Jason headed to the bed and lay on it, facing the ceiling, as Beverly watched him. As she approached him, he pulled the duvet over his face and turned around to the other side. His anger was bad to behold.He looked like he was going to break down at any point, and it melted her heart. She had promised herself that she would never harbor any form of affection towards him. But he had proven himself over the months that he was serious about her. After the scandal, she had not hoped to hear from him. But he had kept an eye out for her, gave her a house, and even gave her a job in an environment where she was supposed to be cautious. He had proven that he would be there for her no matter what happened. She walked towards the bed, took her time taking off her shoes, and joined him on the bed. Even though he felt the bed dip on the other side, he did not turn around. She moved to where he was and held him lightly from behind. He still did not budge, and it bothered her. Her eyes wi

Beverly was still wailing when they got to the house. It was difficult for them to find a cab that could get them home after the incident. Sammy tried to console her, but she was too wrapped up in the spur of the moment. He held her close to him as they got into the house. She sat on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, as she thought of what to do."I strongly think that this is not a coincidence," she said. "Someone must have planned this.""I agree with you," Sammy said as he paced about thoughtfully. His instincts were not going to lie to him. He knew that something was off the moment he saw the accident scene. He knew that the accident scene looked so unreal, and the policemen around grew some beards, were without badges, and looked quite ruthless. He would have just waited there with the other cars. But a thought came to his mind. They probably planned for those vehicles to be there as well, and they would have eventually attacked them even though they had chosen to stay

It was the third day in a row and Beverly had not been to work. Her phone lines were switched off and he had no idea where she was. His schedule had been too occupied to grant him some time to go to her house. Thanksgiving dinner was the last day he had been there and he thought that he could squeeze out some time to go see her later. When the door of his apartment slid open, he hopefully wished that she would walk through the door in her normal crispy manner, but it was only Alex. He resumed his coffee with a disappointed look on his face. "It may seem as though you are not happy to see me," Alex began as he approached him with the morning news. "You know me too well," Jason said. "Like the palm of my hands boy," Alex said as he retreated. Jason admired the way Alex was too professional. Even though they had developed some kind of bond over the years, Alex still knew that there was a thin line between work and friendship between them. He had been more reserved since after the

Jason waited for a few days, and there was no reaction from his father. It took him a few hours to realize that what he did in the office on that day was a dumb move. Still thinking that he was in his right, he expected some sort of patronage from his father before he would return to the office, but none seemed forthcoming.He decided to wait until the next morning, but Alex did not show up. He had gotten out his clothes for work that day and was already sipping his coffee, but no one walked through the door. He thought that his father would probably come upstairs to speak to him. But he was wrong. Everyone went about their jobs and their duties, but he was left out of it all. It was at this moment that he wished that he was still speaking to Caleb. Their relationship had turned sour very quickly, and even though they saw each other in school, they were not speaking. He had stopped coming to work at the office, and from what he heard, he had resumed his job at the restaurant. J

Jason stood up and turned around to see his friend looking down at him with a plastic bag in his hand. He did not mind that there were tears in his eyes. He could be vulnerable with Caleb. He stood up and went to where Caleb stood. They looked at each other for a while before Caleb opened up his hand to give him a hug. Jason hugged him immediately and cried on his shoulders. "I'm still mad at you, though," Caleb said to him as they disentangled from each other. "I know," Jason said. Caleb smiled at him. "I would like to know everything that happened, but first, are you hungry?" He asked Jason. "I bought dinner," he added as he raised the plastic bag in his hands. They entered the house, and Caleb's baby sister came in through the front door. She practiced volleyball every day after school, and Caleb always said that she was on her way to the Olympics. She held Caleb's wheel in their mom, from the backyard, and they all sat down at the dinner table. Jason could not believe ho