All Chapters of Something On The Inside: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alex  "Let's go to the karaoke bar." Said Mia as we made our way towards where I had my car parked. It was eight thirty in the evening and a lot of people were heading home. "It's late, and I have books waiting for me." "And here comes the old Alex." She pouted, buckling her seat belt. Sleep was completely erased off her eyes this time. And she looked active again. "This is the last I'll ask of you tonight. Please, please, please. I want to sing." "Remind me never to go somewhere with you again, after today." I replied as I started the car. But I didn't mean it, I wanted to go different places with her and try new things just like the way I did today. I wanted her to take shots of me, with me unaware. I wanted to use any means I could get, just to hug her. To get close to

Alex   "I haven't seen Miss Greta today." Mia complained, as she sat down for lunch.  "I told her to take the day off. She was not feeling too well when she came in." "Oh, poor Greta." That was her reply. And she helped her self with some pancakes and straw berry syrup. I didn't know why I did it, but I poured her a glass of milk. "Thanks." She said giving me a beautiful smile. With that, she dug into the food. I ate my pancakes with my eyes fixed on her. I watched her everything, and every movement her hands made. The way she poured more syrup on her pancakes, the way she bit and chewed, savouring every bite with her eyes closed. And moaning in ecstasy. Christ! I just couldn't tak

Bolu  "Hurry!" "In a minute, I just need to fix this." "Fix what?" "My eyebrows, I drew them wrong." "Do you even have to draw them?" It was Ruby. She was in the sitting room waiting for me to come out, so we could head to the park. She was impatient and wouldn't let me get done with the finishing touches of my make up. I could imagine her throwing her hands up in frustration, and pacing back and forth with her skinny legs. Blowing out a big puff of breath, like she used to, when she was loosing her patience. "Yes, to make my face look perfect. I have to." I smiled, finally replying to her question. "Your face l

Charles  "She use to sleep out with the cats, at nightfall." The middled age man informed us. And his wife nodded in agreement to this. They were the couple who had gone to report that they had seen Ruby. "It wasn't her you saw. Ruby is allergic to cats. She doesn't even go close to them." I replied rising to my feet to leave. Fighting the urge not to slam my fist against a wall, repeatedly. I clenched and unclenched my fists, ticking my jaw till it hurt. Max motioned for me to wait. "You just saw a homeless kid sleep out with your cats and you assumed it was his kid?" Max questioned them.He too was angry as I was, but he kept a straight face. Unlike me, he was good at schooling his anger. Because if he let's it get the best of him,

Charles I was pissed. Max refused to let me have  more than two bottles of beer. He had said he didn't want me to get drunk.He was a good friend and cared about my well-being, but that didn't stop from having this urge to continually punch him in the face. "Give him a fruit juice like limeades with ice cubes in it. He needs it to cool his brain." Max told the bartender and I shot him a death glare. "Stop doing this to yourself, man. Ruby would want you to be strong wherever she is. You're acting like shit." "You are shit." I insulted. "You're making a big mess of yourself." I knew he was right, but I just ignored him. I was tired of repeatedly hearing such words. I just wanted Ruby back