Mag-log in"How is he doing? Is he doing fine? Has he gotten married to Bianca? Do they have any kids...? I'm curious about those things," I explain.He lets out a sigh before taking a bite of his steak. He also drinks his whiskey before bringing his attention back to me."So...?""Mr. Darian is fine. You don't have to worry about him," he tells me."He is fine? Do you mean he is alive?""Yes, he's alive and well. You don't have to worry about him.""But why haven't I heard from him in a long time?""You heard from him recently. You messaged each other.""How am I sure he's the one who actually replied to me? I didn't even hear his voice. This is unlike him.""That's because he is really busy now. You know his future ambition. He is focusing on it. He is focusing on building himself.""So, does this mean that he got married to her? Did he marry Bianca?" I question.He pauses and stares at me again before shaking his head. "He did. He married her," he answers.My shoulders fall once I hear this.
I take a deep breath before dialing his number. The call goes through, and as it rings, my heart rings with it.This is the first time in four years I've called him. But I'm not reaching out to him because I want to, but because it's absolutely necessary.I need to warn him. I think I told Michael more than necessary. Thinking about it now, I didn't have to give Michael so much information. But because I was feeling bad about the way I treated him, I gave him too much information about Darian.I regret it. I regret ever trusting him. I regret ever going to his house. During these past few years, I did my best to stay away from trouble. I can't believe I got into one.The call rings to the end and stops.Why didn't he take my call? Has he forgotten about me? Has he deleted my number? No. Can't be. Darian won't easily forget me. That's one thing I'm sure of. He won't forget me that easily.I dial his number a second time. The call goes through but rings to the end without an answer.Sho
"Michael..." I whisper as I struggle to keep my eyes open."Michael, did you... Did you put something in my drink?" I ask as I struggle to stand up, but he doesn't let me stand and pushes me back into the seat. His phone rings, and he takes the call."Hello, yes.""I have everything under control.""Yes, I got her confession," he says. He ends the call after a few seconds and turns his gaze to me."How do you feel? Do you feel sleepy?""You put something in my drink," I mutter."No, I didn't. You bought the wine, remember? Well, I spiked your cup, not your wine. You'll fall asleep shortly. The drug is pretty powerful. Do not try to fight it. It's not good for you to fight it. You'll only end up hurting yourself," he says.Why? Why would he drug my drink? Why?Is it because I turned him down? Is it because of how I embarrassed him at the restaurant a few days ago? Just why? Why?!Anyway, this is not the time to ask those questions. I need to figure out a way to leave before he harms me
I take a taxi and go home. Once I get to my apartment, I don't hesitate. I immediately lock the door, take off my clothes, and throw myself on the bed. I pull the duvet over me and close my eyes.The second I close my eyes, my phone begins to ring. I open my eyes and look around. My phone is still inside my bag. It's ringing from there. But I'm not going to answer.I know who is calling, and I know why he is calling. I can't take the call. What should I say to him? What excuse can I give him? I shouldn't have run out the way I did. I've wronged him. I'm very embarrassed right now.I ignore the phone and cover my ears with the pillow.No. Please. Please stop calling. Please, Michael. I can't do this right now.The call rings to the end but starts again.At the third ring, I forcefully rise from the bed, take my phone from my bag, and end the call. Then I switch off the phone.I don't leave my room for the next two days. I restrict all my activities to my apartment.On the third day, Mi
I'm going on a date with Michael. It's been three months since we got together, and he asked to see me today. He said today was special and asked me to dress nicely.I've chosen my outfit of the day: a light blue gown, a red bag, and black heels with light makeup. I'll style my hair in a ponytail, with a few strands framing my face.I've pictured how I'll look in this outfit, and I think I'll look really beautiful.But I need to take my bath first. I still have three more hours before the date.I go into the bathroom and spend about forty-five minutes before stepping out.After drying off, I proceed to apply my lotion. I also apply my makeup. I make it very light. Then I put my hair up in a ponytail. Once my makeup and hair are ready, I put on my outfit of the day and pick up my purse.I stand in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection.I look beautiful. No. I am beautiful. It came out the way I imagined it. I love it.The sound of car horns attracts my attention, and I rush to
"Ms. Amelia Vale?" Someone calls.I turn and see a nurse."Your results are out. Please come with me," she says.I grab my bag, stand up, and follow her. Finally, the results are out. I can't wait to see what they say. But I can't deny the fact that I'm nervous and scared.Scared about what the results will say. What if they say that I have cancer and will die very shortly? What if they name one serious illness? Oh my! I'm not ready for this.I stop walking. The nurse also stops once she notices that I'm no longer following her."Ms.? Are you okay?"I nod my head and continue. "I am. Give me a minute." I clear my throat and follow her again.We stop in front of an office, and the nurse knocks. She announces my arrival before stepping out of the way."Dr. V will attend to you. He'll explain your results to you," the nurse says."Thank you," I say.The nurse walks away, and I slowly open the office door. Once I'm inside, I close the door behind me."Hello, welcome, Ms. Amelia. Please, h







