Karla picks me the last.We are going clubbing tonight to celebrate Karla's payrise. I won't be drinking but hey! I will have fun with these two little monsters of mine and that's all that matters.I climb at the back of Karla's old jeep, which was given to her by her dad when she went to college. Her dad died two years ago. She was as broken as I was when my dad died but good thing, we were there for her through every step of the way and here she is!I am in a black leather coat, a little black leather frock and black leather thigh high boots. I love the Gothic look I have pulled on today and I just can't wait to have mad fun tonight. "Ramon said you should have these," Riana turns to face me at the back and hands me a box. "He says he's sorry..I open the box and inside is a box of oreos and an "I'm sorry" note written in bold red. Ore

Ramon comes to pick me up that Sunday morning.I step out of my house and see him in a plain white shirt and dark jeans, sitting on top of his car.One look at me and a smile curves on his sensuous lips. It feels like it's some kind of gesture to tell me I look gorgeous in this simple white long dress and simple wedges.Put on a long decent dress, Ramon had insisted and this is the best I could pull.He doesn't say much through the entire ride. I just stare outside the window, asking myself a tonne of questions. Why am I here? Why do I feel so safe around him yet I barely know him? Why is my heart throbbing so hard and why are my hands sweating? Why does he make me feel so uneasy? So nervous? Not in a bad way though... Strangely, in a good exciting way..."We are here," he announces.The car stops outside a huge building with a cross on top.

I hop out of bed.I strike the curtains open and stand beside the window.What! Ramon is outside my house?He is seated on top of his car, looking up at me with a wide grin across his face. His white teeth are gleaming brilliantly in the dark. He signals for me to go down.Jeez! I'm in my pajamas! Should I change? No! He already saw you in pajamas. What will he think when he sees you changed into some fancy clothes? That you're Sooooo crazy about him? No way! I'm not changing! On opening the door, he is already standing at the doorstep. He has his white shirt untucked and the striped silk tie hanging loosely on his neck.Both his hands are hidden behind his back. He's hiding something and he has that mischievous smile on his face."What are you doing at my house past midnight?" I ask sourly.He lifts his hand and signals, "

I just had lunch.I was in deep thought and anxious the whole time. A couple of minutes from now, I'll find out the truth. I'll know who killed my dad and send the motherfucker straight to jail. Or maybe I might kill him and get away with the murder. He deserves to die.I hear a knock on the door.My secretary glides into my office holding a bouquet of red roses. She gives them to me with a sweet smile."Someone sent them.""Who?" I ask, confused."I don't know.""Thank you."She leaves my office.The red roses are nicely-scented and smell so fresh. I quickly take the card inside and read it.Thinking about you, Ramon.Ugh!He should be sending flowers to precious Marisa not me.I take my phone and text Ramon:Me

 I'm driving from work.  I had a long sad day at work today. The whole mom-saga is stuck on my mind like a pest. It's still unbelievably horrific that she is dad's killer.  I just drove past a bar. For a moment there, I felt like stopping by and having a couple of drinks...  Maybe a couple of drinks could drown this... This sadness... But then I recalled all those days and nights in the rehab. The loneliness. The pathetic food. The confiscated rooms. The place was like hell... I would NEVER want to go back to that fucking place. Plus, I have to be strong and stable more than ever now that I have a million-dollar company to run. I drive through the gravel driveway to my parking lot.  I am floating to my house when my phone suddenly rings in my bag.  Uncle...  I quickly pick up