DARLENEFrederick Mckenzie was standing before me and I was so torn into confusion.The moment I saw my eyes on him, a series of flashbacks barged into my head, but all that made sense was me on the shoulder of a stranger who carried me around at will. That was it.Could he have been the stranger?I remembered very well that this stranger had very, very—"—Dark hair." I said as I noticed the colours and streaks of jet black and dark brown on Frederick's hair. "Dark hair?"I stared at him in thorough confusion, tilting my head to look at him properly as though I may have been seeing it wrongly.I remembered that he had strawberry blonde hair, the very kind that made it difficult for me to even look at him more than once. Not because he wasn't handsome. But because that tone of hair was very sharp, too sharp, to the point it made me wince everytime that I looked at him even.I remembered that I had even voiced it out to him the last time we spoke.Frederick straightened up his posture,
DARLENEI hadn't realized how long I had even spent there in the shower until I came out and it was already looking so bright outside.I remember vividly that it was still early hours of the morning that I had gotten in, do early that it was still even a bit dark outside and here I was, stepping out when the morning sun was already brightly shining everywhere.Shower time had always been this way for me because as far as I can remember, that was the only time that I seemed to get the kind of peace that I was always looking for. It gave me some time to think and reflect and just, well, relax, as the hit trickles of shower water were running down my body and warming me up, little by little.I guess, once again, I must have forgotten myself.Only in Frederick's house.For some reason, a part of me felt like all these was a but not decent, but I had to make myself feel better by coming to terms with the fact that, well, nothing major has actually happened. It was only Frederick being a ge
DARLENEThe car ride with Frederick was quiet.This was a bit weird having that a man like Frederick was not one to be a quiet person, and I wondered to myself just why he had not said a word since we got into the car for him to drive me back to the mansion.Granted, he was a nice guy. With the way he occasionally glanced at me as he five and shot me quick and comforting smiles, I was able to tell that he was gentleman enough to realize that the quiet atmosphere was in the slightest, awkward.It was still early in the morning and traffic was forgiving. The road was smooth and at some points, it seemed like it was just us on the road and if we shared with other cars, they were not more than one at a time. It had been long since I had a ride as quiet and as calm as this. I mean, it was awkward that neither me or Frederick had said a word to each other, but I did not feel uncomfortable.And out of the blue, in the middle of the ride, Frederick popped me a question."Are you happy?"I was
DARLENEThere were a number ofthroghts going around in my head in circles as I made my way into the Mansion.Frederick had driven away the very moment that he had assured I had stepped in. I could not help it however, the way I subconsciously kept turning my head to look back at Frederick who had dropped me off. I was not even sure why but I just kept glancing back at him occasionally, and all the while, his voice kept replaying in my head, reminding me of all he told me, all that we had talked about in the car.Frederick was a smart guy. Even though he was one to joke around a lot and play like a child, act like a child, he did not quite have the intellectual capacity of a child. He was quite intelligent, more intelligent than what he pulled off at first impression.And he was kinda right.I started to feel like I was being a bit too harsh on Alexander. Granted he lies to me. What he did was inexcusable. But if I was being honest, it did not seem like this marriage thing was in any o
DARLENEMy legs raced on it's own accord, pacing after Alexander who was storming off in a rage that I could not comprehend.Without even closing the Master's bedroom door behind me,I breezed out and screamed out to the hallway and at his back, with all my might."What the hell is wrong with you?!"In a switft flash, he spurn around to face me with a glare harder than I had ever seen it before."What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you, Darlene?!" He shouted right back at me, his voice came as thunder and resounded, practically reverberated around the ends of the hallway, and my reflex to such a shocking stimuli was simple — I shut up.Alexander was angry. And I mean, livid. I didn't understand why. His eyes were blazing with a fire that I had never seen before and his body shook slightly as he walked toward me in a maddening fit of fury. I had never see him this angry before. Subconsciously, my feet were stepping back, foot by foot, as he made his way towards me."One morning,"
ALEXANDERIt felt like a dream, having her back in my arms. I held her and kissed her. It was the first time, but it felt like the last. The way out passion entangled with one another as her lips found mine back, kissing me back.With my hands cupped around her small face, tasing the soft velvet of her lips and caressing every bit of it with my tongue, every part of it that fuelled me with an insane amount of dopamine, I didn't want this to end. I felt like I was never going to speak to Darlene again.When Frederick called me earlier this morning and informed me that she had slept off at his place, I felt so angry. I felt so bitter. So livid. I felt disrespected and it seemed like everything was suddenly crossing the line and in a nutshell, I had promised myself that since she was making it clear that she had no regrad for me and she was clearly and evidently done, then so was I.But all that made me have an instant change of heart was hearing her say that that was not what she want
DARLENEI had always heard that old saying that insinuates that when you find love, you tend to be happy about everything. And I mean, excessively, unexplainably, and maybe even unnecessarily happy.You wake up and the sun is yellow, it excites you.You notice your flip flops scattered all over the ground, you're excited.You smile and wave at your morning face in the mirror and nothing could possibly make you happier.And most exciting of all, the man you love is right there with you on the bed. You are laying in his arms and that moment, it feels like you should not be anywhere else.I felt that kind of happiness. The insane and unnecessary kind of euphoria.I woke up that morning and I stayed there in his arms, our bodies were cuddling up in a tender position, my head resting on his firm hard chest, as he slept soundly.Or so I thought he was sleeping."Good morning, my love." He spoke to me.His early morning voice was deeper, richer, it was like music to my ears. I wanted to hear
DARLENEI rang the doorbell.Funny how I was sure that Stella was aware that we were here all this while, and for some reason, Alexander and I had been standing here for the past fifteen minutes waiting for somebody to come and get the door for us.I rang the doorbell a second time.And waited.Nobody.Turning to Alexander, I saw a similar look of confusion on his face."Is everything okay?" He asked me, he sounded pretty concerned and I could see why that would have been so."Yeah," I said. I supposed. Stella was being the usual Stella when we saw her at the window, so everything should have been quite alright indeed. "Even though they don't usually take this much time to open up the door.""Call?" He suggested. "Call them maybe?"That was a brilliant idea and I felt dumb for not even thinking of it earlier."Oh, sure." I picked up my phone and the first person on my mind to dial was my mother.But I was not quick enough.A small rusty sounding shake of the door and I knew that someo