Gone Mad

Andrius took her upstairs, gently guiding her as her knees started to tremble. Her vision got blurry as tears started to wrap around her listless eyes.

“I won’t ask you if you’re okay when I obviously see that you’re not,” he started when he closed the door and face her. He’s holding her hand and looked into her eyes, trying to meet her gaze, but she bowed down to avoid it.

“Dylan is always like that, and I hate it that Beatrice seems to told them—”

She looked up, “about my recent job? Well, your brother was right. I’m a stripper and a stripper like me will never be fated to be in love—to experience love. We’re just—”

Andrius cupped her face and let her look at him. “Look, why do you need to bother with what they say? Why don’t you just show them and prove to them that it is wrong to judge you.”

“How am I supposed to be unbothered with those things, Andrius? How?” she asked, frustratingly as she stepped backward. “You were right! No matter how I dress, no matter how I try to be your ideal girl, in other people's eyes… I’m just a stripper. A fucking whore!”

Andrius steps forward and tries to hold her, but she stepped back. “I love you, Sam. It’s all that matters. I accepted you wholeheartedly and if only I can teach my fucking heart not to love you, I will. But no, Sam. I can’t just forget and let you go! I just can’t stop my goddamn heart to unlove you. Because when I tried… I’m just setting my life into a nightmare. I love you, Sam. Please, have confidence, and trust me,” he said, pleading. They say it’s gay when a man shed a tear, but damn he can’t just stop himself to sympathize with Sam, who’s been looking for herself as a low-class woman.

The woman was pure, not until he got her. He was her first.

“Please, Sam. Don’t let other people's opinions hurt you. Don’t ever try to lose your confidence and I know you respect yourself as much as I respected you. Babe…”

Samantha doesn’t know why she needs to be an idiotic woman. She learned to be independent at a such young age, yet she’s letting a simple judgment demoralize her.

She shook her head, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, sorry,” she said and covered her face with her palms. At that moment Andrius approached her and hugged her tightly. She made him unhappy. She saw the tear fall from his eyes. “I’m sorry…” she keeps on saying to him.

He caresses her back as he tried to calm her. How shameless she could be.

“I love you, Sam. And even if others disrespect you, you have me.” His words tainted her mind and her heart which makes her cry even more.

She let all the pain and humiliation she got from the beginning, crying, leaning on the man’s shoulder.

When she calms, they sat down in bed. Andrius held her hands and presses them. “Forget about Dylan, all right?” he asked, and she was weak to respond, she just nodded. “Even I, hate him.”

“What about your parents?”

“They will like you,” he said and smiled.

“You think so?” There’s still doubt in her mind. As to how his mother examined her, it seems as if the old woman felt disgusted with her. She’s not being judgmental, but she knew how a woman like Andrius's mother thinks about them—strippers. It’s just that maybe she doesn’t want to humiliate her in front of Andrius and Dylan just did it for her.

“Ever since, mom never contradict my decisions in life. So, whomever I love or marry, it doesn’t matter to them. Besides, I’m not a kid anymore, I can even make my own kid with you.”

She blushed and slapped his hand gently. “Fucker.”

Amusement lit Andrius's eyes, “do you want me to show you? We can do it now. How many kids do you—”

“Andrius!”

The man chuckled seems like he finds her funny. “Oh, baby, how cute you could be and how can I resist you, hmmm… then your lower flesh was tempting me.” He looked at her exposed legs.

“Stupid!” she said and pushed the man which makes the latter fall.

“Damn!” the man cursed as he got up.

She raised her brow and crossed her arms, “it’s your fault.”

Andrius just shook his head. “So, are you okay now? Can we take a nap? Maybe we could just have dinner in bed, what d’ya think?”

“You won’t stop thinking and telling naughty things, won’t you?”

He tugged her and they landed on the soft bed. Their eyes met. Their faces are just inches away. A warm feeling started to arouse in her as she feels his breath. “I won’t,” he said and the next thing she knew, their lips met. They started to share a soulful kiss and his hand started to roam on her back.

He was about to touch her pile when they heard a knock outside the door. She pushed him away, and again, Andrius fell from the bed which makes him curse, “fuck!”

She shook her head and let out a soft chuckle.

The man marched towards the door, and she even felt how frustrated he was. She looked at the ceiling and heaved a deep sigh. Seems she needs to be tough in any circumstances.

She got up. “What was that?” she asked when Andrius closes the door.

“They’re calling for dinner. They’re calling us when they said we should take a nap… what’s wrong with those people?” He shook his head and walked towards the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

The man stopped and grinned at her. “Bathroom, I need to calm my buddy.”

She laughed.

“Funny? You did this,” he said. He opened the bathroom door and slam it when he got in.

ANDRIUS and Samantha joined over the dinner, but they never came across Dylan again. Seems like the latter doesn’t like her. And all she must do is ignore it. Andrius was right, she must not let anyone hurt her. But she’s still a human who has a soft-hearted heart that she got sensitive to people’s judgment. Though she put in her mind that those opinions will make her tough.

Things came uncontrolled when people started to judge but it’s up to her how to handle it. She has Andrius and the man loves her, it’s all that matters. She needs to be sturdy.

The next day, Andrius's family was all busy with the preparation for his mother’s birthday. Andrius's family was born rich and can afford whatever they want. His family accommodated a hotel for the party. Maybe that’s why they seem to loathe people like her who work in a disgusted manner.

It’s five in the afternoon when they arrive at the hotel. Every guest has their own hotel number and rooms. The party will start at eight and they still have time to prepare.

“Am I going to call a makeup artist?” Andrius asked as he took off his shirt… then his pants…

She frowned, “do you plan to throw a burlesque show in front of me?” she asked. It’s because Andrius only leave his boxer on.

He smirked, “Do you want me?”

She grabbed the pillow and throw it at him which the latter immediately caught.

“You know what, babe, we almost did it—scratched that, we already did it. And you’re still acting like you don’t want my shaft delved—”

She squealed, “shut up!”

Andrius approached her and pulled her, which he always does… and they landed on the bed. Some strands of her hair covered her face, and the man gently parted her hair on one side. “Babe…” he whispered, “you’ve been making my buddy hard for days and you know it’s hard for me to control—” A slap stops him.

“Whoa, sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you hard,” she apologized as she stood up.

Andrius closes his eyes, and he clenched his jaw, trying to calm himself.

God knows that she didn’t mean it to be that hard.

The man remained silent and never make a move in a minute. He opens his eyes. “Sam…” he said as he tries to suppress his anger. Ever since he was young, he doesn’t want anyone to slap him. He just hated it. But it’s her girlfriend who did it again. He knew that he needs to control himself. Even if she said that she didn’t mean to, it’s still a slap.

He slowly got up and never threw a glance at her. He walked towards the bathroom and have a cold shower to calm himself.

After a couple of minutes, when he exited the bathroom, he saw Samantha lying on the bed, sleeping. He heaved a deep breath as he sat down on the side of the bed. He stared at the angelic face of the woman and unconsciously raises his left hand and caresses her left cheek gently. She moaned and moved in the other direction. He sighed.

The woman never fails to amuse him by showing her uncertain actions. He shook his head and wear his clothes.

He will just wake her up later, seems she was tired and need to take a nap.

“HEY, Andrius!” Dylan exclaimed when they meet in the hallway of the hotel. He decided to go down to look if the preparation is done or what help he can render. He put his hands inside his pocket and ignore his older brother.

Dylan equaled his pace as he climbed down. They were just on the second floor of the hotel, and he decided to take the stairs rather than the elevator.

“So… where’s your stripper—”

He didn’t let Dylan finish his words when he swiftly grabbed his brother on the collar and looked at him, intently. As Andrius was taller than his brother, he just easily pushed him and pinned him on the stair railings. “Don’t test my patience, Dylan,” he warned. But Dylan is always Dylan—the type of man who’s obstinate. Consequently, he will never stop not until he got what he wants or what to do. Dylan chortled.

Andrius gripped his brother, tightened, and his sight darkened, his hand slowly travels into his brother’s neck and all he ever wanted is to strangle him.

“Andrius!” a scream put him back to his senses and he let go of his brother who was gasping for air.

“What’s wrong with you?” his sister, Athena asked as she approaches Dylan.

Andrius never utters a word and just left.