"Peter, where is Imelda, and your daughter?" Lukas asked, when he visited his brother.He was expecting to see them as usual, since it holiday already, but he was surprised to see just Peter."They…She…they travelled," he stuttered, trying to find the right word to use. Lukas found it quite strange to see Peter stutter that way."Travelled to where?" He asked."Uh…"He didn't know what to say, and luck was on his side, as Fernando just walked in; he was able to avoid the question, but not for long."Hey, Peter." Fernando greeted him, "you didn't tell me you were coming over, Lukas.""Just thought it'll be nice to drop by. I was going to get something for the twin.""Where is Imelda?" Fernando asked, looking around the house for her."Peter said she travelled with the daughter," Lukas replied."To where?" Lukas looked at him, "that's what I was asking him, before you came in.""They went on a vacation to LA," he lied, praying inwardly that they don't ask any further questions, but th
He followed them to the table, where they ate chicken, and vegetable salad. He managed to act along, while his eyes roamed around the room they were in, trying to find the slightest evidence he could, to confirm his suspicion that she had come here.His instinct never failed. He had a strong feeling that Imelda was in the house. Intellectually, there was no where she could go, if not her parent's house. "Do you enjoy the food?" The woman asked."Oh, yes. I do. It's delicious," he replied, still scanning the room.While they were busy eating, and laughing over the table, Melvin tried to communicate with him, without getting caught. Smart Fernando noticed his intense gaze on him, and turned to find Melvin staring at him.He arched his brow, in a way that seemed like he was asking him what the problem was.Melvin told him to wait.He feigned to have a cough, in order to leave the table. It was somewhat like a rule that no one leaves the table, until they finished their food."Excuse me,
Fernando could feel his brothers' eyes tailing him as he walked into the house. He could almost hear the questions they were itching to ask."So....?" Lukas asked, an expectant look in his eyes."Give me a minute, boys." He murmured, shrugging out of his coat. "Let me say hi to my son, first."He walked further into the house, not waiting for a response from them. Before he got to his son's room, Jayden was already peeking through the door."Dad!" The boy called out.He watched as the face of his little boy lit up in happiness, then spread his arms wide. Jayden let out a childish giggle and ran into the arms of his father. As Fernando hugged the little boy, he caught the reflection of his brothers on the opposite mirror, the impatient gleam in their eyes."Alright," he sighed, standing to his feet and releasing his son. He turned to Peter and Lukas, eyebrows raised in mild annoyance. "What, I can't say hi to my son first?"Peter let out an impatient sound and grabbed Fernando's arm, l
Peter drove back home, looking upset. He took a bottle of whiskey and ice, and poured it into a glass cup. Not minding how strong the alcoholic content was, and how much it burned the throat of anyone who drank it, he gulped the whole content at a go.The sharp pain he felt in his throat was not enough to compare to the pain he felt in his heart. He poured, yet, another drink into his glass, and took it in a gulp. It felt really nice to him—like he was drinking a glass of juice. The more glasses of whiskey and ice he drank, the more tipsy he became. The thought of Imelda leaving him, because of some misunderstanding that could be settled, if she had waited; made him feel bittered.The thought of not seeing his precious little princess anymore made his stomach churn. He was mad at himself. If only he had insisted that Rita should leave the house, then, maybe this would not have happened.He had several thoughts running through his mind. Who would cheat on his wife, and sleep off, upo
Peter had already planned to maintain his stance, if ever they—especially Fernando, tried to convince him to stay back.He never thought it would be easy for him to accept his decision. He was shocked, and so was Lukas. They both knew how Fernando was, so his response came as a surprise to them. He must be up to something. But, what could that be? Fernando sometimes, could be unpredictable.After Peter had told them about his plans to travel to France, Lukas was about to talk him out of it, when Fernando replied."Alright, then. If it's what you want, then, do it!" Lukas gave him a questioning look. His lips were itching to blast him with questions, but no words came out of his mouth. He was just speechless."He doesn't even know when he is coming back, and you are letting him go? Are you sure you heard what he said, clearly?" Lukas asked, still doubting that Fernando could easily support his decision—that particular decision."I heard him, clearly. I am letting him go, because it i
"Why the hell did you hide all these from us?" Lukas asked, after knowing the whole story. He had not known the whole truth about the main reason his wife left him. Fernando was quiet, he was not shocked at all. He knew everything, even things Peter had not known. They drank the last content in the glass, and sat in silence for a few seconds."So, how did you find them? I mean, you were not in Texas, nor the US. You were in France! How did you find them?" Lukas questioned, his eyes gleaming in eagerness to hear the story."You haven't changed, Lukas! I met her in Texas, man. I can't believe she was in Texas! I came back to meet some representatives from the companies that wanted to invest in mine, then I met her. Jeez! We were shocked, I couldn't even say a word." Peter said, recalling how shocked he was when he saw her."Lukas, call your family to come back to Texas. Peter, tell Imelda to bring your daughter. We need to have a family get-together. I have something important to tell
It was time!She was not sure she was ready to tell him, yet. She wished the ground would open up, and swallow her. What happened to all the boldness she had some minutes ago? Where did all the courage she had gathered to face him go to?Should she ask for more time? Should she lie to him? A lot of thoughts ran through her mind, and she stared nervously at him. She wished he would, maybe, just maybe, tell her she could take as long as she wanted to get ready.Knowing that her wishes at that moment were a step closer to impossibility, she decided to face it. Whatever was going to happen, so be it! If Nathan truly loved her as he claimed to, then, this was the best time to prove that love to her.She mustered the courage to finally tell him.Heaving a long sigh, she dropped the bomb."I was raped."Just hearing that word, 'rape', Nathan's eyes widened. Carina was not surprised—anyone she told her secret to, always had a surprised expression on their faces. Fiona, Sonia, and now, Nathan
He thought he wouldn't let her. He was about to tell her not to mind, if she was not ready. Just as he thought of this, he was taken unawares. She initiated the kiss. As her tender lips brushed his, it sent electric waves to his body. She giggled as she stared at him."Be careful. Your eyes might come out of its sockets," she laughed, then wrapped her arms around his neck, "yes, you can kiss me, Nate."It seemed like he was a robot, waiting for a command to do something. He took her lips, as though he might lose it, if he wasted a second.She gasped. Maybe, because she had forgotten how it felt to be kissed. When her ex boyfriend kissed her, every night under the tree that was behind their old house.As her lips parted, he seized the opportunity to delve into her mouth, savouring the taste of her lips."Thank you," Nathan whispered in her ears.She blushed, and stood up with the help of Nathan. She arranged herself, and trailed behind him, until she caught up with him, and he held