[POV Adrian]
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I beat the bald man until he collapsed to the ground. His friends swarmed him like ants.
"Enough Ad, stop it!" asked Fany.
"They should apologize to you. "No one should insult you," I said, stroking Fany's soft porcelain cheek with the back of my finger.
"There's no need; what matters is that you're okay."
This kind of attention melts my heart every time.
I spun around to face the demons. "Come on, admit you offended my girl."
His pals were about to launch an assault. I kicked one of them. I stepped forward to keep Fany safe from lecherous men.
They're in a panic. One of them drew a penknife from his pocket. It's not good, because I'm unarmed, and fighting might injure me.
Fortunately, the sound of police car sirens stopped them.
The police car came to a halt on the side of the road. In a relaxed tone, the officer in the front seat greeted us.
"Is everything all right there?"
"Everything is under control, Mr Policeman!" said one of the thugs, raising his thumb high. He and his pals took the bald from me.
Fany dragged me into the car. Her wailing appeared worried, and her voice soared anxiously.
"Oh my God, what have you done?" She wiped the blood from my lips with a tissue.
"You shouldn't be behaving that way." She raises her voice. "How come you're always causing trouble?"
I responded, "Okay, I'll let them take you down a deserted alley the next time. I'll let you know what problems you'll face if I don't come to your aid."
"Yes, but you can drag me away; you don't have to serve drunk people."
Fany began the lecture by advising me. She's always been this way. Every time I fight, I always come out on the losing end. Despite the fact that I did it to protect her pride.
My car was parked next to a police car. We were being watched by an elderly police officer with a mustache.
"How are you doing, son?"
"Yes," I said. "It was noisy because only the girl next to me was practicing singing."
The cop laughed with his friend, while Fany remained silent.
"I've never seen you guys around here before. Could you please show me your identification? "questioned the cops .
Fany handed me her ID to give to the cops.
The card was read by the cops and then returned to us.
"UCLA students aren't usually in this area. There are a lot of armed gangsters around here, and they're probably carrying firearms."
"Yes, sir, thank you," I said politely.
"Then allow us to accompany you out of this area. Come on, let's go."
I took the car to Glendale. The police car followed us for a few minutes before turning at an intersection. The cops waved as they activated the greeting siren."There are benefits to being a UCLA student," Fany said while listening to country music.She lectured in hushed tones for what seemed like an eternity, and I don't remember a single word she said. Her voice is very appealing to me. It's even better than my favorite Smooth Jazz.We arrived in Glendale just as the skies darkened after navigating the busy roads. The street lights were bright, and everything was quiet. The Subaru Outback is parked in front of a simple home. Alfred's automobile. Fany grabbed my hand as I was about to fall.
"Please understand that I want you to be nice in front of Auntie."
We walked together to my house after I nodded. Fany had previously brought two large bags containing her groceries.
"Give it to me." Everything is now in my hands.
I checked the contents of the plastic bag as I walked. She had purchased cosmetics and toiletries, as well as new towels. Is she ready to use all of this?
Fany rang the bell as she approached the house's terrace.
Kimberly pushed open the door. A girl in her senior year of high school. She's my sister, Glendale's sweetest and most beautiful girl.
"Fany, Sis!" She cheerfully hugged Fany, kissed her left and right cheeks, and then looked at me with a pout. "Mother is inside, waiting. Please come in."
"Has dinner been prepared?" I inquired, eliciting a nudge from Fany.
"Watch your mouth, idiot," Fany said as she took the bag of fruit and stepped in first.
I didn't want to go in, preferring to sit on the terrac's lounge chair. My legs were stretched out, taking in the sound of summer crickets and the scent of cedar carried by the warm breeze.
What should I do now, Dad? I'm afraid to face Mom right now.
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[POV Fany] ----- The scent of cedar wood. The living room has a squeaky floor. Wall made of drab wood. Every step into the Beneds' house brings back memories. My steps ceased. Behind the long sofa is a special spot where I blew my first kiss. Oh, those memories that make my heart skip a beat. Oh my goodness, why am I even thinking about it? There are far more important things to consider. My path takes me to the dining room. Alfred sat on the steps, limply leaning against the wall, and raised three fingers to greet me. While Aunt rose from her dining chair to greet me. "Fany. Let's take a seat first." Her skin is sagging, and his black hair is being replaced by gray hair. The rest of the beauty, however, was painted on his thin face. While kissing her cheek, I placed the plastic-filled fruit on the empty chair. "Where is Adrian?" she ask. "Perhaps he's fucking the neighbor's girl," Kimberly specu
[POV Fany] ----- "Next door neighbor came home," Kim explained. Adrian rose from his seat after a long period of silence. "Where are you going, Adrian?" Auntie inquired. "We're looking for the wind." Alfred left without saying goodbye and went to the second floor. Auntie. All because of my presence on the night of the engagement. What on earth was I thinking? "I appreciate you looking after Adrian," she said. "He must have bothered you." "It's fine." "I'm perplexed about Adrian. He's been out of control since his father left. You are free to leave him if you so desire." "What exactly do you mean, Auntie?" "Adrian may not be able to change, but he will always be your burden. Now is the time for you to depart." "No, Adrian is a good man; he just hasn't found his calling in life. I'm sure he'll be a different person when he has a goal." Aunt gave a shaky nod. "I don't want to
[POV Adrian] ----- Sitting in the car, I raised my feet. When Father is gone, the sky, moon, and stars remain the same. Okay, I was wrong; I fucked Melisa, but did they ever consider me? Mother's attitude shifted dramatically after Father's death. She's a thorn in my side. She was always by Alfred's side. Who am I to judge her? The sound of the door opening caused me to turn my head, only to see Alfred emerge from it, carrying two bottles of beer. "Would you like to drink?" he inquired. Who doesn't want a free beer? I let him in by opening the door. We drank cold beers while enjoying the warm evening. "Listen—" Alfred said. "No, you pay attention. I'm sorry for fucking Melisa. Everything is clear to me." Alfred nodded and took my cigarette. As he spoke, he lit a cigarette. "Go ahead, I heard." "For Fany, I fucked Melisa." "Fany?" He laughed uncontrollably. But, seriously, I said.
[POV Adrian] ----- Fany jumped into the car, her nose tingling like a skunk. "Are you smoking?" My head shook. "It wasn't me, but Alfred." "Do you believe I believe?" She stroked my skin. What do you want from her? She groped through the pockets of my jacket and pants. Is she aware that those long, soft hands pique my interest? "Wait a minute, Fany!" She paused for a moment, her eyes piercing. "Can you tell me where you got your pack of cigarettes?" I didn't want to admit it, but my eyes, which were fixed on the dashboard, betrayed me. He squeezed a pack of cigarettes as if it were cow's milk. He had the audacity to toss my cigarette outside. I've squandered ten dollars. "OK," she said casually. "Okay you said? What's the deal?" "So what were you two talking about?" she asked after taking a sip of cola. "Oh, who is that little meerkat?" "You guys spread my name arou
Fany At least after making him promise, he had something to hold onto. I stepped into the house, to the room on the second floor, the room I used to live in. I yawned widely pushing my hands forward. The trip to Glendale, this morning's trouble, made me shatter. A soft mattress could make me soar to heaven now. Suddenly Kim stopped me on the stairs. She stood like a superhero with his arms crossed it front of her chest. Her voice was harsh. "Where are the pillows and blankets?" "What?"i ask, confusedly "Why did you make them all disappear? Where did you put them?" "Them? Uhm, oh, the pillow and blanket? I left it for Pig outside." Kimberly's sullen face lasted a few seconds, then she chuckled. I smile. She led me into the room. She had prepared everything. Two mattresses put on the floor, she lying down pulling me to sleep. "Is there a way to get Adrian to keep his promise?" I asked, casu
Fany The morning sun in Glendale feels warmer when it hits your face. Kim's humming voice made me open my eyes lazily. He's wearing clothes. "Morning sis. Let's go take a shower, Alfred will be back in town this morning, his work awaits." "Oh?" I sat rubbing my eyes. "Where's Adrian?" "What?" asked Adrian, standing wrapped in a towel, his hands folded against the wall of the door. "Miss?" "Put on clothes, it's disgusting to see you like that," I said. "Yeah, disgusting, but you don't close your eyes." I threw a pillow in his face, causing him to chuckle away into the next room. You son of a bitch, wherever he is he always makes me angry. After taking a shower, I put on new clothes, a Sabrina T-shirt with long jeans. I stepped outside, to find Alfred was dressed in a work uniform, a black suit. He cuddles with his aunt, Adrian, and Kim. "Adrian
Adrian Changes cannot be flashed. Good change is gradual, comes from within. I tried for that. I looked everywhere for work, but to no avail. Who wants to accept Adrian Bener, a law student who has not yet graduated. Special science law, applied science that can only be used in a special place. Of course I could work part time, but… I'm not cut out to be a cashier, or a subway attendant. While trying what's wrong with relaxing, right? This afternoon I was jogging on the beach near my apartment, wearing long training pants and a sleeveless hood. Meanwhile, there was a sexy woman who attracted me. She is in a bikini, defiant chest, invites her pet to play on the beach. She's indifferent to me, but I'll make her care in a special way. I put the big sausage in my trouser pocket. I deliberately ran slowly near the tanned girl. Not to get her attention, but her stupid pet.
Adrian "Your friend?" Minerva whispered, glancing at the lollipop next to me. "Yes, that is so." He is my friend, a good friend. We promised to go to art college together, but because my sister forced me to major in law, we split up. We're still friends, just not as close as we used to be. "What's the matter, Carl?" I asked, signalling the bartender to bring a pint for my best friend. Carl's laughter was cut off, a sign that he was happy. “I heard you needed a job, well, I have some good news for you, friend.” Looks like this is going to be long. Poor Minerva, with clothes like that, the wind would love to touch her body. “Minerva, can you wait in the car? It won't take long." "Sure, why not." He stepped like a duck. The ass moves left and right as if inviting to be squeezed. "Your boyfriend?" asked Carl, his eyes fixed on the lump." “Well, just acquaintances. You like?" "Yeah." H
[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain."If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin
[POV Fany]-----The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything."Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized.The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe."Thank goodness you're okay," he said as he hugged me."Alex, what brought you here?"Alfred approached us from the side, clearing his throat. "At the police station, I ran into him. We reported a kidnapping, but they said they needed to wait twenty-four hours before moving."Fortunately, God has not abandoned me. I looked around for someone "Where Adria is? Al, did you tell him what happened?"Alfred gave a slow nod. "I was.
[POV Fany]-----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,
[POV Adrian]-----He spun me around, kicked me in the knee, and then hit another guy who attacked him from behind.What's the matter with him?I'm not sure who he is, so why would he say something like that? Who is he, bald with a thin beard and heavily tattooed?The Royal Rumble battle is extremely brutal. They have weapons. Whatever means they employ to attack and defend.There are no weapons in my cell. That Italian ... I stormed out, yelling at the Italian guy in the suit."You're lying, there isn't a gun in there!""Who is lying, Merda?" He responded with a grating laugh. "Listen, your friend didn't put anything in there, did he?"He spoke to his friend before tossing a baseball near me, a smooth stick that I hope will become my best friend in battle.I was about to pick up the baseball bat when I was interrupted by another.The man in the suit exclaimed, "Please don't blame me, for you misfortu
[POV Adrian]----I parked my motorcycle near the pier in an empty shed. Fany should have been here, according to the directions, but there were only a few wild seagulls awake on the roof of this old, dim tin-walled barn. Could they possibly— Uurgh.Someone hit me from behind with a blunt object. Damn you, coward. My vision became blurry, and then everything went black. I can still hear some men chit-chatting."Let's finish him—""Stop talking. We are not hoodlums. Remember, honor, loyalty, and bravery. That is our motto. Take him there, as planned. Let's face it, manly."They drove me somewhere. There was a deafening cheer.Slowly, I can see clearly. I'm currently being held in a cell. Not only was I trapped in a cell, but so were several other people. The cells are arranged in a circle facing the field. Above the cell, there is a stage for a crowd of men and women facing the field. They cheered while carrying paper money
[POV Adrian]-----Pleasant licks on my penis caused me to moan loudly. They give it their all, a grope in the stomach, a peck on the chest. Yes, this is what I desired. But.... Fany, no, I'm not going to fall for this. I've never been rude to a woman before, but this time I drew the Japanese girl's head back until I heard a plop."Enough."Still clutching the hard veined thing, the American girl smiled seductively. Her voice had been artificially sweetened. "Do you want anything else, my stallion?"Even though it was stuffy, I pulled my pants up and kept my penis in. I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor and dashed to the garage door."You're not going to be able to open it. You must use a... key."But I can. I drew up the large garage gate until it slightly opened. He was correct; this thing weighed as much as a car.I knelt out of here, staring at the three girls. "Please fix my car right away. I'm going to wait ou
[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car. The black girl grabbed the vacuum cleaner for the car and began sucking up the dust. The American girl asked me to get the best engine in Alex's collection, propped up against the hood of my car. This is a decision I'm not sure about. It doesn't have to be the best; just being able to bring my car back to life is enough for me.
[POV Adrian] ----- A middle-aged man wearing a hat exited the tow truck with a friend. They were dressed in shabby white mechanical uniforms that were as filthy as their faces. They have an oily odor. "Mr Adrian?" inquired the younger, who wore a baseball cap with a beak on the back. "Mr Alex requested that we take your car to a private repair shop and invite you to select an engine there." That fast. "Okay." A tow truck came to pick up my car. I was sitting in the front seat, facing Alex's house. We sat down as a group of three. The car is moving at a slow pace. It appears that getting to the destination will take a long time. Dammit, I had to be a truant once more. A super-elite residential area not far from Beverly Hills is home to the tie-down pampers who believe they have the world at their disposal. Alex's house is larger and
[POV Fany]-----Someone suddenly kissed my lips after opening my mouth cover. "I can't wait to taste you, sweetie." He burst out laughing."Stop, you moron. When his girlfriend sees it, it will be even more delectable "said the person sitting next to me. "Is the duct tape gone? That's fine, stupid. This bird is about to sing."I beg anyone in my vicinity, perhaps they still have a conscience? "Please, my faggot, let me go. I'll pay for it and act as if nothing happened."They both laughed. I should have known that pleading would only make them float in contentment.The car engine continues to hum, and the vehicle continues to vibrate. It was hot and dark. I ran out of wiggle energy. Thank you, God, for still giving me salvation. They don't do anything bad, just the occasional hand squeezing of body parts. If they wanted to, they could do more....The sliding door slid open. I'm