It was 3:27am when Antonio woke me up from my mini sleep to "talk". As usual, I had my heart beating faster than
Vacation was over, it was time to go back home, and I still didn't have the courage to ask Antonio if what I heard that night, he truly said it. A part of me told me he was happy that I wasn't awake to give him a response; another part of me told me that he was disappointed that I never said anything. I really did want to, but a lot of thoughts were going through my head. What if he didn't really say it? Then I'd put him in a tight spot, where he'd have to confess something he didn't feel. Not only would that be embarrassing, it would be unfair to him, I would feel like I was trying to rush him, but I had a plan, a plan I was going to execute at home.The flight back home wa
It had been three days, and I hadn’t heard any information from Antonio concerning Dan. Probably the information he gave was fake, and he just used it to get a job.I tried to keep my distance from him ever since then, I didn’t know why he wanted from me, and for all I knew, he could be crazy dangerous.
Going to work felt too much for me, because I knew I was going to see something that would put me off; maybe I should’ve listened to Antonio when he told me to stab work, and stay home. My mental health was at risk at that point.I arrived at work a little later than I was supposed to, and when I got to my office, I was met with an anon
By 6:30 am, my eyes were still open, I couldn’t sleep. Everything just kept tugging at my mind, feeding me thoughts I knew I shouldn’t be having.Even if something was wrong, would Antonio tell me about it? I mean everything that I knew about him, people told me, and they always thought I knew about it, so I could believe there was some
I was still finding it hard to wrap my head around what Dan had said. To some extent, I could understand where this Samantha was coming from, but wanting to kill the child wasn’t it.“You know, finding you was hard,” Dan said.
“Dan, was his identity really fake?” I asked him, all traces of smile, gone from my face.“What?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably on his seat.
I hurried to my room to pack my stuff; it was stupid of me to start getting too comfortable anyway. I shoved all my belongings into my box and in no time, I was done.All of me still hoped Antonio was going to ask me to stay back, because I really didn’t want to leave, not while his mind wasn’t right. A part of me wanted to go back to the off
It had been two weeks, two weeks since Antonio and I broke up, and two weeks since I took up mother duty. Diego was a really good child, despite all the things he had been through with his mother, he kept smiling and living life like the happy kid he was.