On the loose

CHARLES

I feel like I’m in the middle of one of those ridiculous TV dramas, or bad romance novels … the type which one would watch or read and think, ‘What the hell were they thinking writing a story like that? There’s no way that would ever happen in real life.”

Except that it is actually happening in real life, and it is happening to me. As I lean against a wall, trying to recover from the horrible ache in my balls, as well as recover my shattered ego, I can see that the crowd is beginning to disperse, but a few people are still lingering around. Some have recognized me, as the phones in their hands suggest.

I wince as I realize that they’ve been filming the scene all this while. I’m going to be in the gossip channels again, whether I like it or not. Tons of people are going to watch how I was shamefully brought down by a pregnant woman while trying to defend Jessica. The thought of this leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

Samantha is nowhere to be found, which is just as well. She’s t