DAMIAN Goddamnit! What were the bloody odds that I would run into the very person whose existence had gotten me all worked up today? Could this shitty day get even more shittier? I noticed Mr bloody Techfy was sizing me up just as I was doing the same. The thing was, he had me at a distinct disadvantage because while he stood there looking all immaculate in a natty suit, the front of my trousers were soaked right through so that it seemed I had just pissed myself. "I'm so sorry about this," Colin said. The sympathetic bartender also murmured an apology. He handed me a paper towel which Colin took from him and held out to me. I completely ignored it, grabbed one off the counter and mopped up my trousers as best as I could. Colin stooped, picked up the glass and handed it over to the bartender. The bartender looked like he wanted to say something to me, but wisely moved away after I shot him a glare. "My bad," Colin murmured. "I just wasn't looking-" "Damn right, you weren'
AMELIA I stuffed a large piece of toast into my mouth and tried to swallow. It was hard to. I grabbed my cup of coffee and drank half the coffee so fast my eyes started to water. The toast eventually slid down my throat and I sighed in relief. I still ate quickly but a lot more carefully now. I wanted to finish eating breakfast before Damian woke up, not choke myself to death. Practically running away from the house so as not to confront Damain was a cowardly move, I knew that. But this morning, I could not bear to face Damian's wrath. He was sure to be pissed about my date with Colin. Though I knew I had held my own during our argument last night, arguing with him wasn't something I was looking forward to doing on a daily basis. I accidentally scalded my tongue as I tried to gulp down the remaining coffee when I heard footsteps approaching. I visibly relaxed when I seconds later, I saw it was Molly, and not Damian as I had thought. "Yes, Molly. What is it?" I asked. Please,
DAMIAN "Oh sir. You are back." Molly dropped the rag she was using to clean the cooker. She hurried over to me. "Hi. You're busy here I see." She nodded, eyed the grocery bags I had just laid on the counter and reached for them. I shook my head. "Don't bother. I will take care of this. Go home. You have the evening off." "Really? Thanks Mr Damian." I watched her hurry out the kitchen door. I turned to the bags of groceries I had picked up on the way to work. "Here I go," I muttered to myself as I rolled up my sleeves and began unpacking the groceries in preparation for making dinner. On the menu tonight was Amelia's favourite meal and of course, fried chicken. She was partial to fried chicken. I didn't hurry the process, partly because I had come home from work much earlier than usual to cook, and also because I wanted the meal to be finger-licking perfect. Minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of delicious food. An hour before Amelia was due to come ho
AMELIA Why did life have to be so damn difficult? That was the first thought I had the moment I opened my eyes the next morning. Right now, my life was not only difficult, but complicated too. I heaved a sigh and practically had to drag myself out of bed. I did not feel well rested. Not one bit. With battling feelings of guilt, confusion, sadness and more guilt, I had gone to sleep really late last night. And then to top it all up, I had fallen asleep with an image of Damian's hurt expression in my mind's eye. The emotional torture continued this morning as I padded barefoot into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I could not stop thinking about what had happened last night, about what Damain had said. I wanted badly, so badly, for things to go back to the way there were before between Damain and I. I missed our closeness, our camaraderie. I missed the intimacy. All I had to do was close my eyes and it would seem as though I could feel his hands sliding along my- "Ow!" I le
DAMIAN "And why can't you ever give me any practical advice?" I snapped at Anton. He opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again. "How on earth am I supposed to do that if you haven't told me what the problem is yet. I'm not a wizard. Neither am I a mind reader." After a moment's reflection, I realized that Anton was actually right. I hadn't told him anything yet. All I had told him was that I was on the verge of loosing it. I took it for granted that everyone knew my problem. How could they not when I wore it like a batch, day in and day out? I forced myself to stop drumming on the table. To keep them still, I laced my fingers together. "The problem is Amelia," I began. “She’s driving me crazy and trust me, I’ve seen all kind of crazy.” "Aaah. I should have known. She seems to be the only one who can manage to get you this worked up. What has she done this time?" "It's more like what hasn't she done? Ever since her mother left, we have gone back to square one. The first
AMELIA It was like it happened in slow motion. I watched it happen, but I was so surprised that I could not do anything about it. I felt Colin's hands leave my shoulders. My leg throbbed as my knee buckled without his support. As I turned quickly to know why Colin had just stopped supporting, Damian punched Colin in the face in full view of the busy street. Right in front of the reporters. Right in the front of the whole world, because sure as hell, those cameras were streaming what was happening, live. For a long moment, I was speechless. The force of the blow made Colin stagger back a step. He cried out, clapped a hand to his face. Colin's face contorted in rage as he yelled, "How dare you?" Damian growled something intelligible, made a fist and advanced. Colin began to charge forward. My paralysis broke then and I stepped in front of the men. "Stop!" I cried. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Damian?" "Step aside," Colin barked from behind me. "Colin. No. P
ANTON. I watched him work. It was a miracle that he was able to even function with how upset he was. I could see that he was just simply going through the motions, working with a doggedness that was kind of scary. I’d never see him that way, not even when he was on the verge of losing everything. What had happened, Amelia, had sort of created another version of him that I didn’t know quite well. This version terrified me; staring at what seemed to be the clone of your best friend isn’t exactly a welcoming sight. With a sigh, I continued my search on the computer in front of me. Damian had made me promise to help him out with the 'Colin situation' as he called it. Seeing how worked up he was, I had been forced to agree. Now I was waiting for him to finish up work so we could go somewhere else to discuss his next course of action. Damian had also insisted that I looked up everything I could find on Colin on the internet, which was what I was currently doing now. So far, I ha
AMELIA I cracked my knuckles, put on an apron but stopped moving. Someone was behind me. I turned to see Molly staring at me in surprise. She had a weird expression on her face but I smiled back. "Good morning, ma'am," she said. "You'll be wanting breakfast. I'll get it started." She started to move towards the cooker. "Oh no. I'm making breakfast for myself and Damian this morning so you don't have to bother." Molly stared at me in surprise before nodding and moving on. She was no doubt thinking that things were now being done differently around here which was true. I had woken up this morning with a desire to cook for Damian as I used to. It was the least I could do to apologize for my behaviour yesterday. I finished making breakfast fifteen minutes before he was due to come downstairs. I set the table, dished out the food and settled down to wait while sipping a cup of coffee. Damian walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. He was already dressed and looked much