CHAPTER 32

L'ARC PARIS

The atmosphere of the nightclub was wrapped in muck sweat due to the grinding bodies and whiffs of cigarettes and weed. The ill-lit bouncy lights made the place exciting for youngsters and a harbor for illegal affairs. The shouts and hoots did nothing to erase the molesting memories out of Benjamin's brain. The sparkling liquid swirling in his glass was a perfect illustration of the emotions he was feeling.

The morning instances flashed in his brain. He had chosen to jog to empty the burden of encounters but returned with a steel boulder on his shoulders. It was ruffling and perturbing for him. He drowned himself with another set of drinks in an attempt to wash the stains of reverberating voices.

He had gone berserk on Carl for driving him to her place and intruding in his personal life. But from inside, he was scared. Scared of saying or doing something that could cause her pain. He desperately wanted but couldn't. So they silently left after a t