Psychedelic Love Story

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emed like a couple, an old couple. They looked so cute together; there was still so much affection in their eyes. I ho

quite late today again. I was home last week a quarter-hour after midnight. I hated it very much, but I had no choice. Their wages

few months ago, just to

-a mortgage. Dad took a loan with the house as collateral to start a company with his

er of the company. There was a litigation on the matter, which lasted for a relatively short period. Surprisingly, there was no evidence to prove it was joint ownershi

fully what was happening, but seeing my mother depressed made me very sad. It

mortgage; well, she had no choice. She was a nurse at the General hospital. She worked overtime at every chance she had and often came home

overworking every time. I knew I had to fin

was looking for a job. As expected, she stated it must

yed being with kids and playing with them. My job was all fun and laughter until I was called for a babysitting job by a couple I'd

ed it. Their kid was lovable, and the mother treated me like her own daughter. She drove

because he always seemed weird to me, but his wife was down with an illness. I couldn't wal

ed; I was in the middle of nowhere, far from home, with a man who could have his way with me if he wanted to. I knew better than to insult hi

vent him from knowing my house and stalking me later. I thanked him as sweetly as p

drive away. I ran ho

nd again, and if any of them tried to approach me, I'm reporting them to the cops. She wanted to apologize, but I hung up before she could. I knew it woul

The prospect of being in another situa

better than to do so; she would rip them apart, and the last thing I neede

orking here after a few weeks. The pay a

k a whole lot of my persuasion power to convince her that I would be fine. I told her I would come straight home without making a detour; it

autiful smile. I walked back to the kitchen after taking their order. All the activities con

hen I was home after midnight; she was livid. She insisted I stopped working. The world is already dangerous enough for women; she wouldn't do anything to jeopardize my safety further by allo

rything. It was after midnight already, and I was more worried about my mom's rebuke session than gettin

home, the restaurant h

ugh excuse! I was already concocting lies in my head to sway her. I had barely walked 10

sight. I was really scared!. This was th

ear soon turned to irritation as I

ing me now?" I

replying to my

so tired and exhausted. It's very late, and I have to get

. "You keep giving me the same

my calls and never

l talk about it some other time," I replied to him as calmly as I could. I was too tired to argue

grily. "Not unti

I couldn't argue my way out of th

f things on my mind. I understand your frustration, and I will try to adjust and create time for you. You are pushing

t almost immediately; I

call me a sc

am to you?" h

gue talking. I told you I'm so tired. Conversing is the last

taken aback by his outburst. I could see his fi

ere until we finish thi

rious. I knew I couldn't try to run. He

ruining whatever

re to discuss about

harassi

in all his glory, standing immaculately right behind me. I hadn't heard his footsteps or noticed his presence over my loud arguments with David. I never