I drove while Ará stared out from the window. From time to time, my eyes fell on her. We didn't say anything in the car, unlike Mandy, Ará had always had this quiet and serene aura around her, if I was with Mandy, I would be laughing my chest out, but, nonetheless, I loved who I was with Ará. I reached for her hand in the small darkeness and I held it, it was warm and soft, I squeezed it gently and she turned to me, her fine curvy lips turning into a small smile, I liked the way she looked then, I liked the way her hair fell like fine soft needles. I held the image in my head, long enough for it to make me smile. We got down from the car, while she led me into her gallery, I didn't expect to see anybody, I thought it was going to be just her and me, but, what I saw was hundreds of people, dressed like pretty flowers, blooming under the sun. The gallery was white, and spacious, if there was anything to the looks of the building, it was white and spacious. There were pa

I was still hovering on a memory when his voice shook me out of my thoughts. I turned to him, and then I realized my face was wet with tears, I used the back of my hand to clean up my face, and I arranged my dress and I squared my shoulders and then I smiled. But, I was too late, he had seen it all. I was embarrassed. “Mandy, what's wrong?." He asked me. “No.. nothing's wrong sir." He breathed heavily and sat on my desk."Mandy. “ He said, his voice as soothing as the sound of soft music on a rainy day." You can tell me anything, I swear I'm here to listen and I can do anything to see to it that you're smiling again, but you have to tell me what's wrong. “" Why do you care about me?. “" Because you're my friend. “" Nobody has ever cared for me and when they do it's... “" Heyy, heyy, I understand, I've gotten my own fair share of fake love. “" I'm sorry, but I'm not worth your friendship. “" C'mon, get up, please. “" Where are we going?. “" Anywhere you want to g

The police man that sat facing me was fat. He looked like he was a pretty boy but not any more, he was somewhere around late fifties and was at the brink of retirement. He had tired but intelligent eyes, his chubby hands held a pen and a small note and he continually scribbled something on the note. He raised his eyes up to me.“What did you say she looked like?."“Dark hair, dark eyes, about six foot eight or nine."“And you say she worked for you?."“Yes."“When was the last time you saw her?."“Thursday."“Thursday was the last time you saw her."“Yes, Thursday evening."“Was she upset about anything?."“Yes."“What was that?."“Her ex husband, she was in a violent relationship with him, she left and on Wednesday, she saw his best friend at my office and she was really scared." The man's eyes, lifted from his note and it fell on mine.“His best friend works for you?."“No, he was a client."“How did you meet him?."“His name is Adrian Brooks, I formally met him when he c

“do a little dance for me you pretty flower." I heard in my dream. Geoffrey was clapping, his friends were laughing, I had started to dance my dance. Adrian was playing the music and Thomas was just watching me, all he did was to watch he couldn't act, he just watched them treat me like shit, it wasn't his fault though, he couldn't do anything to stop it even if he tried. I broke out of my sleep, I woke up in cold sweat, I was still in the room, I was still in the house, nobody had come to save me yet. “Bad dream?." I heard. I didn't notice that someone was there in the room, with me. This wasn't a dream, Geoffrey was now walking towards me, he climbed my bed and he pressed himself on me. I kicked him, God knew I did, his hands were over my mouth, shutting in my screams." Shuush, I'm not gonna hurt you my love, this would only take a minute or two. “ I heard his zipper come undone, dread clouded my mind and my heart was beating too fast. I bit his palm as hard a

My throat was burning, as if I had drank too much of gin, but it didn't burn from the consumption of alcohol, it burnt from thirst. I could drink an ocean right now if they let me, I could suck up the Pacific in a single sip and I might still feel thirsty. I thought of asking Geoffrey for water, but I didn't want to speak with him. I went to the window, it was tightly shut, since I came here, the window has never been opened. I tried to check the rims to see if I could penetrate, I looked around the room, to see if I could break it with something, anything. I saw nothing, I sat in silence, only hearing the ticking of the clock, that annoying clock, that would tick so slow at night. I looked at the clock, it had a metal rim, the idea struck me. I went to the clock, it was fairly large, I broke the glass carefully and as quiet as I could and the plastic came off, then I had a square shaped metal frame, I bent it, it was too hard it couldn't bend. I ran to the wknd