SANTOSI’d been trying to talk with Rosy since morning, but the calls hadn't been going through. I figured that she must be busy with work.I sat in the plane's seat, my damn ass hurting. God, the way I hated sitting for a long damn time. That's what I hated most when it came to travelling.As I tried Rosy's number again, I didn't know I was holding my breath until the call finally connected. “Rosy! I've been trying to get you for ages. I called in the morning and—”“Santos, it's not Rosy,” came the male voice.I tensed when I heard the distinct familiar voice of Donald. What the hell was he doing with Rosy's cell phone!? I wanted to haul that question at him, but I tried to calm myself down. “Why are you with Rosy's cell phone?” The question still came out harshly.“She doesn't want you to know this, but I figured that it's something you have to know.” He paused. “She's in crisis.”I stopped breathing. Dread filled me as it all finally made sense. Fuck, no... “Since when?” I asked h
ROSIANNAI had never felt pain that excruciating before—not even the very first time Jason injected me with that drug. With the way I felt now, I think that time was just a tip of the iceberg.My eyes were swollen and so blurry, I didn't know that Donald had finished the call and came back into the bedroom. He touched my arm and I flinched, sobbing as I tried to breathe through another spasm.“Rosy, honey, I'm going to make you stop hurting...”His words barely registered in my subconscious. I wasn't aware of what he was saying until I felt his body come down on top of mine.“No, Donald, please!” I cried out, raising my hands to fend him off. But ultimately, my body completely molded into his, the feel of his firm body like heaven against my sex-starved body.“Rosy.” Donald cupped my cheeks and brushed the tears from my eyes so I’d be able to see more of him. “Honey, please don't make this hard. Allow me to help you.” As he said that, he spread my legs and he plunged two of his finger
Donald Grey stayed impatiently in that chair and waited for the doctor to finish attending to Rosy. Beside him were two men whose wives were in labor and a woman whose child had an accident and she’d been surgically operated on. What seemed like forever later, a nurse came out and gestured to him that the doctor was ready to see him. He followed the nurse, walked through the short hallway to the private ward, and then the door opened.Rosy laid there on the bed, looking as fragile as ever. And asleep.“Mr. Donald, right?” The doctor strode toward him and extended his hand.“Yes, Doc.” “Mr. Donald. How long has Rosianna been the way she was when you brought her in?” The older doctor didn’t bother with formalities. He had been Rosy’s family doctor for several years.“That’ll be last evening.” Donald glanced at Rosy again to ensure she was not dead. He nodded inwardly when he noticed the rise and fall of her chest.“You know, I have been familiar with Rosy’s condition, but I’ll say tha
My mother hugged her, tears swimming in her eyes. “She did it not to hurt you, I'm sure. These young people think differently. What about me? I had no idea something like this ever happened to my niece! I had no idea she went through this hell those three days she disappeared. You made me believe that she just travelled out to have a chill time!”“I didn't want that burden on you too. I didn't want to hurt you the way that knowledge was hurting me then. God, it was ripping me apart! My baby girl!” Aunt Clarissa cried.“So, you see? I'm sure that's what little Rosy thought too. You shouldn't blame her much,” my mother consoled.They continued talking, but my eyes went to the man who was leaning against the wall. His eyes were zeroed on Rosy. Donald.He stared at me, and I gestured for him outside, away from everyone. He followed me out of the room. In the few minutes that followed, Donald told me everything that had happened, starting from when Fiona rushed to him and told him everyth
The doctor stretched his arm, and I clamped his with mine. “You’re a fine man, Santos. Not all men would still be able to go through with the wedding after this.”I snorted. “Doctor, you make it sound like she’s lucky to have me, but it’s actually the reverse. I’m a damn lucky bastard to have a woman like Rosy,” I told him truthfully, sparing him a cheeky grin.“I admire you, young man.”After a few more words, the doctor stepped out. I walked towards Rosy’s bed and lowered myself onto it. I ran my hand over her soft cheek. Tears left her closed eyes and ran down her cheek to join the long trail of dried tears.My chest clogged when I realized she’d been awake and must have heard what the doctor said. “Rosy, honey?” My voice was hoarse.She opened her swollen red eyes to stare at me. The sight broke my damn heart. “Santos... I c-can’t have children?”Fuck, she heard. “Rosy, honey, it doesn't matter—”“How can you say that? Santos, I'm barren.” As she said the words, more tears left h
ROSIANNA Being with Santos gave me a sense of serenity. It made me feel very safe like nothing could ever touch me again.I felt tired too. Physically. Emotionally.Maybe it was because of my enormous battle with my body for the past two days. Coupled with the sedative the doctor used on me, it might also be the reason for this physical tiredness.But emotionally?I stared at Santos, and those words came again to my mind. I can’t give him a child.“Stop crying, Rosy,” Santos said softly, using his finger to collect the tears that left my eyes again.“Jason killed me, San,” I whispered hoarsely.“Rosy...”“Do you know? I used to think I won,” I whispered, cutting him off. “I mean, look at everything he did to me. The way he ruined my life? I spent the better part of six years trying to prove to myself and the world that my life was not ruined—that he didn’t succeed. That I won.”“You won, baby. Never think otherwise,” he chided softly.I shook my head as slowly as I could manage. “I d
“You’re allowed to be tired, honey; you’re human,” I assured her before rolling over her and kissing her breathless.Taking her lips between mine, I suckled them between mine. Raising one hand, I palmed her soft but firm breast, feeling the delicious mound. I twirled her nipple with my finger, and she moaned softly, her eyes skittering shut.The sight of her long-limbed, luscious body coming to life slowly for me was indescribable. Her nipples were very sensitive—a touch and she whimpered; a rub and she gasped; a squeeze and her entire body went taut. I leaned down and took one pouting nipple into my mouth and suckled. Hard. Her body shuddered. Against her, I smiled in satisfaction and moved to her neglected breast. Another wave of shudders rippled through her. Her hands clutched slightly on the bedsheet. Using my teeth to hold it for a moment, I finally released her nipple, sending tiny shock waves through her limp body.While she stared at me through half-dazed eyes, I ran my hand
Twenty minutes after the doctor told me everything, I still stood there like a clown whose head wasn't working. Rosy is in a coma. Rosianna is in a coma. Rosy is in a coma, and the doctor isn't sure when she'll wake.I stood there and tried to handle the news as best as I could without doing something utterly out of character, like shouting at the top of my voice or screaming down the hospital or shoving my way into that room where she laid and demanding answers from her 'sleeping' self.Tears burned my eyes for the first time in a damn very long time. How could this happen to me? How did this happen to us?I lost track of time, and when I became conscious again, it was way past midnight. Forcing my numb legs to work, I walked to where they'd moved her. I stopped at the door, staring at her. She looked smaller in that bed, vulnerable. Finally, she looked at peace. Putting one leg in front of the other, I made my way to her bed and almost stumbled on nothing because I couldn't take m
I swallowed twice and turned back to face them. I stared at Jason’s parents. Marde’s parents. Kain’s parents.They’d visited so many times during the months, and they’d asked forgiveness many times. The mothers cried often, and the fathers always looked regretful. I’d repeatedly told them the same thing: “It wasn’t their fault what happened. There is nothing to forgive because the sins weren’t theirs. They are not responsible for the actions of their children.”My only happiness as I looked at them was that they have other children apart from the prodigal sons. Jason’s parents still have one daughter who’s married already. Marde has two more siblings, a brother and a sister. Kain’s parents had one other man who was Kain’s younger brother.I smiled at them and took turns hugging them all and thanking them for coming to my wedding ceremony. They all looked relieved, and it made me wonder about the kind of welcome they had expected to receive.I really had no problem with them. Already,
“R-Rosy?” I focused closely on her face, my chest thumping fast as tears slipped from her closed eyes.Slowly—ever so slowly—her eyes opened.“Rosy! Baby!” I got up and hovered over her. The tears I was trying to control started swimming down right then.“Santos...” she whispered breathily.That voice. That voice that I’ve missed so much! “Oh, Rosy! Thank you, baby. Thank you for coming back to me. Doctor!” I shouted.More tears slipped from her eyes, and she gave me a tiny smile. “My Santos...”“God, I’ve missed you so much! So much! I thought you really left me!”Just then, the door burst open. The doctor and two nurses rushed into the room. The doctor’s face held surprise and a lot of relief as he took in Rosy.The next thirty minutes were the slowest and the happiest of my life. Rosy was back! Rosy was out of the coma!As the doctor herded me out of the room to examine her, I called everybody immediately when I got outside—starting with Rosy’s parents to mine, right down to Donald
In those two weeks, I had righted the wrong that was done to Rosianna.My adoptive sister.My friend.My fiancé.My woman.It made me feel peace. A peace that would have been complete of Rosy was awake. If Rosy's condition was getting any better.Two months later, I stood in the doctor's office, refusing to sit. I dreaded that I had an idea what he wanted to say to me, and I had a gut feeling that it was not something I wanted to hear.So I folded my arms and stood across the wall, leaning against it. I narrowed my eyes in irritation and watched the older doctor as he swallowed nervously as if contemplating how to go about what he had to say.He began. “I think you should start preparing yourself both mind and body—”“Don't fucking say it, doctor,” I cut in.“—that Rosy might never wake again.” “I told you not to fucking say it!” I roared angrily.The doctor grimaced sadly. “Look, son...”“I'm not your damn son!” I could hardly breathe against the tightening of my chest.Yes, these p
Santos shoved the newspaper away from his face. “Your apology is in the wrong place, Jason. You should apologize to Rosy, not me. I'm not the woman you brutalized and almost ruined her life!”“What...?”Santos looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you know that for the past six years, she never had control of her body? She became a sex addict and can't stay more than a few days without a man or the damn pain comes back worse! You know the pain, right? The one you just went through!?” “Holy...fuck!” Jason paled, horrified.“Holy fuck is right, you asshole! You ruined her life! She can't even bear a child because of what you did to her! And she's in a coma right now, fighting for her life!” The more Santos talked, his voice raised a notch until he was shouting. Jason cried harder. Santos's pain over Rosy's life escalated.“I-I didn't know! I'm sorry; I didn't know!” Jason's face touched the floor in that kneeling position and he cried.Santos said nothing again. Minutes passed while Jason r
I spent all night with Jason. Watching him scream. Curse. Plead. Watching his own drug torture him. During some part of the night, I started feeling pity for him, but just as soon as the feeling lit up, Rosy's face in crisis came clear to my mind. The fire of pity quenched as soon as it started.At first, he'd kept screaming for a woman to fuck, thinking I was gonna give him one. That wasn't the way the plan was supposed to work. I told him about the recorders I came with and that he'd make a record of confessing everything he did. The best kind of evidence was a confession that comes straight out of the mouth of the culprit.“Screw you!” he'd shouted those first times, refusing to do it.I expected it. I had nothing else to do, so I just waited him out.As the night lengthened, he went from screaming and cussing, to begging and pleading. His hands were tied behind his back so he couldn't jack off. He fucked thin air repeatedly, but he couldn't get relief. His hips were thrusting up
SANTOSWhen Jason came out to the sitting room, I counted the seconds he walked closer to me and handed me the memory card that contained the clip.“You can watch it again, man. What Rosy and I did was consensual,” he grumbled as he handed it to me.I barely restrained myself from punching him long enough to take the clip from him. Then I punched him square in the nose...and broke it.“Motherfucker!” he cussed as he palmed his nose and shot away from him.I stared at the small memory card that had ruined Rosy's life. With a grunt, I squeezed hard and broke it in three places.“Fuck! What are you doing, San?” Jason roared.“I'm destroying what you've used to ruin Rosy's life for the past six years,” I stated simply, and I hadn't gotten up from where I sat.“I've got no idea what you're accusing me of,” he bit out, enraged. Damn, but I've never seen a better actor.I stared at him, trying to see that bloke that used to be my fucking friend. All I saw was a monster in human flesh. God, w
SANTOSI was right about one thing. Staring at Jason was like staring at the devil himself.As I watched him close the door and walk deeper into the house, I didn't hide the disdain in my eyes. I definitely didn't hide the rage I was feeling.“So, what are you doing here, San-man?” he asked as he headed towards the fridge.I gave him credit. He didn’t look scared or ridden with guilt like Marde. A pro criminal. “Oh, but I think you know why I'm here, Jason. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? By the way, you still look as good as ever.”“You don't look so bad yourself.” The bastard was even smiling. “Long time so see.”“Yeah. After you called me on the phone that night several years ago, I guess I lost touch with everything. No man wants to hear that his best friend slept with his woman.”He shook his head at that, even managed to look miserable. “I'm really sorry about everything. I'm also at fault. I should have resisted her allure. It’s just that Rosy has always been a very sexy man.
The information slammed through me like a moving truck jerking me out of my goddamn mind. This was worse than I thought. “My God. Jason, is a demon.” I glared at Marde. “Jason killed Kain! That bastard killed Kain, and you kept the secret this whole time? You’re a killer, just like him.”He laid there like a cat caught in a web, saying nothing. Although I had anger and resentment for Kain, I felt bad for what Jason did. Kain was the only one of the three that felt remorseful. That wanted to right their wrongs. The only one with a conscience. He didn't deserve to be killed that way.“What happened to the tapes?” I could barely ask through the fog that clouded my throat.“The man was supposed to extract the tapes after the accident, but before he could, Kain's car caught fire. Everything burned to the ground.”I felt lightheaded at that bit of information. “So, there's no tape?” I asked, to make sure of everything.“There's one remaining. A one minute clip video that Jason watches day a
“Police, arrest that man! You saw the way he came to my house and assaulted me!” Marde whined, wincing in pain.One of the policemen flashed him his badge. “Mardisone Dick, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and raping of Rosianna Bells. For attempted murder also, and for possession of an illegal drug. You are advised to remain silent, for anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.”Marde's eyes widened in panic and horror. “No, no, no! I can't go to jail!” he shrieked.I cut in. “Of course, you can go to jail. You'll be deported back to the States, and You are going to jail. Trust me Mardisone, you'll be getting nothing short of a life sentence and hard labor.” I walked closer to stand in his face. “I'll make sure you and Jason get that sentence even though it's a jail sentence for first-degree murder.”Marde's eyes widened as I spat the furious words at him, and then he started crying and pleading with me.It was all working according to plan. I continued. “I