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Story: Sophie’s Second Chance
He kept his distance from me and stared at me without saying a word.
I reached for the doorknob with my hands, turned it, and opened the door. I then walked back into the store room to get away from him.
He moved forward, forcing me to walk farther into the room. Then he smirked slightly.
He left the room and shut the door behind him in a second.
I was shocked when I noticed he had just locked me in there, and I hammered on the door. “Liam, open the door!” “
He didn’t say anything, but I could hear his footsteps getting quieter as he left the room.
He really locked me up here? For what? For ruining his book? He’s insane! I banged on the door a few more times, but nothing happened. He will pay for this. I looked around the dimly lit room and saw a few boxes lying around. They had stacks of A4-sized papers in them, some of which were old and used. There were also some files and a few other things.
I saw something when I walked around the room. There was a door, but it wasn’t the one I came through. There were some boxes placed in front of it.
I took the boxes off the door and looked at it, wondering where it led. When I twisted the handle, it opened.
He is particularly bad at keeping people inside.
For God’s sake, there’s another door here that isn’t locked. He would be a terrible kidnapper.
I opened the door all the way and saw that it went to his study and library. I laughed and got away in two minutes.
I strolled up to his desk and saw the paper there. It was a drawing of a room, namely a nursery.
Is he an architect?
And someone tells him that I’m just a month pregnant. He’s already making plans for the nursery.
I took up the paper and put it in a drawer. It’s too nice to throw away. I chuckled as I looked around the library.
He is going to wish he had locked me in there.
I leaned on his desk with my arms crossed and faced the door fifteen minutes later.
I heard Dad yell for me, “Sophie?” so he must have opened the door to the store room. “
Then he unlocked the door to the study and stepped in. His eyes fell on me immediately.
“Hi,” I said with a stiff smile.
His gaze moved across the room, getting wider as he took in the state of his study.
He took all of his books off the shelves and threw them on the floor, where they were in horrible shape.
There were also a lot of paper planes on the floor and on his desk.
His jaw was hard, his hands were in tight fists, and his eyes were getting darker with rage.
And to my amazement, his eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t be sobbing for his books, could he?
This might not have been a smart idea.
“Get out,” he said in a voice that was icy and piercing enough to make me tremble. He closed his eyes.
I was scared of his tone and was about to say something when he opened his eyes.
“Get out, Sophie,” he said between tight teeth, trying not to murder me. “Now!” “So I fled away from there to avoid his anger.
I really made him mad.
Liam’s point of view:
I don’t like her.
No one has ever touched my books in all these years, yet it only took her a few days to make a mess in my library.
I don’t allow anyone to borrow my books or touch them. I’m quite protective of them.
I don’t even know why I let her borrow the book, which was one of my favorites, and she f*****g ripped it up.
I scratched my temples as I looked at the books and paper planes strewn over the floor.
First, I scribbled a caution on a clean, new piece of paper.
A caution for Ms. Sophie Spencer:
From now on, you are not allowed to visit my study. If I catch you here, you won’t like what happens.
If you ever touch my books again, I swear to make your life a living nightmare.
-Liam
I wrote the warning on a piece of paper and then taped it to the door.
Then I proceeded to carefully take up each book one at a time and put it back on the shelf exactly where it had been before.
It took me an hour to put the books back in their right places and pick up the paper aircraft. I kept my desk tidy by putting everything back in its right location.
I let out a sigh of relief after cleaning up the mess.
Someone knocked on the door in a steady rhythm, and I knew it was Sophie since Helen doesn’t knock like that.
What does she want now?
I opened the door a little and looked at her. She smiled shyly as I glanced at her coldly.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Can’t you see the warning?” “I pointed to the notice I had put on the door.
She rolled her eyes and said, “I did.” I simply wanted to say I’m sorry for what I did. “I’m sorry.”
“Your apologies have been turned down. “Have a nice day, Ms. Spencer.” I shut the door in her face and heard her curse under her breath.
You can’t trust her at all.
I walked down the stairs to the front door, fixing my tie. I didn’t have breakfast because I didn’t want to see her face. I’ve been avoiding her since yesterday.
The doorbell rang just as I was about to open the door. I wondered who it might be and opened the door. All the color went from my cheeks.
“M-m-mother? “I stammered when I saw my mother waiting at the entrance, looking as happy as ever.
She opened her lips to say something, but I slammed the door right away. What the hell?
What is she doing here? Did Helen instruct her to come?
Liam! Mother knocked on the door. What does this mean? Let me in! “
Damn!
I answered the door and put on a phony smile. “Mother! It’s very nice to see you.
She scowled and crossed her arms. “Why did you close the door on me?” “
“Did I?” “I laughed uncomfortably. “I thought I could be dreaming when I closed the door because I couldn’t believe you were here.”
I whispered to myself, “Unfortunately, it isn’t.” “Are you okay?” “She asked.
“Of course, Mom!” By the way, why are you here? “Please let me in first.” “
“Sure,” I said under my breath as I stepped aside to let her in.
God, please don’t let her see Sophie. I’m so doomed. She looked about the home as if she were seeking a threat.
“Umm… Mom. You must know that it’s Monday and I am going to work. Why did you come? “
“I wanted to see my son. Is it not okay for me to? “She squinted her eyes.
“Oh… Okay…
“Oh my God,” she said. “Alley is pregnant!” Did you hear that? “Yes, I did.” “Brother told me.”
“I am so happy, Liam,” she said with a big smile. “You have no idea,” I said with a smile. “Me too, mother.”
“By the way, where’s Helen? “She enquired, looking about for her. “I’ll call her,” I responded, and then I yelled for her. “Helen?” “
Sophie strolled down the stairs instead of Helen. She must have heard me scream for Helen because she stated dryly, “Helen took a day off,” not seeing that her mother was there. She informed me that you weren’t there for supper last night.
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“And you are? “Mother asked her query to Sophie, and that’s when she spotted her mother, and her eyes grew wide.
Sophie’s lips opened and closed, but she couldn’t say anything. Mother scowled and walked over to her. “Have we met before?” Sophie grinned uneasily. “At Nathan and Alley’s wedding?”
“Yes, but I don’t remember you very well.”
“Sophie. A friend of Alley’s.”
“Oh, yes, Sophie! How are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Whitmore,” she answered gently without looking her in the eye.
“Don’t be so formal, kid. Just call me Margaret.” “Okay, Margaret.”
“Don’t you work with Alley?” Mom launched her question-and-answer session.
“Yes, I do work with Alley.”
Don’t ask what she’s doing here!
“Why are you here?” Mother said in a kind voice, but I knew she had a million questions for me and her.
I reached for the doorknob with my hands, turned it, and opened the door. I then walked back into the store room to get away from him.
He moved forward, forcing me to walk farther into the room. Then he smirked slightly.
He left the room and shut the door behind him in a second.
I was shocked when I noticed he had just locked me in there, and I hammered on the door. “Liam, open the door!” “
He didn’t say anything, but I could hear his footsteps getting quieter as he left the room.
He really locked me up here? For what? For ruining his book? He’s insane! I banged on the door a few more times, but nothing happened. He will pay for this. I looked around the dimly lit room and saw a few boxes lying around. They had stacks of A4-sized papers in them, some of which were old and used. There were also some files and a few other things.
I saw something when I walked around the room. There was a door, but it wasn’t the one I came through. There were some boxes placed in front of it.
I took the boxes off the door and looked at it, wondering where it led. When I twisted the handle, it opened.
He is particularly bad at keeping people inside.
For God’s sake, there’s another door here that isn’t locked. He would be a terrible kidnapper.
I opened the door all the way and saw that it went to his study and library. I laughed and got away in two minutes.
I strolled up to his desk and saw the paper there. It was a drawing of a room, namely a nursery.
Is he an architect?
And someone tells him that I’m just a month pregnant. He’s already making plans for the nursery.
I took up the paper and put it in a drawer. It’s too nice to throw away. I chuckled as I looked around the library.
He is going to wish he had locked me in there.
I leaned on his desk with my arms crossed and faced the door fifteen minutes later.
I heard Dad yell for me, “Sophie?” so he must have opened the door to the store room. “
Then he unlocked the door to the study and stepped in. His eyes fell on me immediately.
“Hi,” I said with a stiff smile.
His gaze moved across the room, getting wider as he took in the state of his study.
He took all of his books off the shelves and threw them on the floor, where they were in horrible shape.
There were also a lot of paper planes on the floor and on his desk.
His jaw was hard, his hands were in tight fists, and his eyes were getting darker with rage.
And to my amazement, his eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t be sobbing for his books, could he?
This might not have been a smart idea.
“Get out,” he said in a voice that was icy and piercing enough to make me tremble. He closed his eyes.
I was scared of his tone and was about to say something when he opened his eyes.
“Get out, Sophie,” he said between tight teeth, trying not to murder me. “Now!” “So I fled away from there to avoid his anger.
I really made him mad.
Liam’s point of view:
I don’t like her.
No one has ever touched my books in all these years, yet it only took her a few days to make a mess in my library.
I don’t allow anyone to borrow my books or touch them. I’m quite protective of them.
I don’t even know why I let her borrow the book, which was one of my favorites, and she f*****g ripped it up.
I scratched my temples as I looked at the books and paper planes strewn over the floor.
First, I scribbled a caution on a clean, new piece of paper.
A caution for Ms. Sophie Spencer:
From now on, you are not allowed to visit my study. If I catch you here, you won’t like what happens.
If you ever touch my books again, I swear to make your life a living nightmare.
-Liam
I wrote the warning on a piece of paper and then taped it to the door.
Then I proceeded to carefully take up each book one at a time and put it back on the shelf exactly where it had been before.
It took me an hour to put the books back in their right places and pick up the paper aircraft. I kept my desk tidy by putting everything back in its right location.
I let out a sigh of relief after cleaning up the mess.
Someone knocked on the door in a steady rhythm, and I knew it was Sophie since Helen doesn’t knock like that.
What does she want now?
I opened the door a little and looked at her. She smiled shyly as I glanced at her coldly.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Can’t you see the warning?” “I pointed to the notice I had put on the door.
She rolled her eyes and said, “I did.” I simply wanted to say I’m sorry for what I did. “I’m sorry.”
“Your apologies have been turned down. “Have a nice day, Ms. Spencer.” I shut the door in her face and heard her curse under her breath.
You can’t trust her at all.
I walked down the stairs to the front door, fixing my tie. I didn’t have breakfast because I didn’t want to see her face. I’ve been avoiding her since yesterday.
The doorbell rang just as I was about to open the door. I wondered who it might be and opened the door. All the color went from my cheeks.
“M-m-mother? “I stammered when I saw my mother waiting at the entrance, looking as happy as ever.
She opened her lips to say something, but I slammed the door right away. What the hell?
What is she doing here? Did Helen instruct her to come?
Liam! Mother knocked on the door. What does this mean? Let me in! “
Damn!
I answered the door and put on a phony smile. “Mother! It’s very nice to see you.
She scowled and crossed her arms. “Why did you close the door on me?” “
“Did I?” “I laughed uncomfortably. “I thought I could be dreaming when I closed the door because I couldn’t believe you were here.”
I whispered to myself, “Unfortunately, it isn’t.” “Are you okay?” “She asked.
“Of course, Mom!” By the way, why are you here? “Please let me in first.” “
“Sure,” I said under my breath as I stepped aside to let her in.
God, please don’t let her see Sophie. I’m so doomed. She looked about the home as if she were seeking a threat.
“Umm… Mom. You must know that it’s Monday and I am going to work. Why did you come? “
“I wanted to see my son. Is it not okay for me to? “She squinted her eyes.
“Oh… Okay…
“Oh my God,” she said. “Alley is pregnant!” Did you hear that? “Yes, I did.” “Brother told me.”
“I am so happy, Liam,” she said with a big smile. “You have no idea,” I said with a smile. “Me too, mother.”
“By the way, where’s Helen? “She enquired, looking about for her. “I’ll call her,” I responded, and then I yelled for her. “Helen?” “
Sophie strolled down the stairs instead of Helen. She must have heard me scream for Helen because she stated dryly, “Helen took a day off,” not seeing that her mother was there. She informed me that you weren’t there for supper last night.
1…
2…
3…
“And you are? “Mother asked her query to Sophie, and that’s when she spotted her mother, and her eyes grew wide.
Sophie’s lips opened and closed, but she couldn’t say anything. Mother scowled and walked over to her. “Have we met before?” Sophie grinned uneasily. “At Nathan and Alley’s wedding?”
“Yes, but I don’t remember you very well.”
“Sophie. A friend of Alley’s.”
“Oh, yes, Sophie! How are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Whitmore,” she answered gently without looking her in the eye.
“Don’t be so formal, kid. Just call me Margaret.” “Okay, Margaret.”
“Don’t you work with Alley?” Mom launched her question-and-answer session.
“Yes, I do work with Alley.”
Don’t ask what she’s doing here!
“Why are you here?” Mother said in a kind voice, but I knew she had a million questions for me and her.