Resentment by Relina Blacsmith (most popular novels of all time .txt) 📖

I remember when I first met him, the guy of my dreams. With his long, jet black hair that seemed to never lose its shine and his deep, lime green eyes that seemed to read my every move. He was light tan and had a body that could make a girl swoon.

I remember meeting him for the first time and also hating him, because he made me look like shit in front of my science class, in my last years of high school. But then later apologized, which surprised me little as he was known to be quite the douche bag he was.

I remember how he tried his hardest to make friends with me, while I got annoyed every single day, but I finally gave in.

I remember getting to know him better, becoming good friends with him and then suddenly, falling for him.

I suddenly remember when we first made love. I felt excited yet, I felt afraid. Would it hurt? Would he like it? Would I like it? But then when we did it, I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven.

We were in love, like all the stories says. I was attracted to this dark and sexy man, who made my spine tingle and my breath shallow with each caress. The very man who made my knees weak, my hands tremble and whose very touch I lusted after. The man whose lips I craved for, whose eyes that made me dizzy with stupor and with strong arms I wanted to be wrapped around in

Yet… this man was also the very one that betrayed me. He is the one who ruined my heart and left it on the floor faintly beating. Who made my tears fall like raindrops and who now has made me hollow inside. The one who has hurt me, as if fire is smouldering me slowly with pain he’ll never be able comprehend.

He is the very one who also gave me my, twin babies. I shall never forgive him and neither will I ever let him back into my life, because he has turned my heart into what it used to be, when I had never met him: cold. I will never, ever make that mistake of ever opening it, again. For I am now afraid that the pieces I have left, shall be claimed by the wind and shall scatter them to oblivion, never to be seen again. 

 “Mom, come on! We have to go to school!” Max shouts.

 “Okay, okay. Sheesh!” Aren’t kids suppose to hate school, what exactly have those teachers been teaching my kid.

 “Mommy, can you tie my shoes?” as Brianne holds up her sneakers.

 “Come on, then,” as I crouch down and tie up her laces.

 We then hop into the car and drive off to their school. Max and Brianne are only six years old with Max being the oldest and Brianne being the youngest. But they were both my pride and joy; the ones that made me still get up in the morning and face what the world would throw at me. Although Brianne was the youngest, she tended to act like a boy and played wrestling with Max, which I had to stop. I know it sounds dumb that I stopped it because she was a girl but hey, I don’t want her running to me with tears in her green eyes. Yes, my twins inherited their father’s eyes and Max was proving to be mirroring his father’s features and hair. While Brianne inherited my features and hair colour, all except for those green coloured eyes.

 As we finally get to their school, they suddenly open their doors to leave.

 “Hey, hey! Now where do you think you’re going, the both of you?” I look at them, both giving me a confused look.

 “Uh, mom, we’re going to school,” Max as always, answers.

 “Yeah, I know. But aren’t you forgetting something, mister?” as I hold out my arms and as Max’s expression turn into horror.

 “Ngawww… mom, come on. I’m not a little five year old no more; I’m a big boy now,” with his arms folded and a frown on his face.

 “Now, now young man, you listen here. You may not be a five year old, but you will always be my little boy, got that. Now get over here the both of you and give mommy a kiss and hug.” As I look at them laugh mischievously, so like their father.

 “Okay mom, there. Happy?” As they both hugged me and kissed me.

 “Yes. Now run along now and please Max, don’t be up to mischief.” Knowing my son, he probably would do someone’s head in.

 I see them both running into their classes, while waving good-bye and then I drove off. I suddenly thought of their father, which is something I usually don’t think about. How is it possible to love someone and then hate them afterwards? Although I am glad I left him… No! Stop thinking about it! But how could I, when my children were the constant reminder of him. Gahhh!!! Damn these stupid genetic stuff, as I remember from my science class... Crap!!! I'm thinking about him, again. Cara girl, get your act together.

Right now, you need to go home and get ready for work. Yes, calm down Cara, calm…

“Arghhhhhh!!!” As my car swerved past another car.

“Hey, watch where you’re going you!!!” I put my head through the window, trying to make out who the hell nearly tried to kill me.

It turned out to be just a couple who were making out, while the dude was driving. Ack! Stupid guy, goh, he could have killed me the bastard! Luckily I was able to act before he totally trashed my car and then my kids would have been asking many questions that even I, half of the time can’t answer. But kids will be kids and I love them both. All I know is that if anything happens to them, I will do anything to keep them safe and protect them, even if I had to sacrifice my life, in order for them to live.

As I suddenly get home, I quickly change into my anaesthetist clothes that I have been wearing for the past six months as I have just finished Uni and finally got a job. It can be very tiring but I do this so that my kids can have a better upbringing, although I do not believe in spoiling them. I believe that if you spoil them, they’ll act bratty that you would feel the need to smack some sense into their brains. Even though I love them so much, but I have to put my feet firmly down sometimes to show them whose boss, although I would kick my sister’s butt for spoiling them with toys and lollies.

As I’m just about to get in the car I suddenly hear my Samsung phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Cara, you there?” The person’s voice was very anxious.

“Yes, it’s me on the phone. What seems to be the matter?”

“Cara, oh thank god. We need you here right now, oh sorry it’s me, Annette. We need an anaesthetic here, right now,” I could hear from the background the distressed voices of relatives.

“Why, what happened?” I asked as I was trying as fast to put up my hair in a ponytail.

“It seems to me that the guy was driving, but got hit by a drunken lady,” as I registered that I suddenly felt sorry for the guy and disgusted with the lady.

“I’m on my way,” as I shut my phone and hopped into my car, driving as fast as I can to hopefully, save someone’s life.

As I got out of my car, I ran into the hospital, only to be met by Annette herself.

“Let’s go,” as she led me to the theatre, I could see that all the nurses and the surgeon waiting for me.

I walk inside to find the man’s chest is covered in blood. Dr Reynolds comes up to me and tells me that this operation would take probably 4 to 6 hours and asked me if I was up to the task which I gladly accepted. This was going to be some long day, huh.

It turned out in the guy’s chest was a big metal, stuck inside and if we didn’t get it out, he would die.

I inject him with propofol, which immediately knocks him out. Dr Reynolds was really on the spot, trying to take out the metal, which luckily was just under the heart, which meant that if it had been nearer, the surgery would have been in vain. I kept monitoring his pressure within his heart, just to see how his heart was doing.

About 4 hours later, the surgery was successful and Ray was going back into intensive care just to rest after that big surgery. As I made my way to the door, I then felt someone tug my hand. I look down to see a little girl, looking up at me with a smile.

“Thank you for making daddy not feel the pain, while sleeping,” giving me a hug, while I bent down and hugged her back. 

“It’s my job to do that,” as I patted her head and then I felt someone else’s hand on my shoulders. I look up to find an elderly lady and another lady by her side.

“Oh, thank you doctor. What would we have done without you?” She grabs me and hug me and let me tell you, this was no ordinary old lady.

“No worries, I’m just doing my job.” They thanked me once again and then I left, looking forward to seeing my twins.

"Cara's POV"

As I pull up my driveway I hear someone,

“Roar!!!”

Oh gosh. My best friend’s boyfriend, Derek, it is so like him to drop by and act like a 5 year old.

“Hey Derek, you dork,” I see him tryna catch Max, but then turns to me.

“What’s up with the dork part?” He emphasises the dork part with his fingers.

“Oh, I dunno. Maybe it’s cos you tend to act like a 5 year old than an actually 25 year old guy,” I see him coming up to me, thinking that he’d slug me playfully; I suddenly felt his arms around me. Wow, I could seriously feel his muscles.

“Wh-what are you doing?” As I trying to get him off, although liking that his