I raised my hand, about to knock on the door, when I halted mid-air, unable to continue. I have no reason why I stop. I lowered my vision to the ground, staring at my feet. I felt nauseating as I tried to focus my attention, but it kept getting back to the same cycle of painfulness. I closed my eyes and then rested my forehead on the door, listening to the howl on the other side. I know he is letting out his feelings, so he will pretend nothing has happened when he steps out of this door.  Just the thought of it fractured my heart. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying. We endure too much. I know it's hard to accept because we can carry this guilt for the rest of our lives. I heard a loud banging, then something crashed. I wanted to go in and stop him, but I knew he would just push me away. It was followed by a long deafening silence. I stood up straight, waiting for him to go out. I backed away a little from the door when he opened it. He abruptly

"Ma'am, do you know her?" the officer asked again, leaning the phone closer to my face. I couldn't find where my tongue was as I skimmed around anywhere but his phone. I know I look dubious right now, but the way the officer looks at me as if he seized me. I chuckled nervously, then steadily shook my head in response. "I don't know her, officer." my voice toned down every word as I lowered my vision on the steering wheel. The officer didn't say anything for a minute. I can feel his stern perception penetrating my core, invading my whole system, dragging me into the pit of the abyss.  After a minute of silence, he stood up straight and then sighed. I glance at him from my side. He's signaling his colleagues in front. They nodded their head and then motioned for my car to go forward. My grip tautened around the wheel, swallowing the lump in my throat. "You can go forward, Ma'am. However, make sure you go h

"Ethan, t-they are catching up," I told him when I glimpsed behind. Dubiety and reverence were clouding my mind as I heard the blistering sound of the siren coming from the automobile and the lights waving in the atmosphere, signaling someone was on the loose. He didn't say anything, but his sprint went faster than before. I hugged him tight, scared to descend dead on the ground. I saw from my side Bobby was enjoying this as he stuck his tongue out. His eyes are on the edge of crying like the wind stroke gratingly on his face. I wish I was just a dog who could bark, sleep and eat all day. My grasp tightened around Ethan when gunshots fired through the sky, and it was followed by a loud alarm. Bobby shrieked, hiding between Ethan's arms. I ingest the dread that's building up in my system. I look up at Ethan, whose eyebrows are furrowed. His ominous eyes are glued on our path. The way he dashed above the roof of the neighborhood was incredibly

"E-ethan, someone is outside." I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen. He was out of his mind as he rocked me like a ravenous creature between my legs. He pursed his lips, taking his time to thrust. I was losing reign too, but the knocking on the door was tenacious. It didn't stop. I was embarrassed they might hear us, so I covered my mouth with the back of my palm, suppressing my wails of ecstasy. "Hello! Is anybody there?" I heard a familiar voice shout outside the porch, then knocking and clicking the bell. My eyes dilated when I realized who it was. Ethan must have recognized it also because his eyes took a side glance at the door, then clicked his tongue. He continued his thrust, but it was more careful this time. He positioned my legs more expansive, and my toes were almost touching the headrest of the couch. I can feel the air that's fondling my skin. The tension continued in my stomach as my legs shook in pleasure when we heard an

"Let's go." he motioned Bobby to his side. Bobby wagged his tail cheerfully, then lifted him up like a child. Ethan pinched Bobby's nose and then looked at me, his eyes gleaming when it was hit by the sunlight. He seems so luminous and a devil-may-care man in front of me. He smiled and then offered his hands to me. "Let's keep ahead, my love," he said in a soothing tone, making my heart beat so quickly and loud. I gulped the tension forming in my throat when the wind blew softly on us. I raised my hand, slowly reaching out for his hands that I knew he would never let go of me once I clasped on. However, I stopped mid-air, contemplating whether to take his hands. Memories of how my life was before I met Ethan resurfaced in my head. It plays so swiftly I can't catch up with the others. I bit my lip, then closed my eyes shaking my head. I wanted to slap myself because why was I having second doubts about all of these? Then