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Hated and Loved.

Hated and Loved.

RICS

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Don is 20, and married to Viv who is 36. Their son Brian dies in a mystery as he makes the two fall apart. A second chance is given to prove the power of Love.

Chapter 1 ONE

Almost all, my body shrunk. My head was in deep pain, as it was really spun. My minds followed with confusion and drizzling. I was in high fears, moods of confusion and disgrace. My heart was in deep pain. I tried to stand as well as get my self composed to get up, but I couldn't. I tried to support myself with a twenty-liter water jar that was just beside me, but still, I couldn't!.

All I did was just but in vain; after all the efforts I showed just to settle everything between us to her; it was just but lies and excuses and as much as I endeavored to explain everything to her, she couldn't believe me. I never thought that maybe we would get to this point.

My head was spun, and I was shivering from the wind and cold that came from the window and the door that remained open at this time of the day. The clock was ticking at the eight o'clock mark. The door was open and to this point I never thought that I had a friend, no one was around to comfort my itching minds, all were laughing at me as they saw me make my grave.

I have never tasted alcohol before, contrary until now as I just did. All was because I had no otherwise, all the boys and the girls I trusted left me in this mess alone. A bottle of beer lite in my right hand as I did top-ups. Again I tried to get my self wrapped up. I laid myself against the wall as my head revolved around my own small world. Literary, I could barely breathe as I laid my head against the wall, I had no more energy to raise even my eyebrows as well as open my eyes.

Everything was all messy, as I looked at my shrinking and shivering body, tirelessly. My left shoe was at the door as I wore the right shoe, although it wasn't well-worn. I wore it on my left leg but never to understand how it happened, for I thought it was all okay.

I never thought campus could be this hard, it was all a second hell that I hardly thought of. Not only that, but I've never thought of apologizing before a girl, neither any lady apart from my departed mama, but this one could lead me into it. The pain in my heart could just lead me to it for real. The itch of having memories of my hands full of blood, crooked down into my head deep to my heart. I cried so loud as tears of sorrows and disgrace went down deep in my heart.

"You have murdered Don! You have...!" A voice deep in my minds whispered in sorrow as it showed sympathy to the departed young soul.

Tears of pain went down my chicks to flood my worn out Dior T-shirt that I almost won it for four days. "I couldn't believe you can go to that extent, Don!" A deep voice of Viv cried in my ears untiringly, as she swanned from side to side of my minds that seemed empty.

The deep lights of the moon shown on my face as I tried to open my eyes, the drunkenness in me couldn't allow me to stand, neither open my eyes. It all sucked as I watched myself in such disgrace and sorrows of pain as well as worries. My eyes were heavy furthermore, my legs started to swell in the deem light of the moon.

I tried to allow my minds to flow in the dark moon's light and retrieve what really happened, but as much as I tried, my minds resisted and never allowed me to. My trembling legs made me open up my eyes widely to see in the deem light of the moon. As soon as they did, I heard sprinting footsteps on my door which thereafter, was followed with a deep and a heavy knock that led my eyes to remain widely open. Although they couldn't get a clear sight and vision neither.

As the shadow made a step to another, it approached. I felt the steps' depth as well as the deep breaths that the person made. My eyes opened more widely.

Through the deem frightening light, the dark shadow that holds a gun like object in its hands stood just in front of me and closely approached, trembling in anger and overpowered. I suddenly felt shivering and trembling as well, and my eyes were more often wide as well as my hands shook in fear. Suddenly, the lights of my room were on. I was so frightened as the light stroke my eyes in power as I felt the pain as I was struggling to find out the position at which the dark shadow stood...

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