"Thank you so much. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you didn’t help us." I said to the man that helped me out. He is the waiter from the restaurant, I was surprised when he left his work and decided to help us. Not everyone does that especially if you have no idea who the person is.Jane was in too much pain, she couldn’t stand up by herself nor could she drive the car. But would have driven us to the hospital but I can’t, I don’t know how to drive or should I say I have never driven a car before. Back at the restaurant, I was badly in need of help and since there aren’t any people around the restaurant, the waiter helped me. He drove Jane’s car and brought us to the hospital. When we got here, the doctors started blabbing about forms and that they won’t be able to attend to Jane if we don’t fill the form- sometimes I wonder why hospitals do that, like seriously, we are in the middle of a crisis why can’t you just help us and stop talking about filling some damn forms. Af

Ashton and I walked back to the car. I told him I wanted to go back home because it was late and I am sure that Victoria is worried about me, I didn’t tell her I was leaving the house in the first place because she wasn’t around.Ashton opens my door for me and I nod to thank him, he goes around and enters the driver’s seat. Turning around he looks at me with passion and affection in his eyes, his love shines so beautifully that I can not think of anything else but be with him. Ashton holds my hand tightly yet firmly into his, he spoke no words but he calmed me down, he made me feel happy. A smile appeared on my face, I never thought happiness will come to my life again after everything that has happened. For the past two months, I never felt as happy as I am now. Being with Ashton is indeed my happiness and I realized it even more when I left him. I missed Ashton so much, he is everything to me, my world, my life, my heart, my soul. He is all I ever wanted. "You’re so beautiful." He

"He did that?" I asked laughing at Ashton. Ashton’s mom had just told me something Ashton did when he was a kid. He has the most craziest yet funniest childhood memories. She told me how Ashton was so naughty and sometimes nasty when he was a kid, I am not really surprised that he was very naughty part. I mean, you can tell by his current behavior. She takes a sip of water before responding "Yes, he did, he thought it was cool back then.""No way," I laughed turning my gaze to Ashton "You thought it was cool?" I asked him"I was ten years old back then and Mom, can we not discuss this while we are having dinner?" He said but didn’t sound serious"Oh we have to discuss it, I’m enjoying the conversation," Jane said taking a sip of orange juice."Me too," Ryle said "Tell us more," I said to Ashton mom’s "As they say, Ashton, the majority wins the vote." She laughed. Ashton groans rolling his eyes. "Fine, but please do not talk about the sand incident.""What’s the sand incident?" I

It’s late at night, and everywhere seems to be dark. I guess the lights aren’t on. I am standing in the middle of the hallway, I don’t know why and how I got here. I use my hand to feel the wall trying to find the light switch, as I did, I reach to turn it off when I heard the clicking noise of a heel. I think someone is coming. I turn my gaze to the direction I heard the sound. It’s dark and I can not see who it is. I furrowed my brows as I saw a silhouette just moving around in the dark but when I moved my head to get a clear view. I noticed it was Ashton’s mom. What is she doing here and why is she on heels in the middle of the night? She revealed herself through the darkness, I noticed she is holding a plate that contains raw onions and plain white rice. I wonder why.I was about to speak to her but my words caught in my throat when she walked past me almost like she didn’t see me. That was strange. What is going on with her?Walking straight to the storeroom. She stopped at t

My jaw dropped and my eyes flickered open in shock. "Dad," I said as a single tear rolled down my cheeks. I can not believe this, the man sitting in front of me is my father. Tears streamed down my face and I looked at him to see a hint of confusion in his eyes. I don’t think he recognizes me. I take a step closer to him and I knelt next to him "You’re my father." I said; my voice very low. I reach to gently palm his face with my hand but he instantly wince away, shaking his head. Is he scared of me? "Dad, I-" I broke into tears. I don’t know what to say, I never expected to see him again. It’s been eleven years- eleven goddam years since I’ve seen him and now he’s here sitting In front of me- my dad is here. Hot tears streamed down my face as I hold his hand in mine. I gently squeeze his hand, my eyes shut as tears continue to stream down my face. I am never letting go of his hands, this feels like a dream to me. My father is sitting in front of me.I gently open my eyes and as my