"What?" "Nathan, I know where he is." Owen repeated more firmly. "I can tell you where to find him.""Are you sure about this Owen? You know that this issue at hand is a very delicate one." Granny Castiel inquired with a straight face."Yes." He saw that two officers were present along with Doris and Friday, he wasn't expecting this much people but… summoning his courage, he went on anyway."You know the thing is, Alan told me he loves my sister and that he wants to wed her," he stopped to look at Doris. "… and I told him I would help him.""Knowing fully well that your sister is already married." Granny said with a stern tone."Yes, but I believed I was doing the right thing for my sister.""The right thing… the right thing. Why is it that you and mother refuse to see that Nathan and I are in love with each other?. Why can't you see that we're meant for each other?. Why do you always have to be like this? Nathan and I have been together for so, so many years and you still haven't be
"You're probably so disappointed in me." Owen said after he was alone with their grandma."Yes. You know why?""Why?""Because I know you acted out of your hatred towards Nathan, and not your love for your sister."She was right. "I'm sorry.""Are you though? Are you really sorry… or are you just begging so you don't have to go to jail along with your partner?""I'm really sorry grandma. I just… I thought Alan would be in the better position to care for my sister.""Why? Because he's rich?""Well yeah, I mean he has the qualities and everything one can use to cater for a wife.""Hmm, is that what your mother puts in your head?""My mother–""It's alright. No need to get agitated, I won't say anything bad about your mother. But I will yell you this Owen, your sister loves you dearly, she loves your parents, she loves this family… but she can't live with you forever, neither can she keep living for you. She has to live for herself, and that means doing what she wants, when she wants… a
"Hey you," Doris poked her heard inside through the slightly open door. "How are you feeling?""Very much okay and ready to go home."Nathan was already tired of sitting in a hospital but Doris felt like he hadn't spent enough time there."You need to rest." She said, the firmness in her voice making it sound like an order, but Nathan knew she was merely concerned."And I already did, since yesterday. I'm well rested now, it's time for me to leave this place.""Be patient, you will be discharged–"Tomorrow, I know but I really don't think I have to spend another day just laying in bed. Besides, our bed is more comfortable.""You'll get to lay on our bed once you've been discharged… tomorrow.""Whatever you say doctor. So, how are things going with Alan?""He's still in police custody but," Doris didn't know how she would tell Nathan about the deal her grandmother made."But what? Talk to me Doris, what's going on?""Grandma made a deal with Alan's mother.""Deal, what kind of deal?"
Doris froze in her steps as Alan snatched a gun from the police officer in front of him and aimed it at her. She knew she was supposed to run, or at least move out of the way but she couldn't.Fear crept into her mind and drilled her to the spot she stood. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Nathan running towards her but before she could warn him, it was too late. She heard the loud bang of the gunshot and Nathan was bleeding terribly. She watched in horror as her husband fell to the ground and soon he was covered in a pool of blood."No, no, please stay with me." She felt horrible and her entire body was trembling badly.Her mother amd cousins ran inside but Owen and her father stayed, but neither of them moved to where they were. The police officers tackled Alan to the ground and hurriedly cuffed him.Granny Castiel rushed to them and pressed her slim hands hands on Nathan's wound… not that her small hands could do anything. "I already called the ambulance and they're on thei
Doris sat by Nathan in the hospital. He looked less pale than he did a few days ago, and the doctor said it meant he was recovering but it still wasn't enough for her.She missed having meaningless conversations with her significant other, not this one sided sad talks she was doing."Hey babe, how are you?" She asked, like she had been doing everyday for the past week. "Anne came over earlier to take Williams." Doris was in no condition to care for a child so Anne would visit in the morning to take him and she would bring him back in the afternoon after she had fed him and gave him a change of clothes."When are you going to wake up? Hmm….I miss you…" her voice croaked up as fresh tears began streaming down her face. "I need you Nathan."The doctor said staying with him and constantly talking to him would speed up his recovery and she tried to do so, everyday…but it was very painful for her."Please come back to me, please…I can't do this without you, please.""Honey, you need to stop
Doris didn't go back to the mansion since Nathan was taken to the hospital, instead she stayed by his side, not leaving for a second.Back at the mansion, things had been awkward, granny Castiel had been hostile towards everyone, one would think that it was her son who got shot.Anne looked like she was weighed down by the incident, but her concern was more on Doris than Nathan. No matter how much the girls fought, Anne was still worrying about Doris. The others acted like nothing had happened at all, except Owen who tried dramatically to impress their grandmother.With only three days after Nathan was hospitalized, Granny Castiel sued Alan to court, despite all the pleas she got from Alan's mother and grandmother. She was willing to drop all the charges against him for old time's sake. She had been friends with his grandmother for years and she was willing to let go of all the hard feelings for friendship sake. But then, Alan did the unforgivable by almost claiming Nathan's life.★★★
Doris sat by Nathan in the hospital. He looked less pale than he did a few days ago, and the doctor said it meant he was recovering but it still wasn't enough for her.She missed having meaningless conversations with her significant other, not this one sided sad talks she was doing."Hey babe, how are you?" She asked, like she had been doing everyday for the past week. "Anne came over earlier to take Williams." Doris was in no condition to care for a child so Anne would visit in the morning to take him and she would bring him back in the afternoon after she had fed him and gave him a change of clothes."When are you going to wake up? Hmm….I miss you…" her voice croaked up as fresh tears began streaming down her face. "I need you Nathan."The doctor said staying with him and constantly talking to him would speed up his recovery and she tried to do so, everyday…but it was very painful for her."Please come back to me, please…I can't do this without you, please.""Honey, you need to stop
In life, it is said that you can learn to grow stronger in any storm, you can learn how to turn disadvantage into advantage, and that will be your 'turning straw into gold' moment. But it was challenging, so very challenging. Doris had no idea how she was supposed to do that, she didn't even know where she could start from. Her mornings were filled with tears from watching her husband that had been put on life support, and her evenings were crying herself to sleep, praying for a miracle to happen.She knew she was supposed to be stromg, for him, for their son, for their family but…it was unbelievably difficult. Seeing someone you love dearly in a difficult situation was bound to break you.That day was no different, she had woken up early, and after checking on her husband, she then proceeded in counting the hours until nightfall.The only difference this day had was rain.The downpour was so heavy that to be caught unawares in it meant being drenched to the skin. Each drop was as la
He glanced at his watch and frowned. He was late. He picked up the pace, almost running in an attempt to beat time. He had promised his lady that he would be on time and now he was running late.He finally got to the main road and took his place at the bus stop. After waiting for almost two minutes– two extra wasted minutes of his time– a taxi arrived and after a brief negotiation, they were on their way.His phone rang out from his coat pocket and he already knew who would be calling. "I know, I know, this isn't what I planned either. I'm sorry.""You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" She complained over the phone."I am really, truly sorry honey. I'll be there in three minutes… five minutes top.""Get here in two minutes!""I'm in a taxi, I'll be there soon." After he hung up, he noticed the cab driver staring at him through the mirror. "Wife's troubles huh?""Yeah.""I can relate. My Mrs is always stressing me out. But there's nothing we can do about it.""Yeah." He repl
"Yes?""I am detective Sam Rogers, and with me is my partner.""James West." They introduced themselves and showed him their badges."How may I help you fine officers?""Mr Thomas Castiel, you are under arrest for the crime of murder on Mr Anakin's late parents.""Are you serious? You are arresting me?""Yes sir. Please sir, I would advise you to come with us quietly to avoid any embarrassment.""Officers, what is going on here?" Evelyn questioned as she walked in.""Nothing ma'am, we would just like to invite your husband for questioning at the station.""Station? Please, what is going on here?""Calm down ma'am, you'll know his offense when he gets to the station.""Do you have any idea what of you're doing? You had the audacity, you had the guts to come into my house….and arrest me?""I'm afraid so. I would also advise you to limit your words sir, because anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.""Court of law, what the hell are you talking about?""Ju
Frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept her warm. Isla watched the ice-crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty, content to exist and be. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching her breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. The kind that only stops at the doors of the well-made houses. The cold weather that seeped through any thin cloth to drain the soul, instead feeds the soul of those well wrapped in warm layers of well insulated fabrics.It was the same type of coldness that reached into one's bones, as if their heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do would be to keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. There was a lot on her mind that night. And she even tried her best to get Nathan off her mind. She wouldn't just stop thinki
Evelyn met with Regina that day. Not for anything else besides their main discussion. She had purposely visited Regina and had the meeting scheduled at her house. She loved being a wedding guest. It's as if rockets have been lit beneath the soul. There is such love right out in the open. Everyone feels free to let their happy flags fly. Cynics are silent at last. Birdsong becomes the music of the quiet reflections. Souls are united. To have an invitation to such an event is a blessing indeed.She saw the woman from afar, shivering in fear. Fear of what though? Well perhaps it was because the head of the Queens was right at her house! She gave a satisfying grin at the moment and continued with her discussion. "Well, so you see why it is important for us to meet up?" She said, a satisfying smile working its way over to her cheeks. Her face had been plastered with bright heavy makeup. Again. Just on purpose. She ignored Regina's shivering and continued. "So we can discuss the wedding
Nathan is alone, thinking about his life when Doris enters. She tries to confront him, but he just wasn't buying. He was terrified of a whole lot of things. The emotion of our reunion sealed as a perfect photograph in my soul.He had felt so very angry. He'd felt so deeply bloody angry with the universe, with God. Yet that is so unfair. Everything he had struggled for is exactly what he asked to do. He had en route to achieve what he set out to achieve. The pain that was to come with it, the brutal brutal suffering of his soul was necessary. There was no other way to learn what he had learned. The anger is because he want to be with her. He want to be with you so much but he had to keep his own counsel, his own direction with only the influence of the divine ether that came to the artist. Artists would get that. They've felt what he felt. But there must come a time, a day, a moment when he would get to say he'd done what he set out to do. He really hoped so. Because that was when we g
Nathan opened the door for Tori to go in and she smiled at his portrayal of a gentleman."Thank you." "You're welcome."She walked in with a small bag in her hand."Here let me help you.""Oh no it's fine, I got it." She replied smiling."I don't like the idea of inconveniencing you in this way."Tori had insisted on following Nathan home after he dropped her at her place. She claims she couldn't leave him alone and let depression take over him."Mr Anakin, I'd like you to know that I have no secret agenda behind this, I just want to make sure you're okay by all times." Tori explained."Why are you saying that? I know you have no hidden agenda Tori.""Then let me be with you in such a crucial time sir… as a confidant." She said with so much sincerity in her tone.Nathan sighed, "as you wish."Now they were together in the apartment, Tori had insisted on preparing dinner but he plainly refused, he still had his mind on Doris and he wondered what kind of things the abductors would be
The door of the station pushed open and barging into the room was Evelyn with the other important women of Ettavile as her minions.Her heels made loud noises as she strolled confidently into the D.P.O's office."Ma'am you can't go in there." A police officer stopped her."My daughter has been kidnapped and I know who did it so move!" She yelled at him, pushing him away from the entrance.Inside the office was Nathan and Tori who had rushed back to the station after their conversation with Evelyn."I know who the culprit is! Which station is it?" Evelyn yelled at Nathan."Uhm, I can't seem to remember the name… the huh.. the one located just at the end of delmer street.""Be there by the time I get there.""Wait what?"Evelyn hung up the phone then faced her group members."We're going to the police station ladies.""What for?" One of the women asked."To report a little rat."Nathan jumped on his feet and picked up his jacket."What's going on?" Tori asked."We have to go back to the
They had no other option than to meet Doris and her husband. The gang stole Drew from us a piece at a time. Every week they pushed him slightly further until not only did he have no morals, he thought that way of thinking was a desirable freedom. His family, we who truly loved him, became his enemy. He looked at us like we were vile to him. Then one day I found him shaking in his bedroom, crying like the sun had been stolen from the sky, his hands slick with another's blood. That's the last time I ever saw the real Drew, in that moment of remorse. After that he sunk so low into his new m.o. that no-one got close unless they were bringing news of the next gang order.Nobody joins a gang without being a lost soul first. No-one goes to a monster for guidance unless it's their only option. Yet I can't underestimate this gang boy, however young he is. Until the head of any serpent is removed, you ignore the body at your peril. Given his youth he is perhaps more reachable than an older boy
Owen has nothing, he talks to his wife. He called his mother, they agree to beg Nathan and Doris. Incels, if women were robots then you could push their buttons and make them dispense sex in the way a coffee machine gives coffee. They aren't robots, or fem-iods, or foids, but people. Your hatred of women shows up in who you are, thus at an instinctive level, below the conscious brain, women will fear you. This fear is there to protect them from having sex with a man who does not love them. Women are people. Their "sex" is a form of bonding with the one they are in love with, male or female. People also tend to love a person who loves themselves, who is at ease with who they are. So maybe work on yourself? Build empathy instead of entitlement and hate? Personally, I only have sex with a guy when I love him. Not a robot.The "Incel" according to the Oxford Dick-tionary of "we know everything about you assholes who hide behind fake names and avatars," is short for "Incompetent Celibates