Getting to a rundown street under the clear blue sky, the scowling Syntia burst through the front door of a ramshackle multi-storey building. Ignoring the greetings of other tenants smoking and going out with their daily lives, Syntia jogged up the railingless staircase, furiously rolling up her knitted sweater.
"I don't just get it. Why on earth would these ugly old men go after young girls their granddaughter's age? Why?" She shoved her hand into her leather purse- its rough surface peeling off like the walls of the building. "How many fucking jobs now? Gosh! I'm so pissed right now to the point of running back there to chop off his little dick and shove it up his craggy mouth! Motherfucker!"
As though growing impatient, fishing for something as she stood in front of a frail wooden door, Syntia kicked the door hard, it rattled a bit then went still. She uprooted a bunch of rusty keys from her purse, then inserted a key into the lock. With a shaggy click, the door swung open.
"Where on earth am I gonna get another job?" She flopped face down on a messy bed.
A calm beam squeezed its way through a thin crack in the window, casting a soft glow in the cluttered small room. Syntia tossed on the littered bed pressed to the wall, her blood gushing wildly through her veins with each creak of the springs under the small bed frame.
Rubbing her face lifelessly as though she was carrying the weight of the world on her head, Syntia heaved a deep sigh. "There's no time to pick grains from the heap of sand, Syntia… you have bills stacked up to the roof… to settle..." Her shaky voice crawled on her bare skin and sunk into her aching heart, melting it bit by bit.
Shuffling into an adjacent darkened space, Syntia paused, her open palms met her face as that sharp headache struck her hard.
"This is– this is way too much for me. Just how… how do I get past such bad luck following me like… especially with those hungry wolves lurking around?" Slowly sinking to the floor, her head shifted from side to side. "I might as well find myself in the jungle soon- at least there'd be free supplies, right?" She felt her throat closing up, as tears streamed down her face, crying her heart out in anguish.
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"Kelvin, please listen to me for once in your life!"
"I will not have you refresh a dead memory, Hanord! So shut the hell up and let it die there!"
As the hospital staff and patients drooled at the handsomeness of both men filling their longing hearts, Hanord tried to catch up with the scowling Kelvin marching down the doctor's area as if crushing on rocks. He studied Kelvin's dark aura seeping through his flared nostrils .
"We both know it isn't, Kelvin." He swallowed, glancing at Kelvin's face. "We–"
Kelvin slowed down, he turned his head sharply towards Hanord. "Digging up things like that will not be tolerated! Oh, because I said I wanted to try out some nice tits from the slum? Is that the reason for this shit, Hanord?!"
"You should have seen that young woman, Kelvin. Believe me, she…"
Kelvin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just shut up and get back to the office. Just go."
"Kelvin…"
"Enough, Hanord!"
As if struck by lightning, Hanord stumbled backward, he turned on his heels and dashed out. Onlookers huddled together, trying to stay steady as if they were standing on a sinking ground.
Later still, Kelvin's heart tumbled like laundry in a washing machine as his squinted eyes fixed on a doctor's face.
"What did you just say, Doctor Smith? Did I–" His blood shot eyes glistened.
Wringing his hands, Smith shifted his weight, looking at every other spot but refused to get burnt in the fiery pit in Kelvin's eyes. "We are so sorry, Mr. Blakes. We… we will try our best to make sure little King gets better." His low voice tumbled out through his trembling lip. "We removed fluids to help with his breathing. He's fine now, but without the dialysis, I'm afraid it–"
"Shut up, Smith!"
"Please we need to continue with the dialysis to help–"
"Will you shut that fucking hole in that hell of a face!"
The doctors cowering by the door, as Smith jumped at the sharp bang of Kelvin's voice, hitting the walls. Sweat beads rolled down their pale faces.
"I told you to get my boy a kidney befitting his status. Without stains. My son is tired of you sticking that shit in him!"
"It's for the–"
"Everyone out! Out, you worthless piece of fresh shit!"
The doctors in white lab coats scurried out of doctor Smith's office, leaving Kelvin now standing beside King, the chubby curly haired boy who fainted at the preschool. Kelvin gazed at the little boy who struggled to crack his eyes open. He shut his eyes, then rubbed his face.
The shaky Smith cautiously watched King laying on an examination table, then shifted his gaze at Kelvin who looked exhausted.
"He is just a child, Doctor Smith. Why– just why would he get such a terrible thing at this age?"
One of the doctors in a plastic slip-on shoes stopped, just about to shut the door. Then crept back into the office.
"There is still much hope, Mr. Blakes. Please be strong for him, he needs all the love and care more than before." She glanced at Smith who held her unsettled gaze.
Kelvin grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Fuck!" This is so wrong. So, so fucking wrong! He's just too little to pass through such pain."
"Daddy?" The tiny voice weakly crawled out.
"Yes, Daddy's here." He caressed King's cheek. "You good, boy?"
"Mm-hmm. But…" He swept his eyes searchingly around the office." Where's Nana, Daddy? I told Miss Gloria I wanted Nana's bear hugs." As he pouted, his head drooped. Kelvin ruffled his son's silky hair, its richness was identical to his. "I told you your Nana can't be disturbed for now until she gets better." "I know… But I still miss her." "How many nights did I say she would be back for?" "Eight…" He held his little hands up and started counting his fingers while they watched him with a grin slowly growing on their lips. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. Eight nights more, Daddy." "Very good, King!" Blinking hard, King's cheeks turned red. He glanced at his father towering on his body still laying flat on the examination table. "Can we go now, Daddy?" "Uhh, not sure about that, son." "I don't like coming here! It makes me puke all the time!" Scowling at his father, King folded his arms around his chest. "Hey, little man. How are you feeling now?" Smith ging
In King's classroom at Elite Kiddies Lounge, colorful balloons filled the large space. The atmosphere reeked of giggles and laughter from the lively kids and their parents. At one corner of the classroom, Hanord followed the lustful eyes of Kelvin as they fixed on a young woman's backside, all the way out the open double doors. "Did you see that girl?" "We're here for father and parents time with their kids, not to haunt for girls!" Hanord muttered through gritted teeth. "Doing some window shopping isn't that bad. I should–" He leaned next to Kelvin's ear, shutting him up. "Look around you, Kelvin, you are in your son's classroom for fuck's sake. Jeez! Control your libido for just a moment." Eyeing Hanord, Kelvin grunted deeply. "Today, no chasing of skirts, yeah? Don't disgrace the little guy." He glanced at little King pouting as though ready to cry any minute. King shared a sad glance with Hanord, his eyes wet and shaky. A little girl wearing pigtails held a plate of cookies
In that candle lit room, bare chested and in his boxers, Hanord sat cross legged on a rug at the foot of his bed, staring into space. The hard beat of his heart could crack and even damage a wall. As he sank deeper into his thoughts, that fresh after shower smell wafted through his nostrils, stiffening his body. "You look lost, baby. What is it this time, uh?" That soft voice showered on him like sprinkles from the heavy turned-on shower. The slender woman's hand waving in his face was blurry to his sight, until that tap on his shoulder. Reaching for his face, with a start, Hanord's head snapped. Orange glow from the flickering candles danced across the young woman's face. Realizing it was his wife, as he stared hard at her, his face contorted. Wearing a short nightgown with her bare nipples looking straight at Hanord, she crouched down in front of his face. "Is it a woman, Hanord? Did you cheat on me again this time?" "What?" Confusion washed over his face. Natasha, Hanord's wif
In the cozy room, her moans filled the room as she twitched. When she thought bathing herself in that honey state in front of the public would be the end, it was only but the beginning of her troubles. That mystery man tormenting her mind, was hard to push away. With that view, on a large couch, the soft but smooth muscular figure lifted Syntia's legs above his broad shoulders, then spread them apart. Swallowing hard, she watched him settle between her thighs. "I'm starting to get addicted to pink, Syntia. Fuck!" Syntia's cheeks flushed when he lowered his head, studying her exposed pussy entrance. The hungry grin playing on his lips made her melt into liquid. With great struggles, she tried to put his blurry face together but it seemed like a heavy task each time he tampered with her body. "I don't think we should. We--" "Shh!" Shushing, Syntia's shuddering naked body pinned beneath him, with his finger pressed against her lips, she felt his hand caressing hidden parts of her b
The whistling of the wind outside was almost deafening as it swept through the empty space, rustling Adam's hair. He unstrapped King's car seat, and then scooped him into his arms. King's head rested on his chest, but his legs flailed wildly. "I want--I want popsicles, uncle Adam. Get me one, please. Daddy isn't being nice to me today." "King, I know you want it now, but you need to listen to your Daddy. Your doctor friend wants you to--" "No! I want it now! Nana will–will--" Sighing deeply, Adam stroked the little boy's back as he watched his face crumpled like a handkerchief. Facing the sturdy skyscraper, his phone rang. With one hand firmly holding little King, Adam shoved the other into his pocket, rooting his phone out. From the other end, a grey haired woman in an elegant white gown idly sat in a rocking chair, her legs crossed, facing a huge fireplace with a wide mantle. She watched intently as the fire crackled. The glowing flame illuminates the dimly lit room. Behind her,
Right outside Diamond mall, thunder rumbled as lightning crackled down, illuminating the tarred road, with rain pattering furiously. At the parking lot, Adam unfastened King from his car seat. The happy little boy skipped as they entered the well lit mall. Shoppers turned and stared lovingly at the cute and adorable little boy gripping Adam's hand as they found their way in. "What flavor would you like to have, King? They have lots here." With a smile, Adam playfully stroked King's chubby cheek. "Hmm…" Little King pinched his chin and tilted his head back slightly, deep in thought. Adam chuckled lightly, noticing the loving eyes on the boy. Everyone stopped and stared at the adorable child laughing ecstatically and doing a happy dance as he gazed at the popsicles displayed in front of them. "I want that… that… that…" King licked his lips. Leaning against a shelf, Adam stood beside the little boy. Then his phone rang. He quickly shoved his hand in his pocket, he froze, staring at
Right in an elegant, modern suite, on the highest floor of the hotel, Kelvin stripped himself bare, then strolled into an exquisite bathroom seeping sweet smell. He stood under a showerhead, lather his body and let the lukewarm water cascade down his glass skin. The steam rose, dimming the view as he showered. Now, all done. He slipped into a bathrobe, dialed a number and poured his thunderous voice through. His face contorted with fury. "I'm gonna fucking kill you with my bare hands! How dare--" A soft knock on the door, trailed his voice. Kelvin gazed at the door, furrowing his brow. His jaw clenched. Out in the hallway, a quivering figure, drenched from head down, stood by the door. When they turned their faces toward their view; it was Adam. He chewed his nails nervously. Inside the suite, Kelvin pressed a button on the smooth wooden nightstand beside the neatly made bed covered with a comforter. Beside the bed, a red toy train and other colourful toys were neatly placed in a
"Mom, I've got no time for this. Please." "Let me speak with my grandson. What's this joke?!" "King has gone to bed, he said his goodnight early because–" "You can't fool your mother, Kelvin! I'm gonna take the first flight back home to see my grandson!" "Stay and get better for fuck's sake, Mom. He's fine! Christ!" Still on the screaming call with his mother, Kelvin paced around his suite. His hand constantly ran through his hair. His bare chest flashed every now and then at the uniformed cops standing by the door. Beside them was the cowering Adam still drenched in his wet clothes. The night had moved too fast, and every minute spent awake, the hole in between, stretched wider in their hearts. "Take your rest, Mom, I'm gonna call back when it's dawn." "You know I speak with that boy every night." "Please rest, Mom. My son misses you too, and you know it." "Ok." With a soft tap on his lit screen, the call was cut off. Furrowing his forehead, Kelvin's head snapped towards th