"I am tired. I am tired," Dave said as he continuously ran along the streets.Blood stains were still visible on his shirt as he ran into the busy streets. He was running on adrenaline as his heart raced in his chest. Fear flooded his veins as he frantically looked for cover from the lurking danger behind him.He got to the end and tried to take a deep breath. He coughed slightly and picked up his phone to reach out to the hotel worker."Pick my call, man! he said with a clenched fist and hit it on a table behind him."Why is he not picking up my calls?"He said it with furrowed eyebrows.He continued to call the hotel worker, but no one answered. He gave up and continued to walk on the streets until he saw a shopping center ahead."I really need to quench my thirst; I'm thirsty." He muttered to himself and hurried towards the entrance in a frenzied state of desperation, hoping for a brief respite.His frantic breathing drew attention from onlookers as he crashed through the doors.Da

"Vroom, Vroom, Vroom... (The sound of cars was heard on the streets.Cars were honking while tires were screeching.*****Dave was still walking, making his way down the street towards his apartment. It was past midnight, and the street was empty save for a few pedestrians on the pavement. People who saw him approaching stared at him and thought he was mad.As he continued walking, he began to think about his father's call. They hadn't spoken in a while, and he was eager to catch up with him and tell him all about his recent hardships.Dave was left wondering where his father was and why he had called him in such a panicked state. Dave had wanted to keep what happened recently to himself, but it seems his Dad has already gotten information about it.Is my Dad hurt? Has something happened to him?Dave picked up his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried calling his dad back, but the phone rang unanswered. He left a frantic message, asking his dad to call him back as soon as pos

"I need to hurry and clear up any misunderstanding that may be causing all the frenzy." Dave muttered to himself as he looked at the ceiling.Dave didn't quite know what to make of all the sudden attention that he was attracting. He had lived a relatively private life up until now, with only a few select people knowing who he really was. However, all that was about to change.The paparazzi had started to follow him around, taking pictures of him at every turn. They had even started to dig up his past, trying to uncover any secrets that he may have been keeping hidden from the public eye.It wasn't long before tabloid newspapers started to appear, with headlines screaming "Who really is Dave?"" plastered all over them. The articles inside were full of speculation and innuendo, trying to paint Dave in the worst possible light.The people of the country were quick to jump to conclusions, believing everything they read. They accused Dave of being a fraud, claiming that he was only using h

Amelia stood in front of her kitchen counter, her apron tied tightly around her waist. Amelia turned to her husband with a smile and said, "I'll start preparing the food, dear."She began by taking out all the ingredients from their designated cabinets and shelves. Amelia carefully chopped vegetables and measured out spices, feeling the texture of each ingredient as it slid through her fingers.With the aromas of sautéed onions and garlic filling the kitchen, Nelson walked in, his mouth watering from the delicious scent. "What are you cooking, my dear?" he asked eagerly.Amelia turned to him with a smile and said, "I decided to make your favorite dish: grilled chicken with garlic and roasted potatoes."Nelson's face lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I can't wait to try it.Amelia carefully placed the chicken in the oven, setting the timer and basting it occasionally. She then made sure to crisp up the potatoes, adding in the freshly minced garlic and rosemary for that extr

"How dare Dave cut my words short? Why should he even end the call?Nelson said annoyedily,still sitting at the dining table, staring at his phone. He had been waiting for Alexander's call, but it never came. Giving up,he got back to eating his food and thinking about what he was going to put Dave through.Finally, his phone rang, and he eagerly answered it, hoping to pour his heart out to his best friend. But after a few minutes, Dave suddenly said he had to go and would meet at his office.Nelson was still annoyed and hurt. Why would Dave feel like he's above him?He bit his lips hard and dragged himself from the dining table. He muttered to himself, “Does he think he’s the president’s son, so he’s done? What gives him the right to end our call just like that without any explanation?” Nelson fumed as he paced back and forth at the dining table.After what seemed like an eternity, Nelson finally took the last bite of his meal.He set down his fork and leaned back in his chair. His st