“Whatever it is you have to say, say it and stop beating round the bush.”
“Or I may lose interest.” She added, smirking.He laughed nervously, and ran a hand across his face then he stopped, his smile dropping.“Okay. Joan Michaels” he started, looking her directly in the eye, “Would you like to go on a date with me this week?”*Flashback…“Joan Michaels, would you like to go on a date with me this week?”She pretended to think about the question, her lips forming into a pout and her brows, furrowing.“I don’t know, King Johannson. What does this date have to offer?” she questioned after a long moment of silence.15 year old King blinked innocently, looking up at her.“A lot, Joan Michaels.” He said, “A princess crown, the best dress ever made in this universe, specially prepared food and my heart on a platter of gold.”She twirled her hair around her fingers, her left hand on her in a pose as she stared down at him, knelt down on one knee, a single rose held up in his two hands to her.“King… King… King…” she drawled, taking the rose and sniffing it.“Why do I get a princess crown when you’re King? Why do I not get a crown befitting a queen?”“I am sorry, my queen.” He bowed, “I’ll offer you the best crown made for a queen.”“Okay then.” She said, tucking the rose in her hair, “King Johannson, out of my unfathomable pity and compassion, I agree to go on a date with you this week. You may get up now.”She had already started taking steps back as she spoke. When she finished speaking, she turned around, giggling, and ran away. He chased after her.“You agreed to go a date with me, why are you running?” he shouted, out of breath and laughing as he chased after her.“I’m your queen!” she shouted, glancing behind her to see him already catching up to her. She increased her pace, feeling the thud of her feet on the sand. They were in a park.“I order you to stop chasing… ahhhh!” she shouted as a hand clamped down on her arm and yanked her backwards.They fell unto the sand, she above him. They laughed as she collapsed against his chest, feeling the vibration of his chest as he laughed.“Is this how you treat a girl after asking her out on a date?” she asked, trying to look stern but failing as she looked down at him.“I wouldn’t know.” He replied, smiling up at her, “Since I have never asked any girl before you out on a date.”She couldn’t help the blush that formed on her cheek.“Its just a play date, anyway. Nothing special.” She said quickly, “ but it doesn’t mean you won’t make it look real.”“Okay.” He agreed, still smiling.“I'm serious.” She giggled, “This is both our first date. It has to be super unique.”“Okay.” He agreed again. She wrinkled her nose at him. She didn’t like it when he went all solemn on her. They stared at each other. A deep intense gaze that neither of them could break.Until someone spoke, “Children of nowadays.”She jumped off him, her eyes immediately searching for the person. It was a passer-by that had already moved along.She looked at him, he looked at her. They laughed.“I’m assuming that’s a yes with your smile.” Koty spoke.“Huh?” she blinked confusedly, focusing on his face to see him beaming.She blinked again then her mouth formed into an 'O', remembering his question. She had gotten lost in past memories.“I promise I’ll make it worth it. So your answer is a yes?” he asked hopefully.“Uh…” she looked around then back at him.“Koty…”“I don’t like that tone.” He muttered, his smile disappearing. He looked down at his feet.“Its not that.” She said quickly causing him to look back up at her.“It’s not that I don’t want to go out with you.” She continued, “But it’s a date and me going out with you would be saying there could be more between us and I don’t want that. To be frank, I don’t encourage high school dating; ask my friends. I've never even dated anyone which I’m sure you've noticed and I don’t plan to. I think high school dating, teen dating is just… leads to immoral acts and is just plain useless.”He stared at her.“Is that all?” he asked when he saw she was done.“All?” she questioned, beginning to get uncomfortable with his stares.“Are those your only reasons for not accepting?”His eyes didn’t have any emotion in them and it felt like she was staring into a black fathomless pit. She didn’t let it deter her; anything to make him let go. He would never succeed.“I know you like me.”He scoffed, glancing behind her. “Everybody knows.” He said when he looked back at her.“Yes. I don’t want to raise your hopes up by going on this date with you because it would never get anywhere.”“What if it’s just a friends get out? Go out like two friends and hang out?”“I would have accepted if that was the actual case but we both know it’s not.”“So?” he persisted, regardless, “What if you end up liking me, falling in love with me? Don’t you want to give it a try? Am I that bad?”“No.” she sighed, taking his both palms in hers. He held on to her tightly.“You’re not bad, Koty.” She spoke, looking meaningfully at him, “You are good, you are nice, you are kind, you have a good heart. You are different from your peers. You are not a playboy, you don’t sleep with girls, you don’t get drunk every Friday and have one night stands, you’re not a bully, you treat people like actual human beings and I am honored to have you like me. I really am and if things were different… perhaps, I I might have fallen for you, probably before you even ever liked me but…”“Different? As in? What’s different?” he asked. His eyes were beginning to water and her heart broke. She had no idea he liked her that much.“I can’t tell you but…”“Is it because I am not like them? I am not badass and hot and…”“No.” she cut him off, “If you were like them, you can be rest assured that we wouldn’t have even said two words to each other.”A tear slipped down his face.“But I noticed girls don’t like me, they don’t fight themselves over me or drop tons of love letters in my locker. They always go after Neil and Brandon and…”“If they fight themselves over you and drop tons of love letters in your locker and you get the attention, then what? You'll change your personality just to make yourself feel good with fake pleasures. So you're telling me that you don’t get any love letters at all?”He blushed, “A few.”“A few?”“A good number but that’s not the case. You should see Neil…”“Stop comparing yourself to people.” She snapped, “You’re you, you’re the best of you. Value the people who like you for who you really are. Those girls flocking around Neil and Brandon are only after their money, their looks, their game and what they get on the bed; they don’t actually like them for them. One day, Neil and Brandon would get tired when they realize they have a lot of fakes in their lives, they would start to look for what you have; real friends, a stable life, true love. What they have currently won’t last, can’t you see that? Colton Adams, you are…”She stopped when he began crying. She hugged him. She was sure phones would be out.“I'm sorry.” He whispered, tearily, “I just… I’ve liked you for the longest so it didn’t bother me that I didn’t get a lot of girls. It took me a lot to ask you out and I felt really bad when you rejected. I don’t know how to cope knowing I have nothing to hold on to you with, I don’t know how to let you go and I…”He stopped talking as his sobs increased. She patted his back, feeling bad. She began to wish she felt the same, Koty didn’t deserve this. She began to reconsider her stance, perhaps she could just…Koty began to hiccup.“Are you okay?” she asked as she pulled away from him. He wasn’t hiccupping but panting for breath.“Ye… my….you…”He struggled to talk and breath. She became alarmed, she looked to his friends to see them already running towards her.“Here!” Francis threw something to her. She caught it. An inhaler. She removed the cap , putting it into Koty’s mouth and pressing rapidly.After anxious waiting, he calmed down. He looked terrible.“We’ll take him now.” Francis spoke, pulling Koty up.“Wait!” she shot up from the floor after recovering from the shock.“Avoid him from now on.” Beck warned, as all three of them shot her accusing looks. She glanced at Koty who couldn’t even keep his eyes open.“I’m sorry… I …” she stuttered in confusion.“Just do what I said.” Beck repeated harshly then they walked away. Beck and Francis supporting Koty on either sides. It was then she noticed they had a small audience gathered around, her friends included.She watched helplessly as they moved farther and farther away from her.“Avoid him from now on.” Beck warned, as all three of them shot her accusing looks. She glanced at Koty who couldn’t even keep his eyes open.“I’m sorry… I …” she stuttered in confusion.“Just do what I said.” Beck repeated harshly then they walked away. Beck and Francis supporting Koty on either sides. It was then she noticed they had a small audience gathered around, her friends included.She watched helplessly as they moved farther and farther away from her.*She wasn’t allowed into the clinic where Koty rested; Francis, Beck and Jude made sure of that. She couldn’t concentrate on her books, she avoided her friends perpetual questions and then hurried home immediately the bell rang. Koty was the only thing on her mind, she felt guilty but then she consoled herself with the fact that she had not done anything wrong. She had not known Koty was asthmatic and even if she knew, was she supposed to have accepted his proposal out of pity? Koty didn’t deserve that, he deserved someone
“There’s Koty.” He pointed out.“That’s different. I only felt like giving in out of pity.”“Glad you've figured that out.”“And besides he’s just one guy.”He nodded.“We'll just get married to each other.” He said after a while.She chuckled, “That sounds nice. Our kids will have your eyes.”“I’m joking.”“I’m not.”“I’m not.”They burst out laughing.*King looked back as the train began moving. He watched as she became smaller and smaller until he could see her no more then he turned around and looked ahead. He adjusted his bag to his other shoulder when he noticed it was inconveniencing the old woman sitted next to him and then he leaned back into his seat and immersed himself in thoughts of her; his best friend, Joan Michaels. She was always on his mind. He had teased her about thinking of him always but he was also guilty of that. She was not exactly the first thing he thought of when he woke and the last thing he thought before he slept but she was constantly on h
She would pet him and clean his wounds and then send him back with a kiss; so that every time, no matter the injuries he sustained on his body, his soul wasn’t broken. He still felt happy, like a normal eighteen year old adult living a normal life with the best friend he loved.*Joan stood in front of the school's clinic door, glaring at it. Koty was in there and also his latest bodyguards; Francis, Beck and Jude. Koty was fine, he had come to the clinic for something and she found out and followed him. She had to speak to him whether his friends wanted her to or not; they weren’t his parents.The door opened and Beck stepped out first. His calm look changed to an accusing one when his eyes met hers and he glared daggers at her, stopping his movement.“I have to speak to him.” She spoke regardless, arms folded. It seemed like Koty was directly behind him because he turned back and said,“Colton, no. You’re not speaking to this girl.”“This girl has a name.” she interrupted rudely
She wanted to enjoy a father's love too like Sisi.She wanted to have grand parents and grand relatives, uncle’s and aunts and nieces and nephews that came over for Christmas and thanksgiving like Selena. If possible, she wanted to have little siblings too like Keisha.She would ask her mother when she returned. She would find out why they always lived alone and what secrets her mother guarded so carefully and then she would unravel them ,one after the other.She would find her family.*Her mother stared at her in shock. Her mouth hung open, her bag that she had wanted to place on the kitchen counter hung in mid air and her lashes batted repeatedly over her eyes that seemed like it would pop out any moment.Emotions flitted quickly across her mother’s eyes. There was worry, pain, regret and another emotion that got Joan curious, fear. Why would her mother be afraid?“Mum?” she called and Mrs. Michaels snapped back to reality, her expression becoming masked. She shut her mouth
“I am sorry.” He said finally, letting out a long sigh, “I just… don’t worry so much about me. I can take care of myself.”“I know, you are a big boy. It’s because I care about you that I worry about you.”“I care about you too, you know.”“I know.”A pause.“I'll see you later.” He said and the call ended.She lay back on the bed and shut her eyes.*King stared at the phone in his hands. He wished he could see her.“Hey, you want one?”He looked up to see Jack standing a few feet away from him, smoking a cigarette.Jack was an acquaintance from school. He had invited him to hang out with him and his friends and he had agreed, to avoid going home.He was now in one of their houses, in the living room but he had left to go outside when Joan called. Thankfully, she didn’t hear the music.“No, thank you.” He smiled, leaning off the wall, going back to the house.“Who were you talking to? Some whore?” He glanced back to see Jack following after him.“You can hook me up.”
“King?” she whispered, turning around and there he was in all his glory.She cried out as a heavy load lifted off her chest and she didn’t hesitate to run into his open arms.“You scared me, King! Stop doing that!” she exclaimed, hitting his back.He hissed in pain and she quickly let him go, examining his features.“Did he hit you?” she asked though she already knew the answer. There were no new bruises on his face, just the old ones that were almost done healing but the scars… she would have to get something for that.“Yeah” he muttered, “And then someone else.”*He woke up to see himself tied up, his hands and feet. He pulled against the ropes, they were too tight. He looked around the brightly lit room. It was someone’s bedroom, a male and recently used noticeable by the unmade bed and the clothes strewn around. He sighed, laying his head back on the floor.He should never have agreed to hang out with Jack. He had agreed mainly because he didn’t want to be tempted to go ov
“Hey! Are you okay!?”He stood up, looking behind just in time to see the door slam shut then he looked to the direction where the female voice had come from. A woman likely in her late fourties and a girl, about his age, stood staring at him from the opposite lawn. He bent his head, throwing his hoodie cap over it and then he walked away quickly.*King watched Joan while she stared at him dumbly from the bed where she sat cross-legged while he leaned against her desk. Her head was tilted to the side a little, her lids blinking continuously. He had just finished narrating his tale to her. He had told her everything, everything but the note he found in his pocket and the person who had been trailing him on his way to her home.Her blinking stopped and she straightened, her features going blank.“I…” she started, pushing her braids back. He liked it when she did that.“I don’t know what to say.” She spoke, “You just got yourself in big trouble.” She added, her eyes clouding with w
“You don’t have to.” She told him.“I told you it’s not because I don’t want you to see it.”She stared at him for some time before moving closer to the bed and getting in it. She moved behind him. A gasp escaped her mouth and then she placed a hand on his back. He stiffened.*Joan’s fingers trailed down King’s back. So much bruises. There was the indentation of a fist at the upper part of his back, just on the slope of his back right under his neck. The person must have hit really hard.He suffered too much, too much and yet he was always happy, that cheerfulness in him even when he was angry, hurt or sad was always there. She admired that.If she had to be honest with herself, she would say she admired King, looked up to him. He was always full of surprises, charming her out of her wits. He wasn’t only a best friend to her, he was a brother; sometimes older, sometimes younger; he was a crush, in the sense that she admired him; even a father; when he went all responsible and
She stood stiff and rigid, even her breathing was controlled. His hand ran through her straightened hair."I'm sorry, Bernadette, I'm sorry. I'm here, you can lean on me. I'm sorry."She tried to pull away but he held her back so she stayed cold. Vincent and Frederico watched with narrowed eyes.*"The PDA can be saved for later. We have a brother in surgery." A cold voice cut through the moment. She jumped away from Merlione, looking guilty and nervous as a drenched fish."Vincent," She called in greeting, trying to match his cold look. He eyed her up, also Merlione who came to stand protectively by her side.She wondered why she felt so nervous and guilty. Perhaps because she knew she needed the approval of King's family.Frederico stepped forward, looking unbothered. "We heard the news. What happened?""He called me," she answered smartly, "he called me just before he lost consciousness.""How did you know where he stays?""He told me." She was less nervous now but there was someth
She laid her head on his shoulder and let him tell her about work and his life for the past nine years while sharing one large can of soda then they ran around and played like little children, using the swings and involving in a sand castle competition with the other children.It was exactly what they needed in their too-careful world.*Frederico puffed on a cigarette, lost in thought. He was surrounded by loud music and intoxicated people but none of the senseless activities going on around him registered in his head. Only one thought did.He had to get rid of King Johannson.Either he did that or he risked being killed. Who else would have the audacity to kill Luca? And motive? There was also Vincent. He sure as hell was a suspect but all fingers pointed to King. It wasn't a coincidence that Luca was murdered during the same period the girl King loved was getting hooked.He took another long drag and stubbed out the rest. It was Luca first, soon it would be him. It was Luca's fault
The problem was that he just couldn't accept the reality that she wasn't his any longer. It felt unreal.He clicked the call icon. Still, he wouldn't leave her. If he ever left her, it would be because she asked him to.Switched off. He dialed her line again. Switched off. Third time. Switched off. He ran a hand down his face.*Isla knocked on Vincent's front door."Tommy, Tommy" She cooed when Thomas answered the door."Thomas, how many times have I warned you to stop answering the door!?" Charlene shouted from somewhere inside."Calm down, Char," She chuckled, entering the lavender-scented home."Nice morning, Aunt Isla," Thomas greeted respectfully, seemingly oblivious to his mum's worries. She laughed, ruffling his hair then stuffed a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He beamed."Buy as many chocolates as you want, ok?" She whispered, ruffling his hair one last time before going into the kitchen where Charlene was."Oh, my love," She cooed, seeing the five-month-old baby in a movi
She threw her phone aside with a satisfied smirk, "he asked for it. Imagine telling me to apologize after openly stating he didn't take it to heart. A hypocrite, that's what he is."Joan didn't know whether to laugh or cry."Yes, he said he doesn't mind but it is only normal for you to apologize when you do something wrong to show you are truly sorry.""Well, that should be my choice, not his." She stubbornly refused.Joan raised her hands and dropped them in resignation."Good riddance," Isla whispered.*"You were out all day."Were the first words she heard upon entering the house at about 7 pm."Yes. I'm home early. Is there a problem?" He was at the foot of the stairs. He looked sad and beaten but he was one hell of a good actor."Sorry," She changed tactics, putting on a smile, forcing ill feelings out of her heart, "good evening. How was your day?""It was trashy and boring without you," He replied in a monotone, "I went out to see my family when you left for Church and I got
"Thank God, he's gone." Isla sighed with contagious relief."Nah," Joan shook her head, "you get his phone number and talk to him."Isla's eyes widened, "How am I supposed to do that? He's obviously in a rush. Why else will he get takeout?""I'll get it for you.""How?"*Just nice, she was called three days later."It has been confirmed," James spoke, the smiling man she met at the restaurant gone, "Fr. Greg wasn't the chief celebrant at your wedding."She wasn't surprised. "Then who was?"They were all present as three days before, including James' secretary and the Priest who had never uttered a word other than a quiet greeting.He showed her a photo."After going through the footage of that day, the day before, and the day after, we suspect this man as the culprit. He has never been seen in the Church before that day. He was seen entering the Sacristy just seconds after Fr. Greg did but he was never seen coming out. Upon closer inspection..." He showed her another photo. It was a
She thought of going to see King but the memory of Vincent's cold face crossed out the thought. She visited Isla instead.*"Surprise, surprise." Isla's eyes were wide as she ushered her into her modest penthouse in the early afternoon of a Monday. The house was pretty small but comfy. A set of mismatched couches in the middle, an eating area to the right, a TV at the center, a few flowers in antique vases kept at strategic corners, and a treadmill close to a door she assumed led to the room."I checked you at work but I was told you wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week. Is there a problem?"Isla laughed, passing her a glass of water after she sat on one of the couches, "Must there be a problem?""No, but one doesn't just take a leave from work, do they?"Isla wrinkled her nose. She looked pretty. Her long red hair was now shoulder length and she looked very relaxed at home in pajama shorts and a too baggy T-shirt."Ok," She plopped down beside her and tucked her legs in, "I
"There's something else. Your father...""Sold me off? I know that. I received documents today that stated I'm no longer enslaved to them and neither are you and I under any threat. I'm simply just married to him with the condition that I can never divorce him.""Like you would ever." He scoffed.She smiled. Patience, King, patience; I'm coming for you.*She posed and smiled the brightest as the media drowned them with camera flashes and endless questions. Her arm in Merlione's, he led her carefully through the sea of paparazzi and important figures to the hall where the business dinner was being held. It was a week since their wedding.The expensively decorated eating area was to the right while the guests milled about on the left, greeting each other and making business friendships. The first eyes she made contact with were that of King's. He was invited, along with Frederico.He was chatting with an older man. A stinkingly rich one, she realized, seeing his face. She couldn't reme
"Ok, but I'll like to remind you that until this case is resolved, you are still, as it is, married to Merlione Fritzgerald and it is holy that you remain faithful to your vows."She smiled, "Yes, Father."He rose. She did too."You don't mind if I pray for you?"*She returned to her current temporal house, as she chose to call it, after spending some time in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel. She put on her nicest dress, applied makeup which she seldomly did, wore her best heels, and styled her hair until she looked the part of a queen.She sat in the living room and waited for Merlione to return. Once he walked through the front door, she stood and made to walk past him. He grabbed unto her arm."Where are you going dressed like this?"★Merlione's mouth dropped open at the sight of Bernadette. She looked... beautiful was an understatement. He wasn't sure he had ever seen her dress so much. He snapped back to his senses as she walked past, her rosy perfume tickling his nostrils. He grab
She always swallowed everything in and cried till her body was drained of fluid then she got up and pretended everything was fine.She looked up to Heaven and vowed. Even if it was the last thing she did, she'll fight for her and King's freedom.Making that decision, she got off the floor with a smile. The Fritzgeralds family had it coming.*"I told you; I told you! I warned you not to add that in the agreement yet you did. Look at the outcome now!" Merlione hollered, in front of his aunt and uncle."Stop being such a kid," Josephine snapped, "do you really think she'll never divorce you? Don't believe her religious crap.""Well, yes, I believe her. That's why they fought so hard so we'll never get married.""But you're married now," His uncle, Steve, reminded him.He fought the smile that forced its way up his face. He sighed, taking a seat on a side stool."I hate that I had to use such methods to get her. It's annoying seeing the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me which i