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Thirty-Seven
“You are wrong”
“When I sit and wait for people to lie to me, I’m usually paid in the process” If he didn’t need the man’s help, he’d throw him out of the room.
“Shit Luke, I’m not lying. I didn’t know anything about her back then. I don’t even know her that much now”
“Right. What do you feel about her?”
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A Word of Praise Thirty-Eight
Shit. Kiara knew she shouldn’t have said that, but all those memories and emotions were prickling through her skin. She thought that at least her mumbled words would be enough to get him stunned for a while, but of course she wouldn’t be that lucky. “What are you talking about?”“Nothing” She closed her eyes hard, trying to think of a way out. “You said I’m a murderer”
A Word of Praise Thirty-Nine
A week had come and gone after thanksgiving and Chris was still not feeling like himself. The world went on with its business, but he couldn’t do the same. He was miserable because the thought of her was keeping him from enjoying the things he loved and making him despise even more the things he hated.Running in the park with Batman was great, but he couldn’t shake the image of her playing with the dog on the beach. Besides, he began to approach every black-haired slim female he spotted on the street, which caused Chris to cut the run short almost every day. Work was by far
A Word of Praise Fourty
For some reason unknown to mankind, Chris found himself at his parents’ home an hour before dinner, at one of the most aggravating conversations he ever had. “She’s not right for you” Edgar stated clearly. His mother was awfully quiet. “And why is that?” He didn’t tell them they were not together anymore – or ever – and wasn’t sure why. For some reason, Chris was putting up with that torture when he had a clear way out. But he’d go through that if they were a real couple, and maybe he just wanted to know how it’d b
A Word of Praise Fourty-One
“I’m the one who should be asking” Chris retorted, annoyed. Damn, where did that come from? He noticed Patricia’s widened eyes, also surprised at his quarrelsome behavior. “Watch it, boy. You are stepping out of line.” Edgar’s jaw was clenched, and Chris tried to recall the last time he’d been so worked up because of him. He was probably sixteen, so it was about time to shake things up a bit. But before he could answer, his mother spoke.“It’s late, maybe we should all go to bed.” Her tone was never that soothing, another
A Word of Praise Fourty-Two
The loud pop music was ringing in Kiara’s ears while she tried to dance her sorrow away. A whole week, and she still felt like shit. “I’m clocking you on that funeral dancing, baby girl.” Michael reappeared out of nowhere after spending a suspicious amount of time in the bathroom of that poorly lit club.“And I’m clocking you on having a blowjob in the bathroom.” “Touché. But it’s my birth
A Word of Praise Fourty-Three
“Can we talk about this later? Your hands are skinned!” His tone was worried, and she closed her eyes to focus. She breathed in and ignored his voice for a second. Water. She needed running water. She walked towards the small sink backstage and tried to open the tap, but her hands were not responding.“Open,” she commanded. As she felt the water soothing her wound, she was able to concentrate better. What the hell was he doing there? She almost didn’t believe it when she saw him in the crowd, and his presence made all her concentration go down the drain.
A Word of Praise Fourty-Four
She looked at him dumbfounded, but he was looking ahead at the road. Did he realize what he just said? She wanted to ask but didn’t really know how. Maybe he didn’t mean it. It was just a figure of speech. It didn’t take long for them to reach his apartment, but it felt like hours of excruciating silence to Kiara. She was not one to dwell on words and feelings, but then again, she was not used to those particular ones. They got in to find a warm welcome – to Kiara. She loved the giant dog and embraced him as best she could without using her hands.
A Word of Praise Fourty-Five
As they sat down, Kiara realized how hard it would be to eat a sandwich without her hands. She kept looking at it, but eventually heard him laugh and get a knife, fork, and plate to cut it into small pieces for her. When he was done, he took a piece and brought it to her mouth. What the hell?“You are not hand-feeding me.” She lowered her brows. He must have noticed how pathetic it was, so he dropped the fork and sat back. Her hands might be hurt, but she could still get the fork between her index and middle finger. They ate a few bites in silence, and she felt the need to c
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