1 PHOEBE HIDE.

SOULMATE.

1.

PHOEBE'S POV.

My life was perfect before I met him. I was a good student and a good daughter; my parents were proud of me. I had good grades and I didn't cause trouble, obedient and respectful. I had a best friend that I could depend on for life and brothers who always stood up for me.

I had a charming boyfriend too. He was my knight in shining armor, a typical prince charming and something out of the romantic books I read. Nothing could go wrong .

Until I met him....

He was a nightmare right from the start and I should've known better. Everything about him, from the group of friends he surrounded himself with to the inks covering almost all the skin around his forearm, screamed danger. He was a bod boy, nothing like the kind of friends I usually made .

And yet I couldn't look away. His beautiful face held mysteries I itched to uncover, his sore attitude made me more curious about the kind of person he was. And the rate at which a mere glance at me could cause my heart to beat made me take a step closer instead of retreating.

No one annoyed me more than he did yet I couldn't go a day without hearing from him. He drove me crazy but that alone caused me to feel things no man ever made me feel. He could ask for my soul and I'd gladly add my heart for there was nothing I wouldn't do to have his hands on me. To feel those tingles his touch alone could cause me.

I had never craved anything more than I craved him and that, was how I knew I was in love with Percy Arrindel and I was doomed.

He was bad for me and instead of running in the opposite direction I was rather attracted to him like a pair of magnet. Even after he broke me and betrayed me in the worse way ever, I'd crawl to him if I couldn't walk.

And I believe even if I had known before hand that he was using me, I'd still be defenseless and powerless against the way I felt for him and still look on while it all happened before my own eyes.

I hated the way he had control over me yet I loved the way he alone could make me do certain things I'd never do under normal circumstances. He was taking too much of me but I was too scared I'd never survive without him to try and stop him.

I'd take anything, feel anything if it meant being with him. He was toxic, too much heartache and too much regrets yet I didn't care. I'd suffer it all, endure it all till the last bit of me shattered.

And that was exactly what happened.

He squeezed me and dwindled me to nothing, to a point where there was nothing more to take. Until I had nothing more to offer, I hadn't thought of myself for once ever since he walked into my life. He said he loved me, and it was all I wanted.

I didn't realize that love, if not handled with outmost care, could destroy a person and everything else around them. I didn't know that love wasn't always beautiful and painless but could be the exact opposite.

His love did that to me;

Cost me everything and anything. It wasn't until I had died a thousand death that I was willing to learn. I was willing to take a step out of the world he has created for me and try to survive without him. Something needed to be done about our love before it drowned us to our death.

And what would you have me do?

Ran from my destiny and hide the rest of my life? I had tasted the forbidden fruit and there was no way out for me. It was either I left things the way they were or I fixed them. He was after all, my Soulmate......

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Phoebe's POV.

It had been a hectic day and I couldn't wait to get home. I opened the door and was welcomed by music blasting from the television.

My brother, Denis was the noisiest person I've ever met!

I walked in and shouted my greeting directly to my would be sister in law,his girlfriend, Tina.

"Welcome Phoebe...how was the day?"

I sighed and dropped next to her in the sofa.

"You can't start imagining. There's always too much to do."

I complained, kicking off my shoes. She went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water for me. I accepted it gratefully and emptied the cup, dropping it on the table and looking around. How come a head full of dark hair belonging to the sweetest boy in the world was no where in sight?

"Is Xavier back from school?" I asked .

"No". My annoying brother answered.

" no? But why? He's suppose to be home by now."

My heart skipped a beat and I picked up my bag and shoes, heading for the stirs. My three years old son was the world to me and I couldn't take anything pertaining to him lightly. Not even returning from school late. I dialed the number as I rushed up the stirs.

minutes later,I was speaking to the headmistress of little Angels academy.

"Hello ma'me.this is Xavier's mother.he's not home when I came .is something wrong? "

"Sorry Madame, our car developed a little hitch. He will be home very soon."

I heaved a sign of relief, said a quick thank you and hanged up,changed into a casual wear and walked into the kitchen. I smiled as the activities of the day flashed through my mind.

The woman stopped in her tracks after being ushered in by our funny receptionist.

"Are you the one in charge here?"

"Yes please"

I answered in my business tone.she took a closer look at me and retorted,

"Will you even be 20?" And this got me laughing.

"Young, but skillful enough."

I said proudly as I offered her a seat.I wasn't surprise.

This wasn't my first time of experiencing such reaction from my clients.

At age 21,I was the manageress of a big fashion house and people thought it insane.

But "I believe" fashion home wasn't any fashion home.

It belonged to my mum.she was in south Africa now,running her new branch there and she put me in charge here.

Not because I was her daughter, but because I was good at what I do. It ran through the family I guess.

The horn of the bus got me running down the stirs.

"Mummy!"

His little voice called from the door. He ran to me and I scooped him into my arms.

"How was school?."

He shrugged and placed his head on my shoulder .

I handed him over to his uncle at the door and proceeded to the kitchen to get dinner ready.

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I heard Xavier laughing his head off at the leaving room and I needn't be told that his father was in.

So Harold was my boyfriend and the father of my son. yea,boyfriend.

I'm not the type who was desperate for marriage. Let me refrain that; I wasn't in a hurry to tie my life down with a man I wasn't in love with but has been so good to me and I'm so scared of getting heart broken again that I settle for him.

our relationship was quite twisted from a normal relationship because I saw love in a different dimension all together.

Harold seemed to be the only one trying so hard to keep this relationship going. He knew that and in a sickening way, didn't mind.

I loved him,in my own way and he understood that.

sometimes I wondered how he kept up with me.

Take the topic of marriage for instance, God knows how many arguments we've had on it.

He'd take me to the alter today if I'd let him.

I always made the excuse that I was still young so why the rush.Eventually he had given in and accepted my way of loving. More like he was waiting for the day I'll get over my first love and finally let him in.

"That boy will develop a laughing tumor I tell you."

"And it'll all be your fault." I replied with a smile, looking half his way.

"How was work? " I asked.

did I tell you he was a doctor? "

"Busy as usual......Lawrence will be home by now tomorrow."

The mention of my brother brought another smile to my face.

He's been away for four years and his coming home is the first good news I had received in the year.

"I can't wait to see him! " I shrieked.

He opened his arms and I walked into them.

"you need some sleep. "

He said as he robbed my back.

Like he didn't need sleep himself. But it has always been like this; me first. He was always seeing to it that I was taken good care of before anything else and that was quite charming.

" Here,lye down. I'll take my leave when you are asleep. "

Sometimes I pray to God to make me love Harold the way he loves me and never hurt him. Seriously the guy was a dream come true, every girl's prince charming and I was so lucky to call him mine.

Yet the heart practically has plans of it own. I like the guy. And why not? He was good looking, caring and definitely a lady's man. Above all he's been an amazing father to our son. Not all young men accepted the idea of fatherhood too well. he didn't just come forward to accept responsibility, he made sure he performed the task to perfection.

Sad truth was, I didn't feel that kind of way about him. If anything, I loved him like a dear friend and nothing more. The real owner of my heart, the one it beat for come rain or shine, unfortunately didn't feel the same way about me and I have learnt to live without him.

I lay down as instructed and let him cuddle me. He kissed my forehead and ran his hands through my hair.

"I love you..." He whispered.

A smile crossed my face. Instead of his deep raspy voice, a distinct melodies one, like a happy bird's own, rang in my ears and I relaxed in his arms, allowing my imagination to take over completely and fading in a certain somebody.

I let my thoughts conjure an image of him sitting against my headboard with me in his arms, a content smile on both our faces and his hands running down my arms calming me more than anything else in the world. I sighed.

"I love you too."

And this, ladies and gentlemen, was how I managed to go through each day successfully without breaking down. This, was how I managed to be with him without loosing it; imagining another man in his place. A man who will never accept me or appreciate the love I had for him.

And it was so unfair..

By :AnnieAmour..

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