responsible for those events anyway.

“What’s the meeting about?” he asks, completely clueless. I roll my eyes and hand him another folder.

“You’re supposed to review their new line and comment about it. It’s your models they are using, so make sure the style is different and unique than the rest,” I explain as I point to the e-mail sent to him by the BCBG team. Seriously, the things I do for him…

“Why can’t you just go instead?” he bluntly questions.

“I don’t own this company Mr. Decio. My job is to tell you what’s on your agenda, not do it for you,” I remind him.

He sighs again, this time more in frustration rather than anything else.

“Can’t you just tag along, then?”

I shake my head in false regret. “I’m truly sorry, Sir.”

“Yeah right,” he rolls his eyes at me. “I bet you’re dancing from happiness in that pretty little head of yours,” he says, sarcasm laces in his tone.

I smile, “You’ve got me.”

Xxx

10:37 AM

“When is Mr. Decio supposed to be back? There’s a woman named Selena asking for him,” Mia asks me while I gulf down my granola bar.

I roll my eyes. The incident becomes a little bit more than common for the past couple of weeks. “Tell her he won’t be back until 5,” I say with my mouth still full.

I hear a huff and a puff, and then silence.

When I hear the sounds of the heels clicking nearing the elevator, I know she’s gone.

Typical.

My boss is such a man-whore

Xxx

5:11 PM

“Welcome back,” I say when Mr. Decio walk in. he glares at me and I smirk.

“Did it go well?” I ask innocently, ignoring his angry glare.

“Splendid, Olivia, splendid.” he continues to scowl at me, loosening his tie in the process.

“I knew it! We’re so proud of you Mr. Decio. Congratulations on your new line!”

I feel waves of anger being transmitted to me, but I smile against them as he silently explodes in anger.

“Selena was here, by the way. She was calling for you,” I call out when he starts walking away.

“Go to hell Olivia.”

I grin and slump back into my seat.

Decio-0, Olivia-1.

Take that Andreas. Take that and burn.

Xxx

A/N: I like the verb tense. It's fresh. I've never written a story in present tense before. The time thing is my favourite though... 

Defying Gravity.

Drabble Challenge 2: Defying Gravity

I ran through the woods as if there was no tomorrow. My eyes felt like they were tearing, my vision blurring as I kept my eyes open against the unbeatable sunlight.

Faster.

my mind screamed, shouted at each step I took. I kept on disappearing from view, slowly hiding away from my reality that crept closer and closer at each step I was making.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat.

He stood, the smirk in his face never looking so disgustingly beautiful.

“I caught you,” his voice whispered at my defeated eyes.

Fire

Drabble Challenge 1: Fire

I was burning. My skin felt as if it was on fire, deeply red against my smooth skin. The windows were tinted black, the music playing loudly against my ears.

The distance between us felt as if it was rapidly decreasing in proximity. My eyes darted from left to right, panic crawling into my veins.

We drove, the road seeming to never end. His eyes stared at mine and I felt the burn once again. My breaths grew labored as his stare focused, his eyes shooting painful sparks to my body.

I was on fire. And I never wanted out.

Stuck

Believe it or not, but one word can give you inspiration. I went on the internet last night and found drabble challenges...and guess what I did? wrote an 150 word rant of something what reminded of the word 'stuck'. 

Stuck 

Someone had once told me that family was everything. Until a couple of years ago, I would of rolled my eyes and agreed halfheartedly.

However, the phrase these days continued to echo in my head like a broken record, carving its way into my memory, creating a permanent scar.

It would have been simple if I had forgotten it, simply choosing to avoid as much as possible from my mind. But as they all say, it was easier said than done.

I have tried it many times, distracted myself with useless chores, but it never helped. Somehow, the scene had found its way back into my inviting mind.

I could never forget.

The pitiful realization finally sank in my head a couple of months ago when my mother visited me. After countless of suggestions, such as seeing the shrink, attending group therapy, or going out, she had given up.

Not that I blamed her. Not at all. I, too, have given up on me.

Needless to say, I was a hopeless case.