Henry insists to drive the car to Mrs. Aston's wake since he hates the way Nathan do it.
"So, you think Andy and Kimberly are cheating on you?" Henry tries his best to be more of a good listener.
"I don't know what else to think Henry." Nathan speak softly, he was so confused, broken, depress.
"You don't know... why?"
"C'mon Henry...isn't everything was damn frustrating!" he raised his voice impatiently.
"Your uncontrolled temper, quick change of moods, the narrow-mindedness...all of it, brought you this trouble! And worse...you had a wife; a pregnant wife involves!" even Henry raised his voice and took a deep sighed before he continues. "How long will you be like this Nathan? You had a wonderful, innocent, young lovely wife like what Lorraine said... what else do you want?" Henry shakes his head in disapproval.
"You knew very well how much I love her...I did everything I can for her to appreciate our honeymoon. I brought her to Japan, to Pa
When they arrived, Nathan has to meet someone at the information first while Henry decided to go upstairs. Inside Kimberly's room he met Andy and its immeasurable wrath, staring on his sister's wounded body."W-H-Y?!? Why did he do this!?" he shouted."Andy___" Henry tried to calm him."Where is he?! Where is he?!" he keeps on shouting."Andy calm down..." Doctor Rebecca was already there too."How could he hurt Kimberly... she's pregnant... for goddamn sake!" Andy speaks with gritted teeth."Nathan told me about this woman who approached him last Friday, he doesn't remember the name... but he says that she's your girlfriend..." Henry explained."What?!" Andy was shocked."And what does that woman supposed to do in this situation?" Mr. Conner asked but before anyone can speak, Nathan comes in."YOU, MONSTER!?!!" Andy shouted and ready to beat Nathan, but Henry gets in the way. "Andy calm down... let's talk this over..."
"Wait! This is getting on my nerves." Mr. Conner was a bit impatient. "There's something here that we don't know and you two can't tell me... so I think I just have to find it myself. But for now, all I want here is for Kimberly and her children to be safe. And for my son, Nathan, well obviously, his attitudes are something to be worried. I will suggest checking a psychiatrist for him." Mr. Conner specified."Uncle, there's no need for that. He didn't do that on purpose and right now Nathan feels more pain than any of us!" Henry disapproved."I told you Nielsen..." Mrs. Conner interrupts."Henry... look at this point... being jealous is not a valid reason to almost kill your wife!" But Mr. Conner was determined."The woman he met..." Henry started freezing everyone while waiting for his next word. "Give him these." he handed them the pictures. "While you and Kimberly were at the park, and as he describes, sweet moment." he look at Andy."How could
Since that summer has officially begun, it should not come as a surprise that the night was burning and humid. A public establishment, one of the most diverting spots in the city's midst, where everybody was on fire while wearing a devil smile. Everyone wishes they could experience something remarkable at midnight. A location with lights that flash on and off and music that is really loud and bizarre. And the entire crowd became energized, rowdy, and full of eager dancers. They move their bodies in rhythmic waves and grooves as if there is no tomorrow.When the disk jockey switches to more seductive and relaxing music, everyone suddenly begins to dance together in close quarters. The man quickly wraps his hands around the girl's waist and pulls her closer to his own body. It's almost as if he's taking ownership of her while his hand rummages around on her body. His lips moved fast over hers as he kissed her hastily while he was overcome with lust.In addition, as the intensity of the
Kimberly was ready to go when she had second thoughts inquiring about the arrogant man's condition, which led her closer to the bed. Before she begins speaking, she takes a few deep breaths to compose herself."Mr., Are you sure you're all right?" She repeated her question to the man but received no response, so she left out the room."Excuse me, Sir, where can I get a ride to the Subway?" She approached the security personnel to whom the man was talking earlier."Subway? But it's already late, Lady, it would take you four hours journey to go there, and there's no car available here." He replied courteously."What about taxis? Is it possible for you to call me a cab, please?" She insists."The shuttle will be available at five tomorrow morning and take you outside the villa, where you can get a ride to the taxi station, but if it is important, why don't you ask Mr. Conner to give you a ride?" He suggested that she let out a long sigh."I'm sorry, Madam." He apologized."That's okay, t
As the sun had risen, the man woke up with a severe headache. Suddenly, he realized he was not in his room. He shut his eyes again, striving to recollect the previous night's events. He blinked his eyes for quite some time and cautiously got out of bed upon realizing he was naked. The man recalled having sex last night, but his partner wasn't there, which he didn't bother because he was used to doing things like this. However, as he drew the blanket, the bloodstain on the bedsheet shocked him. "Could it possibly be?" He uttered, and shame rushed over him as he remembered the young lady's horrified face. He walked to the bathroom and had a quick shower, and as the water poured on his body, he felt regretful. "Perhaps it was her first," he mumbled as he thought about her. "Oh, fuck! I was so drunk that I didn't notice!" he hit the wall out of frustration. "What the hell was she doing at the bar? Is she a prostitute for real?" He thought about it some more. "Please, Mr., there's a mist
It was another long, exhausting, hard-working day, yet he still managed to visit the bar where he met her. Unfortunately, he was unlucky since she did not come up in the evening. He returned to the bar every night, hoping to see her again until he chose another woman from whom he planned to obtain information. But unlike the lady he was looking for, the woman, whose age was the same as him, was very aggressive, seductive, and well-experienced. "You appear to be quite hot!" He smirked, but in the back of his mind, he knew it would be an ordinary night with another cheap woman, a small piece of contentment but not satisfaction. "How long have you been a bar?" He inquired after their first round. "Why?" The woman scoffed. "Do you know all the waitresses?" He persisted. "Like all of them? Of course I do. I'm a pioneer. I must know who comes in and out! That's business!" "So, maybe you know someone. She had this long, curly brown hair, a little fair, and she was, I think, about twenty
It had been a month since he met Kimberly, and he was still trying and hoping to see her at the bar again. It was a gloomy night with heavy rain, and nobody could tell why, in the middle of the summer season, it was raining like that. And nobody could tell if maybe his long wait was over as he parked the car in front of the bar. A group of fellow young men was enjoying the rain together with a girl so familiar with him. He watched them closely until one of the guys pushed the girl as she remained in front of the car door. Then the guy got mad and used force to rip her blouse and kiss her aggressively while the others were clapping their hands, shouting, and slamming the car roof. They were enjoying the scene, so he exited the car to stop them. "What's happening there?" He shouted and walked towards them. Kimberly was shocked to see his face, and her eyes widened with fear. "What do you want?" The guy asked while holding Kimberly's arm hard. "Let go of the girl!" He warned. "She's a
They both have different thoughts as they make love. The rain continued, and the falling water on the roof sounded like their falling hopes for each other. Kimberly grabbed the blanket and moved to the other side of the bed. She turned back at him, who was still awake, watching her. Then he spoke. "Tell me, how many customers do you have every night?" He seriously asked. "Why?" She softly answered without making any move. "I just want to know." He replied, and she turned to face him. "Honestly, I need ten or more customers every night, but I can't do it." She answered with her eyes on her hands while gripping the blanket. "Some people at the bar encourage me. As long as I do these, I can get used to these like nothing happens every night." She paused a little. "But I really can't." She continued bitterly. "But you have to. Why?" He asked once again. "I need a lot of money, as much as I can earn it." She said softly. "So you are doing these only for money?" "Yes, I guess I am."