DRUG

Things with a bad motive never had a good end.

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I paid the bill and we left the shop. Putting  the box on the seat, I drove towards the mansion.

Seeing my boy sleeping on the seat, I put my other hand near his face and adjusted his small body. He was only three but he acted more  mature than his age. 

I already regretted not being with him in his early days and don't want to regret more. He was the only one I am alive..taking breaths  or else I would be long dead after she left me.

 I read her diary daily, so that I regretted every day..every minute of my life. 

Reaching to the mansion, I pulled Alex to my shoulder and bodyguards opened the gate.

 I take him towards his room and lay him on his bed.  

His room was decorated by my sister, when he was born...and  She decided to complete her graduation and went back to the USA. 

I went towards the