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Chapter 23.8: The Storm
AMBROSE
The ride back home was just as quick. I stepped on the gas as if I’m an extra in a racing film and I just covered the tracks with such a lightning speed. Just by the thought of my dad actually giving me information about the documents that contained my actual identity was more than enough to fill me up with this exhilarating excitement. I rushed back inside the house and before I know it, I was already inside my parents’ bedroom. The mood inside the room was expectedly strange and I immediately knew it was because of the fight that have occurred here a few days ago. The negative energy has stuck like it’s a perfume with an unpleasant odor. I noticed the picture frame of my mom and dad with the clear absence of the glass that once covered it. I believe this was one of the things that my mom threw in her anger. Even the big vintage flower vase that my dad bought from China was gone and I can see some few pie
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Dancing in his Storm Chapter 23.9: The Storm
AMBROSE“Who’s there?” The woman asked the moment she opened the door and I was standing right at the front door struggling to keep my cool. I noticed she was by far younger than what I’m thinking or better yet, far youthful than what I’m expecting. She looked like she’s on her mid-thirties, not that close to my real mother’s supposed age and I was thrown over the edge thinking that she’s my mother. I became extra anxious at my observation but then the optimistic side of my brain told me to calm down.“Uhm, hi.” I put up a wide smile on my face. “My name’s Ambrose and….”“If this is about solicitation, we don’t have any money.” I haven’t even finished what I was about to say and the woman cut me off thinking that I’m some stranger asking for money. I don’t even look like one. I’m just wearing
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 23.10: The Storm
AMBROSEA part of me was already expecting this but finding my real mother seemed to be even more difficult under every circumstances. There’s only one thing to blame for it and that was all on fate. Fate was good at playing the ‘hide and seek’ card and I’m just one of its pitiful victim finding it hard to adjust and keep up with the harshness of the game. I went out to look for my real family for the whole day only to find nothing. I guess for a while I was satisfied that I did not raised my expectations so high that I might get burned by the conflagration. If I did raise my expectation to a cloud nine, there’s no denying the harsh reality that I’m going to fall six feet below the ground. The fall would hurt like shit.I’m beginning to ponder about what’s going to happen tomorrow. I have already made my decision to not enter school and I’m going to
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 24.1: Dancing into the Storm
AUGUSTThe pumping inside my chest became faster and faster to point that I’m very much exhilarated. It was madly accompanied by this thunderous thudding sound that my ears could only hear. I guess this was all because I’m happy that I finally found Ambrose Haylock after a whole week of desperately missing him. I’m perfectly aware that I’m exhausted from the trip that I had from school all the way to Ambrose’s house and then the ride here. Even the running that I did consumed much energy. Despite of that, it felt like the exhaustion was all washed away by the sight of Ambrose. It felt like seeing him was some kind of pill that just healed everything in me. The thudding sound in my chest seemed to grow louder and louder almost like a bass drum as I take my step closer.“Ambrose! Thank God, I finally found you here.” I yelled with such excitement as I continued to take a step. The rush
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 24.2: Dancing into the Storm
AUGUST“Ambrose? Are you leaving? Why the fuck are you putting your clothes on?” I yelled almost like an invisible person. It’s not an almost. Ambrose really disregarded my entire presence and it’s not cool anymore. It’s alarming how he was just blocking me off from actually interacting with him. I waited for this for the whole week and I still have to struggle. What the actual fuck.I became stricken with panic as I watched Ambrose continue to put his clothes on without turning his back to acknowledge my unwanted presence. For a short while, I thought of jumping down below and swim back to the riverbank or climbing down the boulder just to catch up to him. I felt stupid. I chose to climb down instead and I was already rushing towards Ambrose. I picked up my pace even though I’m feeling the hard surface of the rocks and pebbles on the soles of my feet. Slowing down wasn&rsquo
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 24.3: Dancing into the Storm
AUGUSTI tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.I already forgot about the fighting days between me and Ambrose. That was months and months ago and after he confessed his feelings towards me, I became extra confident to let go of that memory. Letting of the bad memory was certainly a bad idea on my part but I’m not going to regret
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 24.4: Dancing into the Storm
AUGUSTIt was just a three-word phrase but it was more than enough to reverberate throughout my head. I’m starting to feel giddy but I have to keep my cool. I don’t even think I felt this crazy when Rachel said the same exact phrase to me. That one was pretty obvious and that’s because I don’t really love her. I like her as a person, as a strong woman, as the way she was but I never really felt love in terms of romance for her. In spite all of that, Ambrose uttered the words with such burning emotion that I’ve never seen of him ever since I came here at Mary Heights. The words were loud and resonating that I instantly connected with it. My world was just losing control a few moments ago all because of him but the moment he spat that phrase, it transformed to a brighter one. A better world filled with rainbows and butterflies. It seems that the storm had passed by and I’m glad it did.Ambro
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 24.5: Dancing into the Storm
AUGUSTI have been over the moon about all of this and maybe that was the sole reason why I did not notice how things went by. It was basically a whirlwind. Things went pretty fast that I wasn’t in the right mental state to be observant of the moment. The trip to Ambrose’s house was just me holding tight on his ripped torso and the rush of wind just ruthlessly whipping my necktie off. I found myself hopping down from Ambrose’s motorcycle right after he parked at his usual parking spot. The sun was just about to set and the skies was dyed with a beautiful raw orange hue. We can’t generally see the sun because of the house and all of the trees surrounding this place but we can still see the sky. The sun’s rays were bright enough that there were filaments of the orange hue slitting from every direction. There were some birds flying around just giving us the sign that it’s going to be dark soon enough.&nbs
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 24.6: Dancing into the Storm
AUGUST“What are you doing?” My eyes gawked at Ambrose’s beautifully sculpted body and there’s no denying the fact that the inner gay August inside of me was on the verge of melting. “W…why the fuck are you naked?” I was stuttering a bit and I guess I’m sweating mentally too. I can’t speak straight and that’s all on Ambrose and the teasing game that he was trying to play.He ignored me and just gave me this mischievous grin that’s sending me to a land of giddiness and butterflies. I swallowed hard and I can’t even spare a split second to look away from this beautiful creature that’s standing right in front me.“Ambrose,” I trailed the moment as I was just about to enter panic mode when he began pulling down his pants. “What the fuck, Ambrose?!” I’m starting to think a bit different and quite naugh
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