"Do you feel any better now?" I ask."I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure."Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain."I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says."You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte
"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly. But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know. All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly whi
I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't he
"Woow!!! You look spectacular! My goodness!" Mrs Mcall can't help the amazement of seeing me all dolled up in style.Well, I can't blame her. Today, I want to feel fit in this circle. I said I will learn from her how to conduct myself like them. If she grew up poor and now she looks like she grew up in a palace, why can't I adjust? So I went the extra mile and made an effort today. I got myself a classy white silky dress that hugs every inch of my curves perfectly, leaving nothing accentuated. The V-neck line is not deep on both sides. Nothing revealing. Modesty is key for me. I matched it with an inch-and-a-half high pink stilettos. I can't handle anything higher than that unless I want to start cursing the night before the supposed dinner is even halfway. Then I got myself a makeup artist and a hairstylist. I did light makeup. They are not even my thing, but as I said, circumstances called for this. With my hair cascading loose past my shoulders unlike my usual tight bun signature
"Listen, Jerol. I take all the blame for what has occurred. I planned it all, and she tried talking me out of it several times. Don't hold anything against her, please." Grego pleads.Would you look at that power couple of the century! For better or for worse, huh? They are both covering up for each other. Amazing! I am annoyingly loving this. At least they have something admirable!"Unfortunately, I can not pretend that I don't find her guilty. I am willing to let this go for the sake of Father and Mother. But if you two try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally drag your asses to the jail cells!" Jerol roars, and as if that was not a threat, everyone breathes out their suppressed breath which I hadn't noticed.It's like, the decision all lay in him! "Thank you, little brother!""What am I? Ten years? Call me that again and I will break your nose!" My! My husband looks so dangerously cute when throwing tantrums."You broke it two days ago already, bro! You want to turn
A month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
White ceiling, blue-themed room. I blink a couple of times. "I am alive." I murmur to myself. The last thing I remember is falling into the middle of the road after a car hit me. I thought that was the end of me and my miserable pathetic life, but it seems my time is not up yet! I don't know whether to be happy about that or not, though. Sigh!Wait. where am I? This sure is not a hospital bed. This heavy-duty mattress, how many inches is it anyway? And this expensive white bed.. I think it's what they call king or queen size? Did I wake up in paradise or am I in the afterlife? My head hurts, but I pull myself up and sit up, leaning backwards to support my bandaged head. I am glad I don't have fractured bones, but a side of my hip hurts, alongside my bandaged head and arm. The door opens, which is quite a distance from the bed because this room is enough to accommodate five more beds of the same size. A man saunters in. Adorable height, medium size body and finest jaws. This is a b
It comes to a certain point in life when you are too intoxicated with everything. That point when you can't even recognize who or what you are anymore. That point where everything and everyone sucks. That time when you can't even explain when or how things got this far. That point where you are certain that things will never be like before again. That is where I am right now, I, Tessa Angeline! Damn! It slipped my mind that I now have something I never had - a surname! I'm now Tessa Angeline McCall! I don't know what anyone in my shoes would choose to do in my situation, but I have chosen to end this toxic relationship between me and this woman who I call mother. She doesn't want me, and I don't need her either. It's not like any of us needed the other from the start anyway. Oh, wait, I know. She needed me to feed out her anger and frustrations on, and to be her breadwinner. But that is over now! Call me bitchy. Call me stupid. Call me childish. Or an ungrateful witch like she calls