The Wicked Wait-Ch 19
Published Aug 16, 2013

Written By



Page 1 / 35

Hi everyone! There will only be one other chapter before this series comes to an end. Thank you all for still reading my story and for all the lovely comments you all leave! Thanks as always to the cc artists!

XOXO Alessa

Hi everyone! There will only be one other chapter before this series comes to an end. Thank you all for still reading my story and for all the lovely comments you all leave! Thanks as always to the cc artists!

XOXO Alessa
Dez was gone by the time I woke up. She left me a note saying she was going shopping for some things that she forgot to bring, so I ate breakfast alone. It was alright, I preferred my own company than to be with the ones who knew everything. That way, no one was there watching me carefully, as if I'd break at any moment. In fact, I thought I was doing pretty well. Aiden was never coming back, and as much as it killed me, I had a life growing inside of me that I had to live for. No matter what anyone else thought, I was fighting. I wasn't going to let his absence take control of me. So what if I didn't smile anymore? Who cared if I didn't laugh? I was still living, anxiously waiting for my child to be born. I hadn't decided on a name, I didn't want to know wether it was a boy or a girl. It was one thing I looked most forward to. I couldn't wait to look into my child's face, and I prayed they'd look like their father. Maybe it wasn't healthy to want to see him everywhere, but it was what got me through most days. Hoping, he'd come knocking on my door. I turn on the tv, only to find I'm watching some corny movie about love at first sight, and a part of me gets extremely annoyed. A smaller part wishes that would happen to me. To go to the supermarket and maybe bump into a beautiful stranger, who would make me forget about Aiden. But that would never happen, I wouldn't want it to. I won't fall in love again. It was useless, trying not to think of him, which is why I was rarely at home. I'd much prefer being among others, and people watch. Mostly I sit in a quiet corner, pick a man and a woman who I think would make a good couple, and imagine what they're life together would be. It both cheered me and saddened me. What did someone imagine when they looked at me? Today however, I had a craving for a chocolate donut, from my favorite bakery. As always, the place is packed, but being a regular, I was able to order as soon as I walked through the door. Pregnancy also has it perks. As I wait for a new batch to be done, I spot a couple in the corner of the room. They were also regulars, and at first glance, one would think they were newlyweds. The way they looked at each other, whispered sweetly under their breath, and the way he would scoot his chair as close to hers as it could get. Their discreet kisses here and there, glancing over their shoulder to see if anyone was watching, but they always left their separate ways. They were married, just not to each other. The dark haired boy next to the register, was fresh out of high school and he always sat in the same place every time, in plain view of the pretty girl behind the counter. She returned his friendly smile, and they engaged shyly in small talk, but neither said more than was needed. I felt like it was my duty to help them. To tell them to make their move before it was all too late, before it all ends. I wonder how they saw me, or if they ever wondered about me. The girl with the bags under her eyes, who always came in alone, who was expecting a child anytime soon. Do they wonder if the father left me? Or if we always meet for lunch in the cute little bistro across town, where we kiss and tell each other how our day went? Or if I'm here because I'm lonely, because I need help? Because I do. It's a constant struggle to keep my eyes dry, to remind myself to not wallow up in my misery. The tiny kick coming from inside me, usually brings me back from the edge. It's as if he or she knows their momma is sad, and has to be reminded too wait, they'll join me soon, and make it all better. My order is brought to me by the pretty girl behind the counter, who always makes sure I'm doing fine. Maybe she doesn't want me to fall and sue for an accident, or maybe she really does care. I wonder if I should suggest she ask the dark haired boy out? But I don't, I never do. What if I just cause them heartache? What if they aren't' meant for each other as much as I'd like them to be?

So, I just eat my donut with the soft chatters of the others in the background.
I'm halfway done when the bell in the front door chimes, signaling another customer has come in from the freezing cold outside, looking for a warm beverage. Usually, everyone is too wrapped up in their own business to notice who has come in, but not today. Today, everyone took notice. He was tall and lean, with dark wavy hair. He was without a doubt handsome, and all female eyes were on him as he walked towards the counter, there was just no looking away. Even the men had trouble keeping their eyes elsewhere. The atmosphere in the room was no longer the same as earlier, everyone had simply stopped what they were doing. The place was silent as the nervous barista asked what he'd like to order.
"Coffee. Black." His voice was rough and deep, so seductive I found myself leaning in.
The barista handed him his drink quickly, clearly surprised she managed to not spill it. He took it, and headed for the door, averting eye contact with everyone. He was no doubt aware of the effect he had on others, but his face was expressionless. But he turns to me, a second before he reaches the door, and I inhale sharply. His eyes were hazel, beautiful, but that wasn't what stole the air from my lungs. As soon as our eyes met, a jolt rushed through me, restarting my heart. Awakening me from the deep, tormenting slumber I had been in for months. He walked out the door, and the usual noise of the bakery slowly resumed. I seemed to be the only one still staring at the spot where he had just stood. Without thinking about it, I get up. I have no idea who he is, but there was something about him that begged me to find out. My head snaps left and right, searching desperately for him, until I see him heading to the bookstore across the street. I breathe a sigh of relief, having been terrified I had lost him, and quicken my pace. I see him tense, and it brings me to a halt. What am I doing? Why am I following him? He stops as well, and to my surprise, looks right at me. The same jolt is there, pulling my body to his. He turns back around slowly, as if waiting for me to catch up. And as much as every inch of me begs to follow him, to join him, I don't. I can't. Aiden. I can't go running into some stranger's arms, give into someone else, especially not with his baby growing inside of me. "You seemed troubled dear," A woman says, appearing out of nowhere. I get startled, quickly apologizing for it until I see her. She has to be the prettiest woman I've ever seen. Her big clear eyes almost as pale as her hair, even as pale as her skin, but there's something so comforting about her, that I don't struggle to smile. "I'm okay, but thank you," I reply, and she speaks again, her voice so soothing.
"Why didn't you continue on after him? He seemed as if he knew you."
"I don't know. It's strange but I think-" I don't even know what to say. Why am I telling her this? And what was it about him that had pulled me in?
"You appear love-struck," She says, in her calming voice, and I laugh for the first time in months, the sound of it sounding strange to my ears. The idea of it is just so ridiculous. I'm pregnant, expecting a child without not knowing what to expect, and I had just been after a man because he looked at me. She doesn't find the humor in it, and raises a perfect brow. Her eyes begging me for an understanding. What was she trying to say? "I thought you'd be here. Leave the child alone, you shouldn't be meddling," a man, just as pale as she is, appears right besides her, and while he immediately sends chills down my spine, she rolls her eyes at him. "You're always meddling enough for the both of us. I'm simply leveling things up." "I think you've done enough. This child needs to find her own way," he says, with an eerie smile, and it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Familiarity runs through me though I've never seen him before. There's just something so chilling about his grin, it isn't genuine, and on top of that I can't help but feel he is mocking me or taunting. The woman sighs, but answers, "you're right." Though she was looking at me when she said it, her eyes signaling to her left, which happened to be my right. I turn my head to where she motioned and see the man from the bakery again, still looking at me. I turn back to the couple, only to find I'm alone. Letting out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, I glance at him again.
He waits.
I just don't know why.
What does he want from me?
It startles me to find my feet are already taking me to him. My heart beating faster with every step I take, but I can't make myself stop. My whole body wants me to approach him, and as much as I tried telling myself to not walk any further, I know I want to be with him. I stop a feet from him, as he lifts his head to me, and it's in his beautiful eyes, the way he stares at me, that I know I'm home. The welcoming feeling flows through me, hugging every part of me, as my bottom lip quivers.


Other Stories


Add a Comment

Please report any offensive comments so we can remove them. Use of bad language, unsuitable links or flaming may result in deletion of your account.

Add Smilie

18 Comment(s) so far

Load more Comments New Comments are displayed at the bottom.

#9^Cupcake^Aug 16, 2013

I don't get it.Why?\:rolleyes:
I read it twice, but nothing..
Damn your writing skills.Your so good.
I can't wait for the next chapter.

#10babygirl15526Aug 16, 2013

Oh wow! I can't wait till the next chapter. I have so many questions. Is it really Aiden? How did he get back? Is that death and life that talked to her? What is she going to have? So excited to see so sad that it is coming to an end. Awesome story.

#11megabug7Aug 16, 2013


#12AnchieTkd Aug 17, 2013

\:wub\: Nice chapter,I honestly hope this isn't Aiden or I only miss his possesed body.I cannot wait for the big ending.

#13ika_dezetAug 17, 2013

A few days ago I was waiting impatiently for this chapter to come and now I can't wait for more! Your story is just so good!

#14Sky5Aug 18, 2013

HOW just HOW?!?!? Why, why, why, why, why, WHY do you have to be such a good author?! You NEED to add more to the stories and publish it as a real book. \:rah\:

#15freerealmsAug 19, 2013

If this one ends make a new one right away I will read all yours. I get mad if its been weeks and I have finished what I have to do and dont see one on here by you. (I really luv this story)

#16regina95Aug 19, 2013

Oh my Gooooooooooooooooooood!!! This is so good.

#17fruitopiaVIPAug 23, 2013

You know that I am not a big fan of the old Aiden. But, if this is Aiden he get's a big thumb's up.

The chapter was really good.

#18martoeleSep 14, 2013

Same spirit in a new body.... Nice! I expected him to come back in his real original body. :P

Log in to TSR

Not a Member yet?

Download blocked
Please turn off your ad-blocker to download.
If ads are a problem you can become a VIP member and enjoy an ad-free site.

Getting this message with no ad-blocker active?
Go here for help .