When Nathan reached home, he began to narrate his tale. Luckily for him, they had been just around the corner waiting for him. He uttered no words until they arrived home. Tori was the first to start asking questions. "What happened? Tell us everything!" "You were running, did Parker Ryan let you go scot free?" Doris asked, and she paused for him to catch his breath and sit down. "Nathan, you need to start talking already." Isla said nothing, but she didn't even need to say anything. The look on her face explained it all. She was worried, then anxious and then worried again. Not only for Nathan, but for her father. He must have been very shocked. She hoped there wouldn't be any sort of complications from his stage of cancer judging by what had happened that day. That was all she could do... Hope. Finally, Nathan was ready to start spilling. Immediately, his mind played back to what had happened and he felt like it had been a dream. He started narrating everything, and they surpris
Isla was seated angrily, not speaking to either of them. Nathan said nothing, and Doris and Tori apparently had some important discussion to make because they went inside after a while, leaving just frowny Isla and quiet Nathan. Time went by for a while until Isla decided to break the silence. "You're not even going to ask what happened? You and the rest of them are just going to act so quietly like nothing happened?" "That's why we're not going to ask." Nathan said and saw her frown. "You're still angry and you need a while to breath. So we're just waiting patiently." She signed realizing that he had been right. "Well we still have to discuss about Manuel." She said and just as they were going to continue with their discussion, there was a knock on the door. Nathan's brows furrowed and he wondered who could have been at the door. He silently hoped it hadn't been his weird fake friend. When he got there to his surprise, a frowny Parker Ryan was standing at the entrance staring at
Tori had no other option that to fulfill the wishes of her uncle. If was better if she went to meet him, than he coming to find her which could only mean one thing and it wouldn't be a good thing. Arriving at his house, the environment felt foreign to her. She tried a pose of confidence but it failed everytime she remembered the evil dear Fernando was capable of. She decided to get it off her mind and focus on the present. Fernando had not be around and so the maid told her to relax in the living room, then asked her if she wanted anything to eat or drink. "Oh no thanks, but I'm good." Tori replied to the woman who then left quietly. She heaved in a deep sigh and her mind went over to the time Nathan had his accident. She failed to accept the fact that her family member had been responsible for everything bad that occurred in his life and family's life. And then there was the issue of his in-laws again. They weren't good people. He was surrounded in the midst of evil people. The b
Darkness came like the thick velvet curtains of the theatre. It was as if the daytime had been one part of a play and the rest was to come after this intermission of night. She let her eyes wander the furniture, the audience to the dramas played out in that room, to the highs and lows of emotions, and to the love that dwelt in that house. As usual she wandered to the window to gaze at the stars, to peek into the universe... the spectacle that was given when all else was taken... as if commanding her to look and feel both her smallness and her oneness with something greater. The dark room was like a place out of time, a place to rest without consequence. It was there in that way was a sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget the things the world said had to be done. It wasn't that she couldn't or wouldn't, but rather that she needed that sense of stepping out of the craziness for a while. So, in the darkness that stole even her own form, she was content to let the night pass and awa
Owen frowned as a thought played on his mind. "Mother, what exactly is your plan?" He was pacing around the room, arms akimbo. "There is a grown woman down here in our house!" He yelled out unable to contain the fear that resided in his heart. With a wave of her hand, Evelyn replied him. "Relax, it's only going to be for a couple of hours. And then, everything will be just fine. It depends though." She said, eyes fixated on her phone. "On what?" Owen asked. "On whether Regina misses her daughter or not." Replied Evelyn. Then she sighed. "Listen, if she calls me on time, we strike our plan. If not, then... Well whatever! But, I'll wait a few hours longer, tell her I heard from a trusted source that she was searching for her daughter, then we stage up a rescue mission and she trusts us and then... Voila!""It sounds so easy now that you've mentioned it. But still... This is a very complicated plan!" "Oh jeez! Don't you want to end up with that woman again?" Evelyn shot him a fierce g
When Fernando saw her, he feared the woman had come to give him more trouble again. Nothing good had ever came out from Evelyn snooping around in his vicinity. "I take it that you're not here to join me for dinner," he said, trying hard to hide the anger behind his tone. For some reason, a fool had thought it would be better if she was given some sort of powers. Despite knowing the type of person this woman was exactly! He hated that fact and want he hated the most was that she could do and undo now that she has powers. He was starting to picture her as some super villain or one of those evil queens in fantasy books when she cut him off with a question. He didn't hear her though and so he asked again, carefully so he doesn't hurt her feeling. "I was only asking, Fernando. It's been ages since you promised me exactly what I've been demanding from you. It's starting to anger me, really." She repeated, but he still wasn't following. His brows arched and he stared as if she were some
She wasn't afraid of the young man, but when he had suddenly entered, she had the will to stop talking immediately. He said nothing but only stared with menacing eyes. Evelyn said nothing too, until the silence was broken by Doris. "Oh you're back," she said, then walked over to him to hug him, or kiss him, Evelyn couldn't tell at the moment. For some reason, it annoyed her. She cleared her throat, and still said nothing. Nathan coughed, then whispered something to Doris who immediately jumped to her feet and scurried into the living room. Then he walked his way over to Evelyn and took a seat with her. She eyed him carefully and wondered if he had really not regained his memories or not. Then he spoke, and an air of creepiness suddenly rose up all over her skin. "Mother," he said, waiting for her to say something in return. Evelyn coughed and swallowed. "I am not really your mother--" she was still saying, until the next series of discussion broke into something else she would
Isla hadn't called. Why would she? She was a fan of Nathan now and cared so little to what someone like Evelyn would be feeling. All she wanted was for Nathan to win the battle at long last. When Evelyn walked up to check who had been knocking, she nearly fainted seeing who it was.When we become great teachers of emotional intelligence we will delete the alt-right. When we explain how their new linguistics is acting as an catalyst for emotional indifference - the biological opposite of love - people will start to question how these subcultures are recoding and reprogramming their brains into isolated emotional spaces where they cannot access the love they need for good health. "Wrongthink" is made of "wrong" and "think" and will both ping the amygdala and (in some people) the PAG. This changes brain chemistry and traps people into their primitive brains, the parts that will prepare them for genocide and war, the parts that are incapable of empathy, logic and self control - all of t