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?
Ted's standpoint Ever walked with a candy angel? Like a real one on land? Well, you can try Cookie for a start. She wore different shades of pink, too much pink that made her look like an anime candy princess. Why? She wore one of those funny anime puffy gown with different flashy pinks, another type of purplish pink boots that almost reached her knees, gloves, jewelries, beads, hairpins, makeup and the very finishing top, her hair and eye lens for the day were pink. Each pink took either a paler, darker, brighter or neon shade. So yes, she looked like an anime candy princess or pink vomit. Why I said she is an a
Ted's standpoint 'There are no conditions,' 'Coco,' she said in a singsong. 'Don't stand too close to any guy, don't talk much with them, don't let them touch you, don't go out with them, don't ever make any of them your friend or I will kill them all.' 'Any other jealous conditions?' 'Don't be alone in a room with any man including Mr. McLean, don't let women in as friends too, they are devils. Some are lesbians, I don't want them to initiate you and take you away from me.' 'Seriously, Ted, this lesbian topic again? Are you trying to insult me? With the way you
Cookie's standpoint Turns out handling a new job and a new training schedule wasn't as easy as I thought it would. My first day of work was spectacular, made new friends secretly, but my first day of training wasn't that great. Except for Bruce, none of my trainers were nice to me, all were so strict and merciless, especially Georgia and Carlos. Six weeks and three days gone; forty-five days of taking photos for a magazine, forty-five days of shooting videos, forty-five days of attending events and business meetings, forty-five days of getting my ass kicked, forty-five days of overworking my body. The
Carlos' standpoint I smiled when I saw her back turned to me, nodding her head as she sang rubbish with her bad voice, she is just too amusing. I walked over to her and knocked her head, just to annoy her. 'Hey! My coconut head!' 'Hello, beautiful,' 'Hello, dead man, what can I do you for?' 'I know what I'm about to ask will sound odd and confusing and… And…' She hugged me, she just threw herself on me and hugged me tight. 'It's okay, b
Cookie's standpoint I watched Carlos pace around with sweat soaking his body, he was panicking and nagging about him becoming a father. Ted and I were getting bored already, we wanted to go back to our round three–he ruined it. 'How did it happen! How the fuck did a baby get involve in this goddamn situation! How did I end up being a father!' 'Dude, wasn't your sense working when you were busy fucking her?' Ted sighed. 'What right does she have to get pregnant!' &
Cookie's standpoint Cephas and I sat alone at a special table, I was now his date. As for Ted, don't even know where Cephas chased him to. I was feeling very high and mighty with him so close to me. Something about him just screamed me, too much me. So far, we had been talking about his works, Ted embarrassing childhood he knew about and a little about me. Now, he was driving towards my direction, personal information and I didn't mind. 'So why are you naming me Praxina?' I asked as I sipped from my glass of whatever the sweet liquid was. 'It's a name I wanted to call my daughter if she was alive.' 'You had a daughter?' &nbs