"Arnold! Arnold! All he said are lies. He just want to ruin our relationship. Arnold! Will you please just listen to me, talk to me please. Please Arnold!" I defended again when we got to the living as he tried to leave for the room, leaving me all alone."What have you both done in the past?" He turned to face me, wrapped his arm around him and said further, "he mentioned you guys had something in the past, and you are here telling me everything are lies? I was there Monica. I have been there for so long while you guys are chatting. I heard everything he said to you, everything! Why did you came back to me when you don't actually love me anymore? You should have just let me leave for abroad instead of you coming back to me. You should have just be with him. I would have let you go if you told me back then that you are happy with him, with just his touch on your skin, but you told me you guys had no relationship or whatsoever. Why are you doing this?" He gestured now, with his

I knocked at the wooden door in the house. I forgot to mention the house being of different phases. The room was just a little stepped away from the living room with other rooms beside it. Since Arnold had decided to pack his luggage away from our room to avoid me, he had made the guest room his.I switched on my phone to check what time it was as I got no response while knocking at the door for the past few minutes now. Has he slept already? I need to speak to Arnold this night. I just hoped he opened up the door for me. I knocked again, there comes a slight opened of the door. My heart skipped as I held on the door knob. I shut my eyes closed and moved inside the bedroom after few seconds of drama.I am just being scared of what the outcome could be. I stood closed to the door after I locked it back.The only brightness that was visible in the room was that of his screen laptop. I heard the sound as he used his finger tips on the keyboard. He sat on the bed like a student reading f

"Are you there Monica?" Fedrick's  voice came through the phone immediately I peered it in my ear."I am listening Fedrick. Why do you call so late at night?" I cupped my forehead on my hand."I am sorry I called so late. I and Victor just departed, I am driving home now." Horns of cars sounded over the phone, disturbing my ear drum."Oh! What happened over there? Are you able to bring down something?""Monica, like I said, Victor had this planned  down for so long. I don't really know who to believe right now. I don't know what really happened that night, but he repeated all he said to you, to me this night. He said you had something, he let me know you are not in your right mind so he took advantage of that. He said it confidently that he enjoyed every bit of the night. You guys had intimacy girl, think about it. I am not able to record such nasty things, there is no prove in it. It will only make it worse.""This can't be. How come I don't

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear.I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm."Oh my God! Ar–" I ran down to him at the dining table. He raised up his hand to stop me before I could get to him. "This is not the time to be stubborn. Let me–""Don't come close to me!" His breathing started all over as he growled, then he flung the broken glass cup on the white table with the same bloody hand to the floor."Arrgh!" I covered my mouth in reaction. The tears came again. I have never seen Arnold in this kind of situation, not even in such anger."Brother!"

Arnold was rushed into the operation room just immediately we got to the city hospital. I paced about the reception in his blood stained all over my pink pyjamas. A familiar smell overcame me, the pungent smell of the hospital that reeked of my nostrils. The smells of sickness, antiseptic, mortality, the putrid smells that would make you never want to be in here. This is not a place anyone wanted to be. Not even the problems and the tears you see in patients faces. The place was clean and tidy, so I  don't need to feel irritated about anything at all.  Just then, a patient was rushed in with an oxygen in his nose. The female guardians eyes were heavy with tears as she roamed about in confusion. She was a slim and dark skinned lady robed in a fabric styled in gown. Her hair was messy, in brown colour. She wandered down to the waiting room where few patients are. I guessed those ones are appointed patients.I caught a guy at the middle of the pa