Chapter 15

"I'm sorry, Red," he said in between his sobs, "I'm really sorry."

I chose to keep silent because I already made up my mind. If I would reply, he would only try harder to convince me. Tears were always my weakness, and I was afraid I would give in if he continued his drama. I couldn't define what I was feeling for him because his unrestrained tongue would always ruin every sprout of affection that I had for him.

Those five years I chose to endure were more of my way of paying him because I owe him my profession and my existence. It was never difficult to love him--he's sweet if he was in a good mood. He's generous to my wants and needs, and he always wanted the best for me. He bought me an expensive car, surprised me with signature stuff, and gave me access to his bank accounts. He never questioned, nor complained whenever I went out of the line and spend on something irrational.

Yet, his weakness was his short temper and his endless nagging. Ever