All Chapters of MARK: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Stop it, Mark!” “What's wrong mom?” “Your passivism, that’s what happens to me!” “Leave the child alone, woman.” “Thanks, dad...” “Nothing about that, Richard. Don't you see that your son is about to lose his last chance to be with the woman he loves?” “But, what do I do, Mom? She doesn't want to be with me.” “Of course she wants to, darling, she's just scared, don't let her go, everything will be solved.” “Do you know what happened to her?” “Here in heaven? We know everything... Now, wakeup!” I woke up with a feeling of emptiness in my chest and with my breath shaking from the dream I had had.The events of last ni

By Monday morning, I was calmer and it could be said that I had another perspective on the events that had occurred on Saturday.Of course, that’s how I felt today, because the rest of my Saturday, I spent it burning my anger out on the boxing bag and the treadmill.With the boxing bag I had won, and with the machine well... I fell.And it hurt a lot.But yesterday, well, like I said, my mind was clearer than the day before.And I had to admit, that my discomfort was because while we were making love, I had once again vomited all my feelings, I had told her that I loved her and she, although excited, and knowing that she feels the same, had simply shut up. Although her eyes gave me the answer I wanted.That’s why I didn’t insist. I just left her alone and kept burying myself in her depths instead of making her see the reality that she was trying

You know that moment when you studied an infinite number of hours to approve that important test, and when you’re done you feel you've eaten the world because of how amazing your answers were, but when the teacher is revising it, you start to think that everything is wrong and all your effort went down the trash bind?It was a very long question, I know, but this is how I feel.Mark was watching me drink the coffee he had prepared when we got to his house and, although it was already cold and the drunkenness had long since passed, I continued to delay the conversation that awaited us.I felt that at the moment I opened my mouth and told him all the details of my life, my miserable life, I would see that look I hated.I knew he would walk away.That he would never touch me again.He would never tell me again that he loved me.I knew he’d look at me with pity an

“So, you’ll have it the twenty-third?” I asked her writing down in my personal diary.“Yes, Mr. Sanders. By Wednesday twenty-third in the morning, you can come and get it.”I was thrilled to imagine Olivia's face when she discovered my Christmas present.“Great.” I looked up when the door suddenly opened “Well, Andrea, I'll see you that day.”I hung up without taking my eyes off from a very angry Alex.“Can you tell what the fuck are you playing?!” He yelled, surprising me by his condition.“And is it possible to know what’s happening with you?” I said somewhat amazed.“Don´t act like a stupid Mark. Not with me!”I looked at him dumbfounded from my seat, still not believing the state in which my head of security was.“Well...” I got up slowly, closing the butto

When Mark said home was a safe house. I thought he meant his apartment in Manhattan. I thought we would go to the hotel where we were staying, we would take the helicopter and in five hours we would be in home. But apparently when he said home, he meant his old home, here in Burbank where we had met.“I can't believe it, Mark.” I said looking around the living room from his old apartment “What are we doing here?”“Alex suggested that we had to have a standby place and leave it unknown.”I turned to look at him, but he looked away quickly.“Shall we?” He started to pull me towards his old room, but I stopped us.“I'm not going in there.” I stubbornly crossing my arms.“Honey.” he sighed heavily “I'm tired, I want to take off these clothes