All Chapters of Saints Don't Moan: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MiguelI had excused Penelope from the room entirely. I didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable at all, considering her volatile state. She declaring that she was leaving for New York was still a shock I was recovering from. Though, I tried to have some hope that she would rescind her sudden leave. As the times passed however, that hope started to dwindle. The heated call with Clara made me realize how much of a lost cause she was. I had thought that if we discussed and came to some sort of compromise, it would all die down, but no. Clara was just doing this to ruin me. It was more than the properties she would acquire if I accepted defeat. It was the humiliation I would face. The shame that would arise in my life. The inability to resume my normal life because admitting defeat would mean I was admitting to all the lies she had spread about me. Trying to reason with her was like trying to reason with a brick wall. As I remembered how she made me yell, I kicked the floor in anno

MiguelI couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way her tushy danced its perfect dance in her little dress as she scurried off to go and get the door. A large grin appeared on my face because I had procured her that dress which she had been so against wearing. Now, she was wearing it, looking as beautiful as ever. I followed her behind at a good pace so I could get a good glance at who was at the door. To my surprise, it was Ashley and Ariel. I remembered I had promised them both a ride yesterday, and almost struck my forehead with my palm for not remembering that on time. The women at my door were trying their hardest to mask their surprise. They must have been utterly shocked to see Penelope answering the door for me, in what would be considered a scandalous dress for a nun. They glanced at me for a moment then at Penelope. A subtle way of saying What the hell is going on between you two? “What are you doing in Miguel’s house so early, Sister Penelope?” Ashley asked Penelope, mak

MiguelThe journey was quite something. Ashley was constantly flirting with me. Whatever convinced her to help me in winning Penelope’s heart would forever have my thanks. Because, every moment Ashley and Penelope were in a room with me, it was a guarantee that Penelope would leave the moment jealous. Ariel, with her questions. Sure, I was hypocritical because I wanted Penelope to leave the convent, but I would never out right tell it to her face. I wanted to ask her those questions too, even though I knew some of the truth, it would have been a lovely experience to hear her heart touching story from her mouth. I too wanted to understand why Penelope was so keen on devoting her life to a cause. Why did she want to leave me. But I couldn’t ask those questions. The best I could do is hope that the answers would be revealed to me later on. I finally got to Ashley’s stop after a very long ride. I had dropped Ariel off a few blocks before. I had been driving for so long, I could feel my

MiguelI was extremely jealous, which was why I had not tipped the waiter. It was completely on purpose. For some reason, this man that was talking to Penelope quite casually, and friendly, made me jealous. It made me angry. It made me see him as a threat. Penelope going ahead to tip him filled me with even more anger and jealousy. I could not express my distaste for her affection towards him given the place we were at. But, I was furious alright. Very furious. We finished up in the restaurant, and walked out. I noticed a man checking Penelope out. I was furious but I kept it to myself. Today had been going so good, now things were suddenly going awry. I gave the man a stern look and I think that worked effectively in making him look away. Another man walked up to us, “Um, yo. Are you her husband or boyfriend or something?” He asked me. Before I could answer, Penelope answered for me. “No. No he is not.” she said, facing him. “Oh, sweet,” the man replied, smiling really hard. “I

MiguelI was at Penelope's side, watching her sleep. It was so scary to witness Penelope stagger and fall to the ground. I regretted not going after her faster. Maybe I could have caught her before she hit the floor. A series of scenarios where I could have saved her from falling on the ground flashed in my head. I also hoped she hadn’t suffered any injuries to her head, skull, or her brain. I would not be able to live well after learning that fact. Learning that I could have prevented such a fatal, life changing injury.Part of me could not help but wonder if I was the cause of all this. Had I stressed her so much that she could not take it anymore, and fainted? The doctors had confirmed that she fainted due to a sudden spike in her blood pressure. “An acute syncopal episode brought on by a massive, sudden hypertensive spike. Severe emotional distress triggered a massive surge in her blood pressure, and her body simply couldn't handle the strain. Her nervous system overcompensated