FALLING FOR HIS DADDY

h time and placed the phone to my ear, pacin

ting sound of the rings until the

times had

e nervousness and the an

ed to myself through gritted teeth

arms blared in the background. My grip tightened on the medical chart in my hand, the edges biting into my palm while my

o a nurse in the hallway. I grabbed her, my feet still refusing to be plant

ink before she finally gestured vaguely down the hall. "I think I

I asked i

it came out loudly. So loudly that it w

were not on the same level. She was a rich kid, the only one of her social class who sought friendship from a nobody like me. So it would be

oman's dream man. She praised him even for the smallest things and even defended his wrongs. But that was just

friend into a room. Vincent had come to greet me this morning, after go

ying my furrowed face and the uncontrolled rising

ng in my head. "Thank you. Please excuse me," I excused myself a

avy with the wild thoughts that ran through my mind, while my heart thudded inside m

, a faint sound reached

not just

that sent a cold c

oor, and immediately I place

hat...aah," the sound echoed aga

I could not count. The ground beneath me seemed

hing sounded damn familiar. Too familiar

ingering on the doorknob while I battled with my divided thoughts. I didn't know wheth

'I must be paranoid,' I

ternity, my trembling fingers found the courage and tw

erything stood still, except for the dagger

to the high heavens, as if the entire world needed to know of what was

of thrusts and moans and heavy breathi

s of pleasure leaving her mouth as my boyfriend, Vincent De'Luka, hungrily trailed wet kisse

side her pot of honey, hungrily thrusting in her a

ced me, a stinging bittersweet sign of a sweet m

er. My legs became too heavy to walk me any further. I almost choked on my blocked breath

nd and my

n as I started, and the words came out so fai

om their nearing climax. They finally sprang apart, moans and curses of disappointment r

I, the stupid, naive m

ed and shocked that I learn

I now had two streams of tear

didn't move

commanding me not to speak a word about what I had witnessed. At

t was neve

us giggle followed by a mocking

to me. I took a deep breath in and out, ca

oice cracking as I wipe

confirming something or, perhaps, demanding explana

ilt on his face, like I expected. It was like he couldn't even see me. I had suddenly turne

his posture, pulling his pants up slowly, like he intentionally wanted to

n watched him get dressed. His composure s

, unbothered, and cold towards me