Mr. Davies's pov"Yes?" I said over the phone "Who is this?" I asked "It's Natasha, Gonzalez's wife" "Oh, Natasha, hi" "Hi" She replied, she was quiet"Is there a problem?" I asked "Yes and we need your help" "What is it?" "Gonzalez was arrested. I am guessing you have not seen the news yet" she explained "No, what did I miss?""Gonzalez is being arrested for murder" "Murder? Why? Or how rather?" I inquired "I do not know the details yet" she answered "What is the good saying?" "They wouldn't let me see him" she lamented "Why not?" "Cos he is a suspected murderer?" "That's bullshit. Look, do not worry. Just sit there give me a few minutes and I will be there as soon as I can" "Thank you" "Do not thank me yet, send me your location" I said "Will do" ****"Sir, that son of yours needs your help," I said to him "Why? What did he do this time? I thought he didn't need my help?" "Come on sir, don't be like him. He does need our help now" I begged "Let me hear it" he f

Taylor's povGod, these voice messages from him broke my heart, I wish he did not have to send them. It is much harder because I had believed that I would not miss him, yet I did. The other day before I left, he had said to me, "If you choose to walk away, I will not beg you to stay. Maybe you wanted that, I do not know. But I will never make you feel trapped. That is not my way."I wonder why, maybe he had a change of heart? Argh, I think like a silly little girl. The island was great, I need not look over my shoulder or be worried about running into him. I had kept my mobile phone so far away from me as I had no family that would bother to call. I just wanted to cut out from the outside world. I met this guy at a bar last week and we had a one-night stand. And I expected it to remain that way but clearly, the guy was not over the sex we had yet. He wanted to have more so he kept coming back"You know, you are beginning to grow on me," I said thoughtfully"You are too, and I love

Olivia's povWhen Adam asked that I move in with him, I must admit that I was elated and scared at the same time. Elated because I felt wanted and needed by someone, I had not felt this way in years. On the other hand, I was scared that this might be like my other relationships and marriage. First was with Davies, I had moved in with him, and we had a daughter and yet it did not last. The second was after I had left Davies, I tried getting married but it did not last either. These are not all for I have been in several relationships that did not turn out right. Now that I think about it, it is best if I refer to them as "situation ships" as they never lasted more than 3 months, it was odd saying that you were in a relationship. Each time I move in with a lover, the relationship was bound to end very badly. It lasted longer if we did not live in the same house or room, I can not explain the reason for that. Perhaps, I am allergic to living with a man or was destined not to. I was b

Natasha's povI believe that my dad felt differently towards me from that day forward. He still liked me compared to my siblings, which I knew for sure. And it was because of one thing, my academic prowess. That was the only thing that qualified you to be on dad's favorite list. Less than 5 months after we returned, my mom lost her mother, our grandmother. This was my first experience of losing a close relative, I did not know if I felt sad or not, I guess I was just neutral. One of the things I might have forgotten to tell you about myself is that perhaps I am strong-hearted for I do not show my emotions. If anything, I would rather lick myself up and cry in my room than have anyone else see my pain or tears. It is safe to say that I rarely cried, escort of course on very rare occasions. Unfortunately, this was not one of those rare occasions as I did not share a tear as my grandmother was being buried. I had to be dragged out of there by my mother as other relatives and people p

Olivia's povI believe that as youngsters, we were entranced by enchantment, and as grown-ups, we dread love, when did we fail to remember they are the same thing?"I think the second sort of pain that I have encountered (the first being from home), was with Colin. You understand what they say regarding first love, forgetting about him was hard. It was like, he was latched onto my subconscious mind and psyche.I thought of him the entire day, I sat tight for him to call and apologize and let me know that he was sorry. Unfortunately, he won't ever do it. I needed to figure out how to let it go completely all alone.It showed me something imperative that would help me all through my different connections.365 fucking days and counting. That is how long it takes to neglect to recollect a snapshot of touch. So before reaching anything or being reached. Review these words, since it won't be sheep that you will count around nighttime, in any case, days until you are fearless enough again f