Karen Donna I go out of my room to find Annie and Sapphire sprawled on the floor still watching a movie. I haven't been gone for long anyways. They pause the movie when they see me walking towards them looking like a zombie. "You don't look too good." Sapphire says, leading me to sit on the couch.  I wipe the tears that escapes my eyes immediately, but they are fast to see it. Annie pulls me in for a hug. I soil her clothe with tears. "Talk to us, what's wrong." I Chuck my phone towards them, so they can see the picture showing on ,the screen. "Holy shit." Sapphire mutters, pressing her palm on her mouth. "I'm so calling him." She reaches for her phone but Annie snatched it from her. "Let's not freak out, yet." Annie says and I nod in agreement. "Do you know who she is?" Bile rose up to my throat when I try to speak. I push it back into my stomach, and nod, "yes, she's my bestfriend." I see pity

 Peter Wellington'sA knock on my door wakes me up. I groan, pulling my blanket off me. I got home late after the dinner. It all turned out bad. Thanks to my uncle who couldn't keep his mouth shut. He's always ruining everyone's happiness.After Mike and Karen left to God knows where, I also left the dinning table for some fresh air in the garden. One of my favorite places in my parents house. The garden brings so much memories. Walking to the garden, I spotted Karen and Mike in the corners, saying something to each other. They looked so in love. I hated how my heart broke just staring about them. I used to be like them, with my girlfriend in my arms. The only woman I loved.Natasha.We were so in love. We were glued to each other, not wanting to let go, but she did. She left without a word.She left leaving a broken me to sulk. I remembered when I didn't hear from her for over a week. I was asked

 Peter WellingtonI am intrigued by the way she eats, talks, smiles, laughs. Her eyes sparkles each time she takes a bite from her toast or a sip from her coffee.She has too many similarities to Natasha. If I'm not mistaken, they have almost the same face. Is that why I'm admiring her? Definitely.I still miss every bit of Natasha. I found love in her. We were fine. I was almost going on my knees to propose to her and make her my wife and the mother of my kids. She left a week before I got to purchase the ring. Those memories breaks my heart everyday. A lot of times I would want to have her to get the TV good for Friday my arms, with her body pressed against my body,  Everyday I try to find out where I went gone wrong but I can't find a reason to warrant her running away from me.Karen is still talking to Mike over the phone. I can see the gleam in her eyes as they talk. The same gleam I used to see in Natasha's eyes.

 Peter WellingtonI stare at my dad as he sleep. My heart is heavy and bleeding. Just staring at him brings fear and unwanted feeling to the pit of my stomach.My mum is sniffling at a corner. I can't help but feel irritated. The door is pulled open, revealing a nurse and a doctor. I see my mum wipe her tears and sit up quickly."Mr Peter?" The doctor calls, pulling his hands out for a handshake. I don't take his hand. I stare at it and look away. I'm in no mood for some pleasantries. The doctor clears his throat awkwardly. "I'm Doctor Jan. Can I see you at my office?"I nod and follows him out. On my way to the doctors office, Annie call comes in. I pick it up immediately, knowing she just landed. "I'll text you the address." I say quickly, as I walk into the doctor's office and close the door behind me."Okay." I text Annie immediately before tucking my phone in my pocket. The doctor is already

 Karen DonnaHe winces in pain as I clean his bruises with a cotton wool. I stare at his face, his eyes are closed tightly, his lips clasped together not wanting to allow any sound escape his lips. He looks handsome even in pain. Focus Karen, focus.I want to take my eyes off him, but I still find myself staring at my boss. Maybe having him over at my house isn't a good idea.He catches me staring at him, and I look away quickly. Way to go Karen. I clear my throat awkwardly, before averting my eyes back to his bruises. I can feel his eyes watching me as I wrap bandage around his hand. "Done." I say standing up from the floor. "Thank you, Kayla." He say in a whisper. I nod and walk off to drop the first aid kit in the basement.Peter is sprawled on the floor when I walk in. I sit beside him, facing the television. I can feel his hot gaze on me as I stare at the TV. Maybe I should