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At this rate, my carefully laid plans wouldn’t last through the night, let alone all the way to Sunday. “Hey, breathe, Liam.” Chuck’s laughter slowly dwindled. Placing his hand on my shoulder again, he shook me much gentler this time, as if offering support more than mockery now. “This isn’t a big deal.” Looking at him, I tried to gauge the truthfulness in that statement. “It isn’t?” “No,” Chuck said. “That wasn’t Joanna,” I said. “No, it wasn’t,” Chuck said. “I don’t know who that was, and I don’t want to know. She’s very pretty. You have good taste –”

“But I’ll still be here every day. I’m not leaving the family. I’m just… building my own piece of it.” I pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve this. We’ll miss having you under the same roof every night, but we’re not losing you.” She hugged me back fiercely. “Never. You’re my mom. This is still home.” Chuck’s growth continued in leaps. He had taken full leadership of the youth mentorship program and was thriving. One evening, he brought three of his mentees to the estate for a casual dinner. Watching him guide young men who came from difficult backgrounds with patience and wisdom was profoundly moving.

“It was like being in a cage with a bunch of sex-hungry animals. They’re gonna fuck you senseless, suck on your dick and balls, ride you until you can’t walk straight—you name it, they do it all.” “You did this with them last summer?” “Yep, right after I turned 18. The year before me it was Charlie,” Chuck responded, referring to his older brother who had since gone off to college. “The year before that, they did the same to Aunt Morgan’s son Eric.” Tate wasn’t entirely sure if his cousin was just fucking with him or not, but combined with his mom’s earlier bold promise that he’d be losing his virginity this weekend, he began to seriously wonder how much truth there was to what Chuck was tel

But how long? “I should go. Bye,” I said, bowing my head to them before leaving. “Bye, Ukiyo. Be careful.” Drayce said. The door closed behind me and headed my way to the elevator. At night. I went to bed early. Right before I left Drayce’s studio, I went straight to the bookstore and stopped at a café for a while. I realized that once I finally am in the limelight, I no longer enjoy my privacy or even going out to have fun by myself. But it was different from Mairin.

However, I said with indifference, "You weren't saving her, Chuck. You were just trying to smother your guilt. You couldn't get over your brother's death, and you think that taking care of his wife will make up for it, but you forgot along the way that you have a family too." Chuck was silent for a long time. "I thought you'd never leave me." His reply hurt me. "You thought I would be considerate enough to understand you, and help you rationalize all of this, even though nothing you did made sense, am I right?" Chuck stayed silent, but the look on his face answered everything. He thought I would be by his side forever, which was why he always picked someone else over me. Chuck took out a key

And in a quiet corner, Chuck was tugging on his own sleeve nervously. His boss was really prepared to fire him on short notice after he messed up the Swiss Heart bid, but since the others were not that reliable, he was allowed to stay. To make up for that terrible blunder, the man sent Chuck to meet the head of a potential partner company. But even as Chuck looked around at the well-dressed people standing at every corner of the room, he was reminded of the gala abroad, when he was thrown out unceremoniously. Fighting against his unease, he made his way to Laura King, his business card already out, when he saw a familiar figure.

"Why the hell do you think I'm so keen on giving it to you? Besides, I don't have any plan to travel." "Damn," I sigh, shaking my head. "So where's the car?" "That's the problem," Chuck says. He puts his machete back into its sheath on his back and walks away from the table. Walking up to his wall of weapons, he pulls out two shotguns and throws one at me. "The car is on the other side of the town," Chuck says. He rummages around for a bit, searching through the boxes before stopping at one. Opening the box, he pulls out a large metal bucket and places it next to him.

One Year Later Chuck entered Pete’s diner, stopping just inside the door to ignite his e-cigarette. There once was a time when he was able to light a real cigarette. Oh how he longed for those days. The e-cigarette was lacking, but it was better than nothing. Progress and laws. Damn them both.

Life is like fireworks, it’s fun to watch but burns like a goddam bomb. I never knew life could get shitty for someone as jolly as me. I have always had my way around life and I thought I had everything but turned out I didn’t. I was the best kid, the favorite brother, and the best boyfriend. I did everything for everyone without any complaints, I was the nicest, most kindest person and I thought that was my biggest strength but in the end, it wasn’t. I guess the famous American actor Chuck Norris was right “Good people are often taken advantage of because they are good."

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.