Thea's Point of View
No one talked to us because we were frightened someone might say something improper. But how certain am I that daddy knows nothing? While contemplating, I looked at mommy. Her eyes improved, and she appeared to understand what I was saying. When her necklace rang because she was racing to her spouse, I turned to daddy and was about to open my lips.
"Thea is here to meet us, but she's also going home, isn't that right, Thea?" She scowled at me as if to warn me. I came to a halt to kiss her on the cheek before nodding in accord. I really don't want to aggravate the situation.
When I see her again, I will no longer consent unless I obtain the genuine explanation.
I kissed daddy and then kissed her. She didn't push me for the first time. I spoke to her before I could break my kiss with her, and I was sure her ass would heat up to tweak me.
"You made it through today. I'll give you one. But if I ask you again and you don't give me a sensible answer, the entire world will be aware of how nauseating your character and personality are. I'll take care of Craig's resentment toward me; all I have to do now is revenge my mother's dead heart before she vanishes." When I took my face from her, I smiled at her so that daddy wouldn't suspect. I never returned their gaze or spoke to them. As I turned around, I just waved.
I didn't go home initially because I didn't want Craig and Cray to witness my dead soul on this day. I walked in the direction my feet wanted to lead me. Keep away from loud trucks. I can't detect any odors of pollution in the air. And I can't hear my own thoughts. I just want complete stillness. I'd like to think.
But it didn't take long for me to decide to return to our house. After all, the sky was starting to darken due to rain. Maybe they're concerned about me as well, because I don't even check to see if they've contacted me.
I took the phone from my handbag to check Craig's messages, hoping he hadn't hacked into my texts earlier. He stated it simply, yet it made me happy. I clenched my fist over my phone. We're starting to feel happier again.
Am I going to annihilate it? What about my mother, though? I don't consider my father to be a saint, but I used to believe he was respectable. My heart couldn't accept the fact that my father was still the source of my mother's suffering.
My phone appeared to have rung. I didn't glance to see who was calling since I assumed it was Craig. However, that is the voice of a lady I no longer want to hear. My chin sighed heavily even before she could pronounce the words. Because it was so difficult to sink, her speech was like a dagger to me. In the background, I could hear a loud voice. It's still early in the morning, yet she's already at the club.
"It's all your fault. It's entirely your fault!" Her voice cleared as she said her final phrase, and she became enraged. I shifted my gaze away from the tree I was starring at. I have no desire to be harmed. She is just like me. We both wanted nothing more than to be happy.
The only difference between us is that she blew her chance. It's not my fault that she's in pain now since Craig no longer likes her. I didn't react to her rage.
"How come you and your son didn't die when I pushed you?" Every word she shouted stung me, but I didn't say anything; instead, I let her unload her rage on me. That's OK if that's the reason she wants to get rid of her grief. She will feel better if she is pleased there. I understand how she feels since I've been in a scenario like this before.
She didn't hang up the phone and continued to weep. Her voice was starting to fade. I'm not sure what I should say to her. I shouldn't console her since I'm a woman and I know her pride will be crushed. I gnawed on my nails. I simply sat there and listened to her every cry. But while I listened to her, the speaker on the other end of the phone yanked me out of my seat.
"We've finished. Her son was inside when we were burning down the house." A funky bassline, and you can see the man has a massive body. Because the call was recorded while I was running, I hit mute so they couldn't hear me.
"And how about Craig?" It was Charlotte's voice once more. Her voice has become a little hushed. My brow wrinkled even more, and my uneasiness increased by a factor of two. My step has become so large that I can no longer measure it. "Don't tell me..." I couldn't hear what she said next since my phone died unexpectedly.
I want it to throw why it died when I needed it. I only hope their voice recording is kept. I also don't know how I'm going to contact Craig. Why am I unable to charge my phone? I instantly grabbed a cab to the home; all I wanted to do was ask the driver if he could fly the car so I could get there right away.
I was nervous in the cab and depressed when I noticed a large fire approaching from our village. As the taxi neared, I peeked out the window, and as we arrived, I noticed a large number of firefighters. I rushed out of the taxi and couldn't pay because I was looking for Craig and Cray. My gaze was drawn to them.
And I'd practically squeal with delight when I saw Craig standing there, rocking Cray to sleep. I dashed over to him and hugged them both. They were both taken aback as my tears continued to fall. Craig also hugged me.
I wanted to ask, but I couldn't think of anything since I was weeping. Craig didn't say anything and simply embraced me even more tightly.
"Don't worry, we're alright," he said once my tears subsided. He brushed my tears away while still hugging Cray. Cray also hugged me.
We were all looking at the raging fire, and there appeared to be no way to put it out. As we stood there watching, he talked and accepted that our fairy tale house had vanished due to too much memories.
"Perhaps it wants to forget terrible memories, even if they are a huge part of our existence," he said as he looked me in the eyes. I could see his breathing, as if he'd been locked for a long time in something his mouth couldn't utter. It was as if he had been liberated from a long-term incarceration but had not been given the ability.
During the moments he stared at me, I wondered whether I was the only one who had carrying about the memories for so long.
I believe I was the one who tied a chain around my neck to keep me from becoming entrapped by painful memories. Craig attempted to take the straps off of me, but I was so clinging to them that I had to take them off myself. Perhaps, like mommy Amelia, I should bury everything in forgetfulness. Everything has moved forward, and there is no room for my rage. Would my mother be pleased if I could exact my revenge? She kept everything from me in order for me not to despise my father.
I took a long breath in. I believe one breath contained all of my wrath and sorrow for Craig's mother and my father. I let them go with the smoke and then responded to what Craig said.
"You are correct. We may need a new house to fill it with even more lovely memories, when we were just three and with our future children." We returned our attention to the slowly fading fire.
Thea's Point of View
"Have all of our items been stored?" We're in the mall now, looking for stuff that will be useful in the new house we're moving into.
I'm still staring at the table since that's all that's lacking in terms of household equipment. The next thing we'll do is go shopping for clothing. There isn't even one left. I didn't tell Craig I knew the mastermind because if I continued to complain, Felicity would retaliate, and the never-ending retribution would continue.
I nodded and turned to face the two of them, as if driven to accompany me in my search for something suitable. Cray yawned, while Craig tried to ignore his drowsiness. Is it really so dull to buy for them? I'm really enjoying what I'm doing and can't wait to incorporate it into our future house. I don't think it will cost anything because Craig will be present. To this day, I haven't spent the money he ever offered us. I grew thirsty as I stifled my laughing; table was all we needed. I'm searching for something that will complement the color of the house.
I approached the two of them when he was sleepy and motioned that I wanted to drink. Maybe he can't understand what I'm saying because he's weary. I rolled my eyes at him, appearing to sulk, and was about to stride out when he stopped me. He hands Cray to me and then scrapes his chin.
"I'll get it for you," he said as he walked out to one of the few food kiosks. He approached a vendor because there was one there. Cray and I were just observing him when three ladies approached him and I grimaced. They are still competing to see who will be the first. What's more incredible is that they're friends with distinct haircuts. One is all black and hardly reaches up to the neck. The second is dyed white, while the second is gold. It's looks like that they don't dress since their clothing are too short for them.
They were clearly younger than I was.
I just watched them while I was conscious of myself. I looked at what I was wearing and was embarrassed that Craig had been with me. And I'm wearing a purple dress and a white purse. I was suddenly taken aback. It's only now that I'm so worried about how I look. I want to run to the bathroom and put on make -up to fix myself. But spontaneously my feet walked towards Craig. Cray also just looks straight at where his father is.
I bumped into the woman with white hair as we drew near. What exactly is she, Grandma? I wanted to roll my eyes at them, but instead I just handed Cray over to Craig. The women I saw were watching everything I did. When I couldn't take the aggravation any longer, I turned to face them and raised an eyebrow.
"Do you need anything from my husband?" I asked, looking at the phone, which was still trying to set. It appears that they intend to take his number, and he does not object. I become even more upset.
Even though it was too late, the woman put down her phone and tucked it behind her. I mimicked their expression to demonstrate that they had nothing to conceal because I could see everything plainly. I raised an eyebrow at each of them one by one, and a woman with gold hair raised an eyebrow at me as well. I examined her from head to toe, and she did the same. I almost opened my lips to create the letter "O," but I stopped myself. She crossed her arms and smirked, as if taunting me. I'm not sure how many saints I've summoned simply to keep my hand from tormenting her. However, a lady of refinement and beauty should not be as chatty as others.
"No one informed me that the shrimp was now walking. I believe you should just be in the water?" Her eyes widened in response for my insult to her. Her colleagues were taken aback. This is most likely the scoundrel who demanded my husband's phone number. I gazed at her again, from head to toe, so she could feel my rage, and I fully degraded her.