Grey perky clouds cover the vicinity of the place. They say that grief comes in many forms. It comes with agony and sadness for those who did nothing but to love. It comes with happiness and joy for those who gave resentfulness until the last breath.
However, above all of those that was mentioned, nothing can beat the true meaning of grief. For those who spend their life living with that person and for those who shares every bit of their life with that person, griefs come with pain.
The pain of losing someone and knowing that there is no choice left but to accept the cruelness of being left alone.
I kneeled and sighs as I tried to wipe the dirt out of his name. The cold stone where his honorable name was engraved stood right infront of me. I’ve brought flowers and even this time, I don’t know if he will be happy with the type of flowers that I have chosen.
Funny how even his favorite one is such a puzzle for me. I guess, I took my time rebelli
Dark hallwayThe music from the party in the garden echoes along the silent empty hallway. Darkness fills the place and as the cold breeze of wind touches my bare shoulder blades, I have lost my sanity.My small tender hands crumple along his black tuxedo, but the man that I am with didn't stop from what he's doing. Suddenly, he pushed me higher to the cold concrete of the wall feeling how the bare skin of my back grazed along with it.It's funny how I am attracted by his heavy breathing and his large calloused hand, guiding my hips." Fuck, Amara."His groans dance through my favorite rhythm of sound. It was a mixture of frustration and desire. His kisses went down from my cheeks to my neck and I was just there, savoring each of his slippery kisses.I am supposed to be at the feast but right now this man is feasting on me." Ah."Moaning, I clutched more in his hair. He's thrusting his hips even th
I was cursed in the way that everyone wanted to be cursed. Looking at the largest headline in the newspaper, I want to give the daily newspaper a clap for doing their job, ruining my morning with their daily stash of my wild expenditure in life. Didn’t the scandal of me kissing a man at one of the government parties just died a week ago? Then, here I am again, with my face plastered in every sheet of daily newspaper of the country doing my deeds of being the most rebel daughter of the President. “ Didn’t I tell you that you will stop going to those clubs?” Father, the country's current President, shouted as soon as I step my foot in our dining area. He didn’t take his gaze off the newspaper while sipping his favorite tea. The gray strands of his hair are beyond visible and even though his amber wrinkled eyes are hiding beneath those black-rimmed eyeglasses, I cannot deny the fact that my father is a very serious one. He’s strict and formal but more importantl
“ Amara Ildefonso, the nation’s daughter is spotted kissing the socialite, Mr. Kiko Lopez across the street last evening. The nation is now hungry for answers, are the two dating? And when will the nation’s daughter stop her wild rendezvous’ ?” I just want to throw the remote directly at the screen because of so much annoyance. Flash in the screen is our photo yesternight and it looks scandalous. Photos of me and Kiko, kissing under the street lamps on the side of the road instantly gains popularity and have been trending on social media. Browsing through my phone, I’ve tried to read comments and why am I not shocked when all of them are just mean comments? They even call me a slut for kissing any man that I come with. “ Madam.” Someone knocked through the door and it stopped me from what I am doing. One man in a suit peeks through my door and I’ve waited for whatever he is going to say. “ What?” I shouted because it took him a second to talk. He’s gu
When did I find older men attractive? The eyes that are cruel and the muscular arms that can pin me on the wall and can totally wreck my body. Inks wasn't my type but the sleeve tattoo in his left arm makes my mouth dry.“Where are you going, madam?”Even when he looks serious there is always a hint of naughtiness in the way that I am hearing his voice in my mind. It’s like a curse to look at him and have these lewd thoughts.Damn it, Amara! Did I lose my mind because I have been home for almost a week already? I imprisoned myself in my room in the hope to rebel against my father. The thought of having a personal bodyguard that will always be at my side is a childish thing for me.He looks at my outfit. “The president wants to meet you,” he said. His sharps eyes and chiseled jaw told me that he wasn’t happy with what I am wearing.“ I have a photoshoot. You can’t imprison me in this house foreve
I have clearly lost my mind. With uncertainties of what kind of feeling is burning right under my body, I step further to the room which I mentally memorize to avoid in the past weeks. The effect of his voice and statement makes me want to close my curtains and just play with myself. This is indecent! No man has never felt me this way. The supposedly innocent and sweet president daughter is gawking for an older man. Her mind is filled with lewd thoughts and her panties are all wet from all of the imagination that she has. Just the thought of my bodyguard makes me close my legs to prevent the liquid from gushing out of the thin clothes. “What are you doing here?” Jumping into my place, I looked at his angry face. His upper body is wet and naked. He’s only wearing sweatpants and the sight makes me gulp. I have seen a lot of ripped body, from my co-models and friends but this kind of built makes me weak. Then, my sinful eyes trace every ripped mu
Walking like a zombie, the images of yesterday night’s event didn’t make me sleep even a single hour. It’s all coming back into my mind when I tried to close my eyes. The sweats and groans of my bodyguard while he's relieving himself in the dark. “ You just woke up?” I blush at his voice and turned around to clear my thoughts away. Nodding over my shoulder, I decided to get myself cold water. He seems normal. Does that mean that he wants to pretend that I didn’t catch him last night? He follows me to the kitchen and the sound of kitchenware is all I can hear. Then, after making myself calm, I’ve decided to look at what he’s been doing. The pink apron didn’t compliment his tan skin. It’s too small compared to his muscular body and the way how he holds the knife didn’t give justice to the thought of him holding it against my throat. “What are you doing?” shocked, I asked. Normally, we have our chef take care of our food. And
I’ve needed a drink. That is the only thing that is coming right into my mind. My father is still doing his international conference and I guess he will not be back in the country too soon. My mouth dries and desires for the taste of alcohol. Kiko is contacting me and asking for a drink, but I intended to avoid him. He doesn’t really mean it, but he rejected me. Me? The president’s daughter. A model was rejected by him plus my mind is not taking all of the presence of my hot bodyguard, freely roaming around the house. It’s either I will get a drink tonight or I will just beg on my knees for him to take me. Wet dreams aren’t satisfying me anymore especially when I know that he’s just at the other side of my room. I can just knock on his door and fuck him but that wasn’t nice. He’s old and I’m his job, literally his job. Tonight, everything seems to be peaceful in this presidential house. The bodyguards are not roaming and Major. Sullivan didn’t bother to get o
Being the President’s daughter is a mess but what happened last night is the real definition of a mess. After Major. Sullivan leaves me at the backseat, he droves his car back to the presidential home and he didn’t talk to me again. It’s like I am invisible to him. His restraints but whatever we have but who cares at all? I want him. I want my own bodyguard and he clearly told me that he wants me too. “ Where is Major. Sullivan?” my brows creased because another bodyguard opens the door for me. I have a schedule for a photoshoot today. He points his finger to the driver seat, and there I saw him, gripping the steering wheel while his eyes are looking up front. It’s a first time that he will be the driver. Was he regretting what happened that he’s avoiding me right now? I’ve knocked on his window and he lazily opened it. “ Why are you the one driving?” the bitter drips of my own words didn’t escape my voice. It’s a translation for, why isn’t he sitting
Grey perky clouds cover the vicinity of the place. They say that grief comes in many forms. It comes with agony and sadness for those who did nothing but to love. It comes with happiness and joy for those who gave resentfulness until the last breath.However, above all of those that was mentioned, nothing can beat the true meaning of grief. For those who spend their life living with that person and for those who shares every bit of their life with that person, griefs come with pain.The pain of losing someone and knowing that there is no choice left but to accept the cruelness of being left alone.I kneeled and sighs as I tried to wipe the dirt out of his name. The cold stone where his honorable name was engraved stood right infront of me. I’ve brought flowers and even this time, I don’t know if he will be happy with the type of flowers that I have chosen.Funny how even his favorite one is such a puzzle for me. I guess, I took my time rebelli
“ No…. no!” I screams as I turned around and found them both lying on the floor.There are bloods. Lots of blood colors over Major Sullivan’s clothing. Everything for me stops the moment that I choked on my own breath and run to him.“ Amara!” I heard my father said behind me, trying to stop me from going to the man that I love but how can I? How can I not run when I literally saw blood on his clothes and know that he’s been shot.Terrors and fears fills my body when I saw him shutting his eyes.“ No!” I shouted. My hands touch his face, shaking my head as my body trembles with terror.No. No.“ Y-You can’t leave…me…again,” I whispered and just like a star appearing on the middle of the night where only darkness dominates the whole place, I saw Major Sullivan opens his eyes.I heard him sigh. “ I won’t baby,” he whispered. I was st
“You’re going to pay for this!” Major Sullivan shouted as he tried to resists on the knots that are binding us right now.We are on the couch, our whole body is tied with some thick ropes as Ares and Maricriz appeared in front of us, their guns are pointing just right on our heads.I can feel the tip touching my skin and the coldness from it only made me shiver and drown into being terrified. I know that in just one click, the bullet will surely pierce through our heads.My body is shaking from the fear and from everything. I am still lost because of the too much information that I’ve absorbed earlier and now, I am being tied on the couch whilst a gun is pointed at my head.Tears are streaming down my face. I was trying to calm myself but I just can’t simply do that. I was choking from too much nervousness.Maricriz stopped in my direction, the tip of her gun is pointing just beneath my jaw forcing me to
Whilst I don’t know what to expect as I was ushered out of the car. Major Sullivan is holding me like I’m a fragile object that will shatter at the moment that he will drop his hands.Maricriz is beside us. Or beside him, and judging by her reactions, I think she’s curious or entertained right now. I can’t figure out why she’s alive and why she’s here.There is no way that she accidentally turns out on our wedding day and drops all of this like a bomb, waiting to explode.The journey to the house felt like forever. Major Sullivan kept on touching my hands and reminding me of his presence. I’ve never been to this part of the country where the next house is located miles away from this one.I don’t know how they pulled this out or how they escaped me out of Ares’s den.As soon as the door opened, I was expecting a little not so ambitious style of the house. The outer exterior looks like it’s
“She’s awake.” My mind heard someone say or whisper right beneath my ears. I don’t know what to do because when I tried to move my body, all I can feel is the leather itch strap holding me back down into whatever I am tied to. I can feel a loud gush of the wind and it seems like I am inside of an enclosed space where there is only one cycle of a breathing pattern that is allowed to do. My back is aching from being tied down for so long. How long have I been out of this world? Then, it occurred to me. The nurse forces me to gulp some capsules after she injected me something. I fought my urge to be drowned back to the oblivion. No. The nurse is working for someone else making me panic. My body started to squirm out of the hold of the bound. I shouted but there is something in my mouth. It’s a piece of clothing preventing me from speaking. It tastes like fabric clothing. The only thing that I can do is to open my eyes. Sensing the danger, I am mu
My goal right now was to escape Ares. I don’t know how to start but I definitely needed to do something about my life right now. Before, I used to think that I possess a Masteral degree when it comes to escaping. I didn’t have any problem with running out of the presidential house as well as with the bodyguards. Considering that they are trained professionals, I partake pride in my works of escaping against their vision and running out of their sight.I am used to escaping. It’s always the plan when everything seems to be heavy in my life. I used to escape for fun but right now, it’s not for fun anymore. It’s a matter of life and death situation because escaping means that I will have the chance to get out of this hell.Inside of my heart, the emotions and commotion cannot be sustained with every ounce of braveness that I’m using to bridge the gap of wanting to survive and accepting my fate in this lifetime. What happened the o
Huddling inside of the room, Ares tried to get my attention as I helped myself with the television. This is the only entertainment that I can have to not make my sanity wash over the wind.The only entertainment that I was allowed in this prison. In this prison where I was forced to live, without knowing that I’m in the devil's den. The memory of the day of the accident drowns my thought away. It’s one of the things that is bothering me right now.Ares was there too. He insisted on driving the car for me as I was wrecked and stubborn, trying to chase Major Sullivan. His expression and the concern in his voice shook me within.I cannot accept it. None of it seems like a dream.A tear slid down my cheeks and I was abrupt on wiping it over. I cannot afford to be weak but being pregnant makes me sensitive and fragile. It makes me overthink things that I shouldn’t suppose to think of.Ares moves over causing our skin to touch with one
The room is silent. If only the gush of the wind can spare a moment from creating a whirlwind sound, the cricket outside can definitely be heard because of the silence. It’s been like this, it’s always been like this, and every time that I had a glimpse of what Ares and I had done in this lifetime, all I can feel is disgust.Major Sullivan messages stills appeared right into my mind. It’s like a permanent reminder that right now, I am in the lion’s den and he is dangerous. I should deem him as a dangerous predator pretending to be a protector.I should deem him as nothing but the enemy. That is what Major Sullivan wants. He wanted me to be careful and I don’t want to do anything that will put me into the danger zone.My baby. Our baby needed to be protected from Ares. I gulped as I survey his movement, watching his movement in caution.Ares looked down on me. He was trying to unbutton his coat, leaving him with only his white
For another day, I found myself resting inside of my room. The television is my only source on what is happening outside of this room. Ares told me that he will visit me today but he didn’t. I was only told that he was busy with his new duty. His new duty as the president of the country. I can still see his smile while swearing his oath on the national television. I know that he wants that position for a long time but I almost felt like he’s hiding something because of that smile.I tried to seek for my phone but the guard said that it wasn’t with me when I was brought here either. The only thing that I can do is to rest and to hope for my father to be in best shape.He wasn’t conscious yet and it’s been almost five days since the incident. The doctor told me that it is normal and maybe he’s taking his time to rest but it didn’t sit well with me. If he was just shot on the shoulder, he should be awake right now, right? However,