The cab stops at Nate's place.He moved to a fancy flat. And he was right. His apartment is huge. It's also decorated impeccably with nice new furniture. Big paintings on the wall. A huge flatscreen TV. A nice fireplace. A fluffy white rug. Huge white couches surrounding a wooden coffee table. Everything looks expensive. Everything looks new. The only piece of furniture that's familiar is the green couch in the balcony. Yes, he has a big balcony.I toss my jacket on the couch, still looking around. Nate is staring at me, his hands in the pockets of his pants. He's wearing one of those Bob Marley graphic tees and grey sweatpants. Casual looks cute on him."Nice place." I comment."Thanks." He smiles. "What do you want? Coffee? Tea? Wine?""I want a shower." I say. "Thanks for letting me crash here.""Shut up." He chuckles. "I should be the one thanking you. I was on the verge of dying of boredom and loneliness. I desperately needed company."When I called, Nate immediately picked up. T
I turn to look at Nate.There's no tint of judgement in his eyes. That's enough to make me tell him the whole story. I know that he won't judge me for it."So we're both murderers?" He giggles. "And we somehow got away with it. We are two lucky motherfùckers, don't you think?""What you did was heroic." I frown. "What I did was horrible. It still haunts me."Nate stops making the silly jokes when my face turns into a stern frown. I guess that's when he grasps the magnitude of the situation."What happened?" He asks softly."My parents had just bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday." I start. "A brand new big jeep. The next month, Brandon said that we should go on a little road trip. You know, test the tires. I thought it was a great idea. My car had never tasted a long distance before. It only went to school and back home and around town and that was it. I wanted something for a change."I'm feeling chatty tonight. Maybe I needed someone to burden with this old dark secret. Maybe
DAMIENMy house feels like hell.Dani just left. I watched as she packed her things in a big bag and I didn't bother to stop her. I wanted to stop her. Beg her to stay. But I just let her leave. Now I'm standing in the shower. And I still can't stop thinking about her. I wish there was a way to wash away someone from your mind. But that's impossible. I can't wash Dani away from my head. Her lovely face. Her lovely smile. Her silly little giggles and stupid jokes. She's haunting me.I step out of the shower and try to push the thought of Dani away but I can't. Not when everything in this room reminds me of her. The bed that we share. The pillowcases that she bought. The couch that she lies on, sketching at night. Everything about this fùcking room reminds me of her.I slide into sweatpants and a baggy hoodie to go downstairs. The food that Dani left is still on the coffee table. I frown as I take the food to the kitchen and toss it in the bin.Everything about this kitchen reminds me
DANILife is great.These past few days, Damien has been the best boyfriend. Breakfast in bed. Romantic date nights. Writing random letters. Sending me flowers when he's at work. Buying me little gifts. Cuddling and watching movies.This man really meant it when he said he was going to make it up to me. And as if that's not enough, he wakes me up this morning and scoops me in his arms."I have a surprise for you." He says."Let me guess." I giggle. "Cupcakes.""Not even close." He grins. "Don't make any other guesses. I promise you won't get it right."Damien carries me down the stairs. I'm in my silky little nightdress. His chest is bare and he's just in his boxers. We barely wear anything these days when we are at home. Hannah only comes on the weekends. Sophia permanently moved to Vanessa's house. George hasn't come back. We basically have the house to ourselves and I'm not complaining."Here we are!" We stop at the door of his home office. Damien finally lets my feet touch the fl
Damien pours some coffee in my cup when I fall on the kitchen island.I bury my face in my hands and groan. I'm still groggy with sleep. I slept late last night. I was busy working on the gown for the Vogue shoot in Italy this weekend. I'm so excited about the shoot but anxious at the same time. I want the gown to be perfect. It's Vogue we're talking about. I still can't believe I got the opportunity to collaborate with the magazine. This moment will make or break my career. I have to do everything in my power for it to make my career. "You look exhausted." Damien says. "What time did you come to bed last night?""Four in the morning." I groan. "I was busy in the studio. I'm almost done with the gown but I still feel like it's missing something.""That might be your impostor syndrome talking.""No." I sip my coffee. "I've been working on the gown for days. I think it's great. But I want it to be perfect. And I feel like there's something missing. Whatever it is, I have to add it befo
"She said what!"Lana gasps, sitting across from me. She can't believe what Camille Hunt demanded that I do for us to be friends. That's ridiculous. "Yes, she wants me to give her grandkids and ask her son to quit being a photographer and then quit working for Vanessa." I shake my head. "That's if I still want us to be friends.""And what did you say?""I told her that's impossible." I chuckle. "But the petty part of me wanted to say that I have enough friends and she can go go to hell.""You should've definitely said that!" Lana laughs. "And how did she take your response.""Not good." I laugh. "She nodded and said it's okay. And then this wicked woman literally took my box of chicken and fries and threw it in the bin. She then looked me dead in the eyes and said, 'that's what I do to people who are not my friends'. That was so dramatic and unnecessary."Lana bursts into a laugh. She can't stop laughing. I also found the whole thing too hilarious. I almost laughed in her face. After
The Diamond Dress.Everyone in the country is talking about the diamond dress. It's all over the news. It's all over the Internet. It's all over the papers. The police are looking for the culprit. It's been a week since the expensive and elegant gown vanished into thin air. And for that one week, I haven't left my house. I've just been buried in bed, eating fries and chicken. I hate my life. I hate everything about my life. I poured my heart and soul into that gown only for it to be stolen. Never to be seen again. The police said that it's a case of robbery. Robbers broke into the studio and stole the expensive dress. It was full of diamonds. Ofcourse it would get stolen.I'm so mad at Vanessa. She's the boss and owner of the studio and she couldn't put the diamond dress under tight security. She's working hard with the cops to get the culprits. It's been a whole week and they have found nothing. Vogue is so disappointed. I don't think they will ever want to work with me again. Not
DAMIENThe meeting is a yawn.I just keep nodding as I watch the marketing manager break down his presentation on the huge screen. Usually, I'm a keen listener on crucial meetings but I'm lost in my thoughts today.I'm thinking about Dani.I'm stressing about Dani. She's not okay. She acts like she's okay but it's obvious she's not okay. She just sits in the house all day and munches on chicken and chips. She doesn't sketch anymore. She stays as far away from the home studio as possible. You could think that she was allergic to the room. It breaks my heart to see her like this. It breaks my heart even more to know that there's nothing I can do about it. I've tried talking to her but she swears she's fine. I've tried asking Lana to help her out of the funk but she couldn't. I suggested therapy but she looked at me like I'm crazy and laughed in my face. It's an impossible task. The only way to kick her out of the depressive state is the diamond dress.The reason she's so lost is becaus
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