Ted's standpoint
I slammed the empty cup of beer on the table and sighed, I had lamented all my troubles to him like always. Cephas might not be my father, but I had always seen him as a better one; calm, too polite, nice but yet dangerous when he wants to be. I could tell him everything and harbor no fear because he would never rat me out. I trust him more than Carlos and all my men.
'You really are in a tight situation,' he chuckled and sipped from his beer. He understands me because he has always openly talked to me about his first love, how it ended badly. 'What do you intend to do?'
'What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to pacify her. I know she is not insan
Ted's standpoint How the mighty falls… 'There is no way in this fucking life that I'm going to step out of this building wearing this rubbish!' I yelled at Cookie, who had a grin on her face. So, eventually, I am to take Yolanda and her out to the amusement park and a long list of things we must do alone and with Yolanda. The worst thing about it all was that she would be the one choosing what I would wear. She turned my beautiful white shirt and pants to pink and now with all the combos of beads and chains and ribbons, I look like a giant walking lollipop! &nb
Ted's standpoint 'Why did you send me away?' My heart missed three beats. 'Just curious.' No, she was not just curious, she needed to know. I glanced at her, she was looking at me way to intensely for someone who is just “curious”. The question is: Should I lie or say the truth? Cephas said the truth can do no harm with her. But… 'I sent you away because I was getting too fond of you,' I admitted. I exhaled and closed my eyes. 'I feared and still fear that if I get too close to you, I will end up caring a lot about you and that will only get you killed. I don't want the situation where I would be forced to kill you like my father did to my mother.'
I tapped my temple lost in thought, thoughts of how to get to Ame, what to do to kill him once and for all. I had been trying for years, since he took over his father. The insult, having a child control me; living in fear because of a child. Ame wasn't easy to kill at all, it was easy to have allies and kill his father, but he is a hard wall to crack. I thought Yolanda would do, convinced Rico to abduct her hoping that he would help me fish out his weakness, but the kid is just like her father. Indirect attack, my ultimate strategy. If Ame should find out I was the one encouraging all the idiots to attack him, I would be dead. 'Sir, can I come in?' 'You are already in,' I snarled, puffing out smoke from my mouth. It should
'Ted, we have discussed this before, as long as I have forgiven you, you can't hate yourself.' 'I know, but that night I loosened your towel, I saw some scars that are yet to heal, some that might never heal. I didn't think about it at first, but the moment I got into my car…' His voice was clouded with guilt, regret, patheticness. He looked away, unable to look me in the eyes, like a boy afraid of talking to his mother. 'I saw the scars, it is my fault you got all that. Your beautiful skin is maimed because of me.' 'Coco,' I called softly, pulling away from him a little, so I would remain in his arms. 'The one thing my mother made me understand is that everything happens for a reason, nothing in this life e
Cookie's standpoint Housewife. That's how I felt watching Ted dress up as he walked around the room, answering phone calls and going through files at the same time. I wasn't helping him with anything, all I did was wake up, exercise, work on my gymnastics and do whatever else comes to mind. I need to do something, need to help him, show him that I can be useful to him in other ways. I wasn't even useful for sexual pleasure since the universe keeps interrupting us with phonecalls from his, Bruce's or Carlos'. '… I said I will be there in thirty minutes, stop panicking!' He yelled into the phone. 'No, I am not on my way yet, so stop questioning me!' He inhaled and continued walking around. I
Dinah's standpoint All my life, all I ever wanted was my father, my own father, to love and care for me like a father should. I was just a child when I started seeing my mother bringing men into the house and having sex with them, not caring if I was around. I watched her kill my biological father that night when he returned from a meeting and saw her fucking his best friend. They had fought and mom accidentally killed him, but it doesn't matter. I watched my own father die. Five months later, she was married to my stepfather, that cruel man who wasn't satisfied with his wives. He raped me whenever mother wasn't around, and after he was done, he would inject me, so I would f
Cookie's standpoint I wiggled my nose, something ticklish was rubbing itself against it, it was very ticklish. I pushed the thing away with a giggle and murmured that it leave me alone. I giggled more as the thing trailed all the way to my ear, it was so ticklish. 'Cut it out, Tickle,' I giggled. The thing moved down to my lips, I rolled over and laughed. 'Wake up, sweetie,' I opened my eyes and glared playfully at Ted. He was tickling me with a feather. 'Morning my… Sanity.' 'Your sanity?' 'You owe the key to me yelling one minute and pulling my hair or having me beha
Cookie's standpoint Okay, the first and most important question is why are you angry?… The first voice asked calmly. Is it because he doesn't want you to work, or because of the Josie part?… Asked the second. Both! Both! Both! Both!!! Voice two: Calm down and let's talk quietly, so you won't get a headache. Voice one: why are you upset about the Josie part?