MISHA SLOWED HER car down. Two ladies— the taller one seemed to be in her early thirties and wearing a blouse and pants while the other one seemed to be around nine or ten wearing a shirt and skirt— were walking in front of her, around twenty meters away from her. They were almost promenading at the middle of the street like they were in a park with the child veering towards the middle of the street every now and then, playfully dragging the older one with her. The older one, probably whenever she remembered they were in a street where fast-moving vehicles could suddenly appear, would responsibly pull the child towards the side of the street. But the child, after a while, would then drag her to the center again. The narrow side street they were in only had two lanes, wide enough for two small vehicles going the opposite directions but too narrow for three cars. All around them were residential houses, and since it was past eleven in the evening, the road was almost abandoned.Misha
BUT THERE WAS no arrogance in his voice or on his face, it seemed like he just stated a fact. But she was seeing nothing on him that would tell her that he was a powerful or a very influential individual. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he was strong physically. But a pretty face and strong arms didn’t equate to societal influence. He was dressed casually: his blue polo shirt which showed his seemingly nice-to-touch and nice-to-feel biceps, wasn’t even an expensive brand, and it was partnered with pair of ordinary looking denim jeans. He had no jewelry on him except for his watch, which didn’t look expensive either. He didn’t have a ring, wedding or whatever. And she didn’t know why but it gave her an urge to smile, an urge she stopped because she knew that he would see it from the corner of his eye. And he would probably wonder where it was coming from, and maybe feel a bit insulted by it.And continuing her reconnaissance, she looked at his phone and well, it was an iPhone. Still, she kn
MISHA THOUGHT SOREN would be thoroughly annoyed, but no, he looked worried—about her, no doubt—as he craned his neck outside his window and looked at her. “What happened?” he asked, with his head still out the window. “Wait.” His head disapperared from the window, then, slowly, his car started backing up. Aftwerwards, they almost simultaneously got out of their vehicles and walked towards each other. Misha’s steps were brisk; Soren’s, calm.Misha stopped a mere foot away from him.“Are you okay?” Soren asked him.She smirked and she didn’t even attempt to hide it. “I have a question for you,” she said, ignoring his question as her question was far more important. “Please be truthful.”“Okay,” he said, his forehead knotting a bit while he gazed at her, most likely surprised with her suddenly antagonistic mood. Just a moment ago, we were departing from each other amiably. Now, he probably could see fire coming out of her nose as she snorted angrily.She cleared her throat so she could
THE VIDEO BEGAN with a man and woman in bed on a missionary position.They were both stark naked and the camera was on their right, probably on top of a table or in the wall. The video had no sound. It was a dim room so it was difficult to really recognize the individuals in the bed. Still, if the camera would focus on their faces, Misha would recognize if the man was Soren. But unfortunately, the camera was fixed and not moving. The two persons in the bed seemed hungry for each other as they couldn’t get their hands and mouth off each other. And there was an exchange of saliva every time their mouths met. Misha focused temporarily on the man, and yes, it resembled Soren’s built and height. She couldn’t really see his face as he spent the first few seconds of the video kissing the woman’s neck while he humped and thrust.Misha blinked and suddenly, the room was bright and she could now clearly see the two persons in bed. She gasped and covered her mouth when she finally recognized th
“OF ALL PEOPLE,” Misha’s father eventually said, the disappointment in his voice tangible.“Are you sure?” her mother asked Misha. “That’s he’s the son of Fredrick Cortez?”“Yes, he admitted it to me. He didn’t want to at first.”Her mother wanted to scowl. “Why?”“It seems that he’s not close to his family. According to his family, he’s a sex addict, a drug addict and a kleptomaniac,” Misha divulged. “And one who has the habit of lying.”“No kidding?” Jaden asked with a furrowed brow.“I saw his siblings’ Facebook,” Misha said before standing up. “Wait.” She walked out of the dining area and went upstairs and into her room and picked her cell phone up. She went to the gallery and looked for the stolen photo he took of Soren and went out of her room.She went back to the dining area and put the cell phone down on the table. ‘That’s him,” she said, and Ruth picked up the phone in a flash.“OMG!” she exclaimed while looking at the photo of Soren. “He’s so cute!”Jaden snatched the phone
AT AROUND FOUR in the afternoon, after Misha showed her family the Facebook posts about Soren’s alleged kinky and nasty characteristics which promptly shocked them again, and while they all sat and converged in the living room waiting, like some sort of an apocalypse would happen which would they, the gurus that they were, attempt to stop, Misha’s Facebook Messenger chimed.Hi, I’m here, a message from Soren read, and Misha’s heart automatically raced.“He’s here,” she told her family while still looking at her phone.“I’ll let him in,” Jaden said as he stood up.“No, I’ll do it,” Misha said and bolted upward.She rushed out towards the main door and opened it. And there, outside their small fence, Soren stood, looking at her, smiling, looking a bit more handsome than when she first saw him. He wore a gray short sleeve polo and denim pants. Was it just her or he seemed happy to see her? And Misha wanted to blush just by looking at him as she immediately remembered her dream where she
BUT NOTHING UNTOWARD happened as Soren was polite and harmless.They were able to identify the two suspects that injured Claire and after that, the two confessed to the crime.“I’m sorry about what happened in the house,” Misha apologized to Soren while he was taking her and Jaden home. “It’s like an inquisition.” She chuckled. “It’s that they are… we are… we are always emotional about what happened to Uncle James.”“I understand,” he stated. “Hey, do you want to go home now? Or maybe you want to drink some coffee first,” he said again, clearly misunderstanding the inquisition that happened earlier, clearly not getting that one of the aftermaths of that interrogation would be her avoiding him starting today.“Maybe next time,” she said, and quickly regretted it as she was giving him false hopes and sort of reinforcing his belief that the inquisition earlier was really nothing and would not impact their burgeoning friendship.Yes, she felt that Soren wanted to be friends with her and p
MISHA CLOSED HER eyes hard as Soren leaned down on her and kissed her on the mouth. His hands immediately roamed on her body, touching, caressing, groping, feeling every part.“Soren, why are you doing this?” she asked, trying to stop herself from moaning and giving him hints that she was actually enjoying what he was doing, and she hated herself for it.“This is my nature!”“No, it’s not!”“Yes, ask my family!”“You said they are lying!”“Ask your family then!” he replied, anger palpable in his voice, and kissed her on the lips hard to shut her from talking. “Ask yourself then!”Misha struggled to free herself from his lips when he kissed her again.She finally was able to scream and woke up with a start.Soren was not on top of her, no one was. She was alone in her room, on top of her bed, and she wasn’t naked, her panties still with her.She was only dreaming.She didn’t know how long she just sat on her bed, her body soaked with sweats and her mind filled with images from his just
SOREN SHOOK HIS HEAD as the elevator door opened. What was he thinking making love with Misha? They went here in this hotel so they could avoid the flood. They wouldn’t even need a bed as they could spend the next hours sitting on a couch waiting for the rain to stop.Or maybe, he could ask Misha to reveal to him her secret—if her secret was huge, it surely would take hours for him to process it and the rain and the flood would have long been gone by the time.“Do we really need to get a room?” Misha asked him while they were walking at the hallway. “We can just stay at the coffee shop.”“We can’t stay there for three to four hours,” he said. “The owner might think we’re up to something,” he joked.“Then, we transfer to another restaurant.”“I didn’t think of that,” he said. “But too late for now, we already have a room.” He stopped in front of a room. “Okay, here it is,” he said and opened it with the key card. He stepped inside with Misha walking behind her.It was just a single ro
“YOU HAVE A secret,” Soren said, his tongue pushing, forcing those words out of his mouth.“I do,” Misha said bashfully, her face threatening to redden.And what secret could that be? If Soren would take into consideration the conversation he just had with Ellis, he should already have an idea what that secret might be, and he vacillated on whether he would allow Misha to reveal it to him, or that they should just proceed with his proposal. If that was Misha’s secret, he really didn’t need to know about it or confirm it—he’d still marry her and bury that secret in the past. A dozen dark secrets from her would not hinder him from marrying her, but if divulging it to him would make her breathe easier, he was ready to listen to her.“What is it?” he asked and held his breath.“It’s embarrassing,” she said.He swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat.“You look nervous,” she noticed and chuckled.He chuckled, too. “It’s because don’t know what secret you’re going to tell me,” he said and
“WHAT?” SOREN ASKED, although he clearly heard what Ellis said. He was thinking that he just used the wrong word.Rape?That word would never crop out in a conversation about Misha.“Somebody asked me if I know that Misha was allegedly raped in the past.”“Are you serious?”“So you didn’t know?”“I didn’t,” he said.“But is it true?” Ellis asked, he paused and then he added, “You don’t have to answer it.”“No, I will answer it,” Soren said, he wasn’t sure if he’d be amused or annoyed or would be angry. “It’s not true.” If something like that had happened to Misha, he was sure she would tell him about it. “Who told you about it?”“It doesn’t really matter, he only read it on social media, so it’s just a rumor, which is possibly not true,” Ellis said. “I can give you the link if you want.”“Please do,” he said.“I’ll send it to you later. Is Misha aware of it? That some people are spreading nasty rumors against her?’“I don’t think so,” Soren said. “She’s with me right now. If she’s awa
SOREN LOOKED STRAIGHT into Kayla’s eyes and she didn’t blink, and there was no denying that he could sense sincerity in her words—and it was blowing his mind. He had always thought that the word sincerity was never in her vocabulary. “You want to go Misha’s house and talk to her parents and convince them that all these rumors against me were all baseless?” he asked her just to make things really clear.“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.He smiled wryly. “I don’t think that’s possible,” he said.“What’s not possible?”“Them letting you inside their house.”“Even when my intentions are good?”“Even when your intentions will save the world from all evil things,” he said matter-of-factly. “Her father might choke you… I mean, well, he might not, I mean, he won’t, because that would send him to jail, but I’m just trying to illustrate how angry he is with you and I’m sure he’d do something that will show the magnitude of his anger towards you, not just in a physical way. And her mother
“Kayla and Brix?” Misha repeated what Soren said. “The Kayla and Brix?”“Yes, the infamous duo,” he answered. “They’re already at the living room as we speak.”“What do they want?” she asked, her voice sounding alarmed.“I haven’t spoken to them but neither looked combative.”They’re treacherous,” she said. “They would look calm in front of you, say nice things, so they will drop your guard down and then they will put out their knives and attack you.”“Wow,” he muttered. “That’s… that’s imaginative.”“I mean, why would Brix go there if they mean no harm? Brix is her attack dog. If Kayla wants just some conversation, she would go alone. If she wants someone punched, he’d bring Brix along.”‘I don’t know,” he said. “I will talk to them.”“Maybe you should call the police first.”“He chuckled. “They haven’t done any crime, Misha.”“But I suspect that they will.”“If they mean to harm me, why would Kayla go with Brix?” he said. “Brix can do the job alone, there’s no need to incriminate he
“Hello.”Misha wanted to smile the moment she heard Soren’s voice from the other line. It was just one word, and still it was enough to convey massive amount of loneliness and frustration. His past “hellos” to her calls used to happily jump into her ear and dance inside it; now it just sounded sad, like it wanted to just curl up inside her ear and sob .“Hi, are you still driving?” she asked him.“No, I’m home.”“And Cindy?”“I dropped her off at a mall.”“How was she?”“Disappointed,” he said. “But she really wanted to help, so she’s planning to talk to Vera, maybe, Vera talking to your parents would do some good. At least, everything she’d say about working for Kayla wouldn’t be hearsay, and she might have really incriminating evidence.”“Yes,” she agreed, “that would be good.”“So,” he breathed hard, “what’s the verdict?’ Are you calling me to say we should call it quits for real this time? Would this be our last conversation?”And Misha thought she would never be this happy hearin
Misha’s father took the phone from his wife’s hands and looked at the screen.Misha watched her father’s expression become grimmer by the second. And after a minute, he returned the phone to Ruth and glared at Soren, who looked helpless at the moment, like a defendant in a court waiting if the judge would set him free or give him a life sentence. Worse, Soren didn’t know what his crime was. Misha grabbed the phone from Ruth and looked at the screen: YouTube was splashed on it and there was a video which thumbnail was of a man who resembled Soren. No, it was indeed Soren. She clicked Play and watched it. “Get out of my house!” her father ordered Soren, his voice firm.Soren stood up and looked at Misha. “What is it?” he asked her.Cindy stood beside Soren.Misha stood up, grabbed Soren’s hand and pulled him. “It’s a video of you making a punching bag out of another man,” she told him softly while she was leading him to the door, still holding his hand while her other hand held Ruth’s
SOREN HAD ANTICIPATED that Cindy might change her mind and that he shouldn’t leave her even for a one second, it was just that he couldn’t, for the life of him, reject or delay Misha’s phone call. If somebody else was calling, he wouldn’t even touch his phone and just let it ring or reject it outright.He was reaching for his phone in his pocket, thinking of trying to see if he had someone in his contacts that might have Cindy’s phone number, while re-entering his shop. He got his phone out and was about to put it on his ear when he saw someone approaching a table—Cindy. She sat back at the table, noticed him and smiled at him.He walked briskly towards her. “I thought you left,” he said as he sat in front of her.“I just went to the rest room,” she said.“Yeah, of course,” he said, smiling and feeling relieved, like a mountain had been dislodged off his chest. He exhaled lightly and said, as casual as he could, “I want you to come with me.”And there was an immediate apprehension on
“WHY WOULD KAYLA want my photos?” Soren asked Cindy.“Not just any photos,” she answered. “Kayla wants sensitive ones, like a girl kissing you.”“Like when you kissed me?” he asked, his voice sombre.And she blushed immensely. “Yes,” she said. “Kayla wants some photos that will show you that you’re not nice.”“So you’re also working for Kayla?”“No,” she quickly denied, fidgeting. “It was Vera who dared me to kiss you. I didn’t know then that she was working for Kayla, I swear. She knew you’re one of my crushes… she said she’d treat me… take to a bar if I’d do it… I’m so sorry about that.” She reached for her pocket. ‘I have pictures when we were in the bar that day on my phone, me and Vera… I can show it to you…”Soren’s phone rang while she still was reaching for her phone.He reluctantly picked his phone from his pocket. But his eyes widened as he saw who was calling him—it was Misha.He immediately stood up, signalling at Cindy with his hand for her to stay at her seat—tio which s