All Chapters of Don't be Fooled: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gert brought her the box she buried in the evening. Amara spent all night looking at them. It was all that's left of her old life. Pictures of Amara, her mother, and father, and there are pictures with her stepfather. She buried those things to help her forget the horror of her past. But no matter how hard she tried, the nightmares never go away.As Amara grew up, she was able to bury those nightmares away. When she started to be an escort girl, she started to lose them. Amara thought being in the company of different men every night is what helped her.But from time to time, Amara would still have those nightmares. Her stepfather entering her room the moment her mother leave their house. He would ask her to strip naked and sit at the edge of her bed.He would do to her things that a child should never have known. Amara can still remember how terrified she was every time he would come into her room. There are times Amara wanted to tell her mom what was happening

Darson was planning on stepping up his game. He wants Amara to know he really feels for her. He asked his friends to help him. They prepared the venue for his surprise, decorated it with beautiful flowers, despite the complaints of his friends that what they were doing is the definition of being gay.But when he went to Amara's house, she was not there. He can't help but feel sad that she didn't even bother to tell him. There he thought that they were becoming closer. With heavy heart, Darson asked his friends to disassemble everything. There's no use for them anyway."Dar, oh my God! You are drunk. What happened to you? I thought you were setting up a surprise for Amara?" Kristine almost fell backwards when Darson appeared in front of her after she opened the door."What? Me? No! I'm not drunk. Just tipsy." Darson said in a slurred voice."What happened?""Well, let's see? I enlisted my whole gang to set up a beautiful and gay surprise that I have

Finally, Sullivan decided to come home. It's been a long time since he last saw his family. For the few weeks, his only connection to his family is his daughter's grave. He's been visiting the cemetery for almost everyday. Things that he wanted to tell to his family, things that he could only tell to her daughter, because no one would listen to him. But, this time, he will not be afraid anymore. Dodging his family won't do him any good. It will only prolong the inevitable. His discussion with his family has been long overdue. And when he knocked on their door, he was expecting a yell, or an angry face to welcome him. Instead, his eldest daughter opened the door for him with a smile. "Hey, dad. It's good to see you again. Welcome home." "Hey, sweety. How are you? Where's your mother?" "We're doing great, Dad. Mom's at her sister's house. Aunt Marie called asking for help about the decoration of her house." "Well, your Aunt Marie never had a sen

Loving someone is never easy. The things we to do for the ones we love. The things we have to endure. Love can either be a tale of magic, and wonder. Or it can be an unending hell of pain, and sorrow. Love can be the best thing that even happened to a person's life or the worst. Love can drive us crazy in a good way, or it can drive us crazy in the darkest way possible.The love that Amara's mother had for her made her life a living hell. She knew that the reason why her mother can't bear the life of being alone is because of her. Her mother wanted her to grow up with at least a semblance of complete family. She was blind about the danger of having a stranger in their lives."Amara, why don't have a husband yet?" Arman asked while they were having their breakfast."My life is not so different to yours. I grew up with a dead beat dad, getting beaten almost everyday. Then he died because of his life style. My mother found another man. She thought that man would br

Darson arrived at Amara's front door. He didn't tell Amara that he was coming because he wanted to surprise her. He even brought newly purchased books for Armaan. For some reason, he felt responsible for the child. Seeing him struggle, and how he tries to be strong, Darson felt like he wanted to help him. Now, his feelings is no longer just for Amara, it's for Arman, too."Darson, Amara is not here." Arman's shocked face is what Darson saw after knocking at the door."Hey, buddy. I brought you something." Darson showed the paper bags he's holding."Uhm, come in." Arman opened the door wider to let him in.Both of them proceeded to the living room, where Arman was watching an action movie. Darson smiled when he realized that Arman is not like other kids. He doesn't like to play, or watch cartoons. He's way matured for his age."You like to read educational books, right? I bought these for you.""Uh, thank you. Amara won't be back until tonigh