Similarly, Sia was in such a condition where her mental health was critical. She used to harm herself every day with sharp things, sometimes banging her head on the wall. Her dad was really worried and heartbroken whenever she has this episode. However, she did not care.
She didn’t respond to her dad’s talk and acts. Because of her this condition, Mr. David even thought of committing suicide but couldn’t only because of her daughter’s love.
One day, Sia’s dad came to know that Tom was responsible for this outcome by his friends.
Tom’s friends couldn’t hide this and all their misbehavior towards Sia. Mr. David was furious when he learned about this.
Mr. David reacted violently to it and sued the people who hurt her daughter to be able to seek justice for Sia, which was successful.
However, the only person that Mr. David really felt bad for aside from Sia was Joe, his best friend.
He felt regretful for
“Wow, sweetheart, you look stunning. When did you get that?” Jonah asks his wife, Maya, who is standing in front of the dressing mirror doing the final touches of her make-up.She is wearing a short blue backless flare dress, silver stilettos, a silver bracelet, and earrings. Her long black hair is in a loose wave style, and wow! She looks stunning.“Well, darling, it’s our night, right? Of course, I have to look good for you. You look good yourself,” Maya says, turning to face her husband. She rests her arms on his shoulders and places a kiss on his lips.Jonah is wearing a pair of blue, khaki pants, a white tee-shirt, and a Nike long-sleeved jacket.“Come on now, sweetheart. We don’t want to be late,” Jonah says, pulling the pack.“Darling, can you do me a favor before we go?” Maya asks seductively.“Yeah, sure, what is it?”“Uhm, I have been looking forwa
“Babe, it would be my pleasure to introduce Ashley. You already know Mark, right? This is his beautiful wife.” Paul says to his wife, Nancy, who is standing next to him, holding her purse on her thighs using both hands.“Hello. I am Nancy, Paul has said so many wonderful things about you, and I was dying for this day to come.” Nancy says, stretching out her hand in front of Ashley.“Nice to meet you, Nancy. That’s a beautiful name.” Ashley says, shaking Nancy’s hand. She gestures them to the living room, where they all go. Ashley closes the door behind her and goes to the kitchen, where Nancy joins her a few minutes.“So, how long have you two been married?” Ashley asks after a moment of silence.“Two years. Marriage was all fun at first with everyday sex and cuddling, but it has become the kind of a usual thing, so we figured trying something new would be a great idea.” Nancy answers
“Am so sorry, doctor. Am I too late for my appointment?” Terresa asks the middle-aged doctor seated behind his desk, scrolling his phone.Teresa is a 25years old lady who has been married for one and a half years. She is a beautiful blonde with an hourglass shape and about 5.3 feet tall. She had an appointment with a gynecologist who would hopefully help her so she can have children.“No problem. You are in luck because you are the only patient I am serving today. “The doctor says, placing his phone on his desk.“Wow! I am so glad to hear that. My name is Teresa by the way,” She says, stretching out her arm to the doctor for a handshake.“Phillip. Please, have a sit.” The doctor says, shaking her hand and gesturing her to the chair using his other hand.“So, what can I do for you?” Phillip asks after the handshake as Teresa is sitting.“See, doctor, my husband and I have been
The sound of the Piano was the only thing that interrupted the silence in Gloria’s great house, great concerts that would gladden the heart of anyone were played in that place daily. At the same time, she polished her skills without anyone hearing her. Gloria was known as the goddess of the Piano. A nickname that she had earned through her sweat and talent during the forty years of her life.Now she was respected and known in all areas of music in her country. This made her happy, but in the loneliness of her house in a small town removed from the city's hustle and bustle, Gloria lamented the loneliness she felt.She had dedicated her entire life to the Piano, as a passion as an obsession that gave her great achievements, but now when her loneliness attacked her, she wished she could have someone to take refuge from it. However, she was alone.The phone rang in that huge house.“Good morning, Gloria, speaking,” Gloria calmly answered. Sh
Gloria was still a little stunned. She was waiting for a young man but what was in front of her was a firm and adult man.Now she was interested. Gloria was wondering, how a man, who looked like he already has already part of the workforce and a professional at that, was trying to learn from her.Well, my fees are not cheap, so it’s not so bad, Gloria thought to herself. She also knew everyone has their own story. It was also not her business to know his reason, after all, she would just teach him piano then they would part ways later.She looked at him again, and with a sigh, she opened the way to let him in. They both walked calmly, and Jacob looked at the multiple photos posted on the wall of the woman's successful career in front of him.“Wow! You are really amazing!” He said, genuinely admiring all the achievements Gloria had.“Flattering won’t do you any good, Jacob. If you want my help, you will have to
“That was just a coincidence, Gloria!” Gloria has repeated over and over again during the day. It was a great struggle for her really talk further with Jake earlier, so she asked him to leave when she pretended to be not feeling well.Well, it was not entirely a lie. Because the only time she was not feeling well was when he was around.What had happened earlier to her, was a big puzzle. Despite her trying to keep repeating to herself that it was a coincidence, she still could not help but wonder. It was baffling to her in such a way that she did not want to accept that the way that man had played had led her to feel that strange and inexplicable desire.It was just a coincidence, so drop it, Gloria reprimanded herself silently.It had to be because forty years of her life had passed without any kind of outbursts even remotely similar to that. How is it possible that at this moment that Jake's children that she did not even know could
Gloria wanted to refuse, but her fantasy appeared in her mind in an instant. Her words froze as she was not sure what to say and not look like she was stupid.Jake looked at her expression and smiled persuasively. He must have thought that she was being paranoid.“Relax, I am a nurse, and I know physiotherapy, and I have studied in chiropractic. I have experience with muscle injuries. Would you let me check?” He asked patiently like it was the most normal thing for him to do.Gloria looked at him with some confusion, she didn't know what to do, and she was afraid that his touch would harbor her in that fantasy again, but in the situation, she was in, there was nothing else to do but nod.Jake took her body gently and guided her slowly to place her face down on the sofa, and she breathed with difficulty in anticipation of the touch of Jake, who spoke calmly, “I have to see if you have a damaged disc, or is it merely muscular. I&rsqu
Night fell quickly, they both listened to music, and Jake tried to calm Gloria’s back pain. She felt his touch and thought of all the things he could do. While he focused on his action, a question was asked in the mind of glory.If he did not command her to just stay put and rest, Gloria was already making dinner by then. Thankfully there was some leftover and canned food. After all, one could not easily order pizza at this time. The storm was still ongoing after all.“Henry told me that you saved his life. Was he referring to something like this?” Gloria asked curiously. She was more comfortable in his presence now. Now, he felt bad for treating the other unkindly just because he was part of his dirty imaginations. She was really unfair towards him.Jake smirked at the statement and said wistfully, “Not exactly. He exaggerates a bit with respect to what I did for him.”She turned her head, and a hint of pain appeared on her
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder