DAMIENThe car stops outside a blue sparkling skyscraper.When I step out of the car, I immediately recognise the hotel. The Blue Towers Hotel. Vanessa takes my hand as we walk towards the revolving glass doors. I wonder why she picked this particular spot for our date night. It's too far from home. We literally drove two hours to get here. And it's too crowded. There's too many people coming in and out. Since I moved away from the city, I hate crowded or busy places. They make me uncomfortable. And the second we get into the crowded elevator, I immediately know that it's going to be a long uncomfortable night.When we step out of the elevator, Vanessa grips my hand tight as we walk to a crowded room. Dozens of people in dashing suits and dresses are walking around with glasses clutched in their hands. One of the first things that grab my attention is the huge poster of a blue book with the title "ROONEY RUINED ME." There's also another huge poster of the author but I already know w
DANIAfter the book launch, we have a little barbecue in the backyard of Lana's house.It's a warm and intimate afterparty with Lana, Larry, Larry's friends, Lana's editor and ofcourse me and Nate. The men are dealing with the fire and burning the meat. The women are having a good gossip over some good wine.There's lots of wine and beer and cocktails moving around but the pregnant ladies only have mocktails.When everyone is full, we sit around the huge fire with drinks in our hands and blankets wrapped around our shoulders. I'm sitting next to Nate. And everyone is typically sitting next to their partners, talking in hush tones."Are you going to take the offer?" Nate asks slowly and quietly."You asked me that one hour ago." I sip my soda. "My answer hasn't changed."I said, "I'll think about it." That's what I told Vanessa when she asked me to design her wedding dress. She's going to give me half a million dollars just to design her dress. That offer sounds tempting. It would be f
DAMIENWe booked a hotel last night.It was too late to drive home and Vanessa didn't want to spend the night at my parents' house because she hates my mom. The next morning after breakfast, I slide into my car and drive to my parents house. This time, Vanessa joins me. She doesn't have a problem with paying them a brief visit but she has a problem with spending the night.After a couple of minutes on the road, I pull up into the driveway.My dad is sitting on the porch, smoking. My mom is nowhere to be seen. He immediately stands from the seat when we approach him."Son!" He looks me up and down and then frowns. "You've lost a lot of weight. Are you okay?""Working out.""Hi Dad." Vanessa hugs him.Yeah, she calls my father "Dad" but calls my mother by her name. She's always been fond of my dad."Don't you feed him?" Dad teases her."Your son is stubborn. You know that. You can't force him to do something he doesn't want. And I especially can not force food down his throat because h
VANESSAThe moonlight spills into the room.I'm lying in the dark. Staring at the ceiling.Damien is sound asleep next to me. I turn around to glance at him. I'm so jealous of him. I can't remember the last time I slept so peacefully.Lately, a lot of things have been happening. Bad things. Really really bad things...I went to that book launch to see Dani. Not to support her talentless friend. That stupid book launch was a bad idea. Nothing went according to plan. Dani turned down my offer. And I came to the harsh realisation that Damien might still have feelings for her. That's why he followed her to the washrooms. That crushed my heart into pieces. But then Damien expressed how much he hates her and that made me feel a little better. But deep down, I know he still has feelings for her. Even if he doesn't want to admit it.Another bad bad thing that happened was Camille. I can't believe that old bìtch had the nerve to go beg Dani to get back with Damien. I was so shocked that I was
DANILast night, Lana came over for a sleepover.We started a tradition of sleepovers once a month when we noticed that we had started drifting apart because of our busy lives. I was preparing for the contest. She was working on her book. We rarely saw each other and even if we did, it was brief meeting and all we talked about is business. Fùck, we didn't even spend Christmas together.But since we started doing the sleepovers, we are closer than ever. And we made a point not to just talk about business but also all areas of our lives.The thing about adult friendships is that both parties need to make an effort to see each other. It's so easy to get caught up in your personal life because of work or family and forget all about friendships. I was slowly starting to go down that path until these sweet sleepovers saved us.The best part about this is we are both pregnant at the same time. We are going through the same thing and we both understand each other. It's hard being around peopl
DAMIENDad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition.Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.As we walk around the room, I note that the paintings are amazing. But I can't help but compare them to my father's masterpieces. He's the most talented artist I know. His talent is incomparable and undeniable. This man is just great at everything. Great as an artist. Great as a friend. Great as a husband. And much greater as a father."Wanna grab dinner?" Dad asks after the event.Ofcourse I want to grab dinner and catch up
DANIWe pull up to the vacation house after two long hours on the road.Two long hours of my mom driving as my dad yelled at her. Pointing a gun at her. Pointing a gun at all of us. Laughing at how terrified we looked. He was enjoying the fùck out of our fear. I swore to myself that if we ever make it out of this alive, I would never forgive him. The car door swings open. The cold hits me like a smack in the face. It's dark outside but the lights are on. I wonder who's in there...It's my sister, Natalie. She's sitting on the floor, tied up with ropes and a duct tape on her mouth. Her hair is messy and her eyes are swollen from constant crying. I turn to look at Dad. I can't believe that he's doing this to us. His own family."All of you!" Dad bellows. "Sit!"We sit immediately.Pointing a gun at me, Dad throws a rope and forces me to tie up Mom. I tie her up, tears streaming down my eyes. Then he throws another rope and forces me to tie up Nate. I do that obediently. Lastly, Dad tie
DAMIENI fùcked up.I fùcked up real bad when I followed the car. I was too slow because I didn't want Jake finding out that I was following them. So I kept losing track and getting lost on the way which wasted more time. I also have another huge problem. My battery is dead. I can't use my phone to make any calls. How can I be of help if I can't call the cops? Of all the days, why did I forget to charge my phone today? And why the hell did I forget my charger too?It was a two-hour slow and scary drive. Relief washes through me when I finally get there without Jake being suspicious. I park my car a couple of miles away from the ranch. It's pitch dark and cold outside. I'm shivering in my jacket as I walk to the ranch, stepping silently on the cobblestones. I immediately recognise the huge house when it comes into view. It's the family's vacation home where Dani's surprise birthday party was held. Who knew that the next time I came here, Dani would be abducted by her own father?Two
DAMIENtwenty years laterIt's our twentieth anniversary.For every anniversary, we celebrate it in Bali. In the same hotel we went for our first, second and third honeymoon. There's been a lot of changes and renovations in the hotel over the years but it still gives me a feeling of nostalgia every time I come here.I step out of the shower and start drying myself with the towel.Dani is busy typing on her laptop. I apply some lotion and slide into a pair of white shorts. My wife doesn't bother to look up."George filed for divorce." I huff. "Gina cheated on him again. This time, with a younger man.""Not surprised." I sigh. "Why can't he just leave her?""He's addicted to the toxicity."Dani doesn't respond. She's still busy on her laptop. Plus, she's so over George and Gina. And honestly, so am I. For years, I wanted to save George from that abusive marriage but he clearly doesn't want to be saved. He made the bed. I'll just let him lie in it. Even if it's a bed of thorns that makes
DANII stare at Nate in shock.But he's not staring at me. He's staring at Damien."When Dani's dad shot me, I was paralysed." Nate says. "I could see everything. I could hear everything. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even feel blood oozing from my body."Okay, where's this going?"Dani was in shock after her father shot himself infront of her." He continues. "She just sat there, staring at his lifeless body. She was in shock and despair. She had lost all hope for life. That's until you came out of nowhere and wrapped your arms around her, crying. She was relieved. She was hopeful again. I was relieved too. And I was hopeful. That's when I allowed myself to pass out. All that time, I'd been forcing myself to hold on a little longer for Dani. I didn't want to leave her all alone and scared. But when you showed up, I knew she was in safe hands. So l let myself pass out."Nate finally turns to look at me, a small smile forming on his face."Remember that double date with Richard and yo
DAMIENI ring the doorbell.Dani swings the door open, dressed in her pajamas. She stares at me in complete shock and confusion."What are you doing here?" She asks in concern. "Are you okay?"I don't reply to that. I just pull her in my arms and cling to her body. I know she's pregnant and I'm probably hurting her baby but the baby will have to forgive me. I need his mother now. He can wait.Dani escorts me to the livingroom. She sneaks to the kitchen and brings me coffee. Yes, I definitely need coffee this time. I'm shaking due to the cold. Or maybe I'm shaking due to the shock. It's been a night of horror and I can't wait for it to end."What's going on, Damien?" Dani asks softly. "Where's Vanessa?"Just hearing her name sends chills all over my body. I look up at the ticking clock.The images of the last three hours play vividly in my head.Vanessa screaming in terror. Vanessa's head being chopped off. Vanessa's head being tossed in a black plastic bag like garbage. The "bad guys
VANESSABe calm.Whatever happens in life, be calm. That's one of the greatest tricks to tackle every situation in life. Be calm. Take a deep breath. Don't lose it. You might be losing it inside, but don't show them. Act calm. Act confident.I turn to look at Damien.Ofcourse I'm shocked. And confused. He just jumped out of the kitchen. He was listening to the conversation this entire time. I should have listened to my gut when I entered the house.I got a whiff of his cologne when I entered the living room. Then I got a glance of his shoes at the door. But somehow, I convinced myself that they didn't belong to Damien. A bunch of shoes look the same. And there's no way they belonged to Damien. I mean, I left him home looking hungry and exhausted. There's no way he could drive back to the city for two hours instead of taking a rest. God, I was in for a shock!But I'm still calm. "Babe." I smile. "You know I hate surprises.""Don't babe me!" He snaps. "I heard everything you just said,
DAMIENI dash into the kitchen and pour all the coffee in the sink.I don't want coffee. I want something stronger. Something like scotch. Something that will make me forget about my dad. And Vanessa. And the pregnancy scam. And the whole drug dealing thing. And the way I just talked to Dani. And the way she looked at me. All I do is hurt her with my words and actions. And all she does is be kind and nice to me. After everything I did, she's letting me spend the night at her house. God, I don't deserve her...It's pouring heavily outside.I look outside, the rain beating down on the roof and sliding down the window. For a moment there, I wish that the rain could wash away all the pain. I wish that the rain could slide down my soul and wash away all the sadness and sorrow. The doorbell rings, pulling me away from the sea of sad thoughts."Good evening, Dani." I grit my teeth when I hear that familiar voice. Vanessa. What the fùck is she doing here? How the fùck did she know that I wa
DANIDamien is standing at my door when I get home from the hospital.The second he sees me, he runs to me and our bodies clash in a tight embrace. He starts crying in my arms. And I start crying in his arms. And now we're crying in each other's arms. I don't even know why I'm crying. But I definitely know why he's crying.He lost his father. A father that he deeply loved. And today he lay his father to rest. That's hard on anyone.The sky rumbles. We break apart and silently walk into the house before it starts raining. Damien takes off his shoes and sits on the couch. I take off my black coat and sneak to the kitchen. There, I make coffee and grab some cookies from the pantry. Damien looks like he needs something stronger than coffee but it's the best choice for now. "Thankyou." He smiles when I set the tray of coffee and cookies on the table.I sit across from him, creating some distance between us. I'm just from seeing Nate in the hospital and we even kissed when I left. I wou
DAMIENThe ride home was silent.Two hours on the road with Vanessa sulking and seething and staring at me, her eyes filled with fury.The second I stop the engine, she flies out of the car and storms into the house. I follow her quickly but I can't keep up with her pace. When I walk into the house, she's already flying up the stairs.Maria steps out of the kitchen with a bunch of sandwiches on the tray."Spill the tea." She giggles. "Why is she so mad this time? What happened at the funeral?""Nothing interesting." I shrug.That's my way of brushing Maria off. Although I like her, she can be a little nosy in a way that's annoying and steps on boundaries. Vanessa is still the mother of my child. She's just a surrogate. Sometimes I think that Maria forgets that. Vanessa can be a pain in the àss but she still deserves respect as the biological mother of my child."Want a sandwich?" She offers."Sure." I grab it. "I'm starving!"I run up the stairs, chewing on the sandwich as I head to o
DANICamille's mansion was the perfect pick for the reception after the funeral.The guests are waltzing around the large livingroom, cups of coffee clutched in their hands. A bunch of bowls are sitting at the dining table with cookies and biscuits and even chocolates.I'm sitting on the couch next to Camille, munching on the crunchy cookies. Her face is blank and void of emotion but I know that deep down, she's having an emotional crisis. A few hours ago, she broke down as her husband was put to the ground. I can't imagine what that felt like for her. Spending half of your life with someone and then having to watch their lifeless bodies being lowered to the ground. Tragic."Look at them!" Camille points to Damien and Vanessa. "She's always complaining about something. They should break up already."They seem like they are fighting. Vanessa is nagging about something. And Damien is glaring at her. They are obviously the unhappiest couple in the room. I get a little thrill watching the
DAMIENVanessa slides into her black heels and walks towards me.She stands so close, looking up at me. There's a blank look on her face and it's kinda creepy. She straightens my collar and starts fixing my black tie."I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me."The cold tone in her voice sends shivers down my spine. She's not been speaking to me the entire morning. I thought it was odd but chose not to overthink it. I thought it's because we were both busy getting ready for the funeral. I thought maybe she's giving me some space and silence because this is the day that I lay my dad to the ground. From the tone of her voice, that's clearly not the case. She's mad at me. And from the way she's playing with this tie, I might end up getting strangled if I don't provide the answer that she wants. And that makes my heart start racing."Have you been fùcking Dani?"I can't help but laugh. I thought it was something serious. Something that was going to be