I SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIM TO DIE.Mrs Adams was so worried about the whereabouts of her son. She had been in the sitting room since Sammy ran out of the house. She was pacing and would not stop trying his number, which rang and rang, but no answer.Mrs Adams was worried so much that she was shedding tears until the night when they were supposed to be at the airport to board the plane to New York City, but here she was still at home.Mrs Klein returned from her convenience shopping with her son, Vince, and she was not expecting to see Mrs Adams, she had thought that they must have left, so that she would have her son to herself.Vince was wearing a pair of black leather pants and a jacket, his inner shirt was white. His short hair was styled to the back behind him, and he looked more like a calm guy, apart from his face, which was gently dropped, and his eyelashes that were flabbed downward.He had walked around the mall along with his mum with shopping bags in his hands, and he was tired

SEPARATION IS BETTER.Everything happened so fast, and before Vince could understand what was going on, he was at the airport with tears in his eyes, watching as his best and only friend was taken into the plane for relocation and treatment to a country different from his.He was broken, and he turned to Mrs Klein, "Can't I follow him, mum? I will be fine and that is why I made sure that our plane is available. I promise you, Mum, I will be fine."Mrs Klein refused to look at him and she replied to him, "No, you cannot go with him, you have to stay here with me. And don't think that I don't know that you called your father to ask permission from him. Remember, you're here with me and your dad is not here, so I get to make the rules."Vince knew that it was all, he couldn't go to New York City, and he couldn't think of what to do either. He turned to the car and ran to escape into it.Mrs Klein pulled a blind eye to the broken nature of her son, saying in her mind, "I only want him for

ARROGANT MR CLINTON.Sammy did not wake up even after his conversation with Mrs Adams, his eyes were tightly closed, but through the machine, one could tell that he was breathing fine.It was two weeks and Mrs Adams was to resume work in the general mansion in New York City.She had dressed up and was driving to the location that her car's GPS was directing her to.Mrs Adams had not heard from either Mrs Klein or her son, Vince, no matter how much she tried to reach them, though she never grumbled for money. It was like a fixed thing for her, she received an alert from Mrs Klein almost every day.Mrs Klein got to the mansion in the States and parked her car among the other workers' vehicles in the workers' section. She alighted and took her walk away from the garage with her bag.Today, she was not to resume work, she was only to show herself and talk about her payment with the man in charge of the house. She had not yet concluded in her heart about the pay she should ask for. The Kle

ONLY VINCE'S NAME COULD HEAL HIM.Mrs Adams knew for one that for the doctor to request an audience with her, something terrible must be happening to her son, but she went. Her sweaty hands were holding the hems of her top when she was moving forward. Her legs wobbled behind her, and her head felt heavy from thinking of everything possible that might be going on.She dreaded meeting with the doctor so much.The knock she left on the door of the doctor's office when she got there was such a weak one, and hearing it by the doctor was a mystery."Come in, Mrs." The doctor answered from inside.Mrs Adams took her time before she opened the door. Before that, she had put on a feigned calm look, perfectly hiding her fright under a wide smile."Doctor, you called for me." She said to the doctor as soon as she entered into the space for the office."Please," He gestured towards a seat before him. She sat down."Is there any problem, doc?""Ahem," He cleared his throat, "Your son might be wors

AN UNCOMMON DRUG TO BE USED.Sammy was in the room with two people, a man and a woman. They were therapists who had come to help him recover.The woman was sitting down on Sammy's dressing chair, and the man was standing beside the door. Sammy was sitting in his bed. His hands were firmly gripping his phone as though he wanted to snap it off, his gaze locked on the process of the phone, but his mind was so far away from the surroundings of the room."Do you want us to talk downstairs for easier convenience?" The woman asked Sammy, but he remained as he was."Then, I'll assume you're comfortable like this." She stated.She got hold of the edge of the chair she was sitting on and pulled the chair closer to Sammy.Sammy was not aware of the closure, "Hey." That was the word that got Sammy's attention. He jolted away, farther into the bed so abruptly, as if he was burned by her closeness."Relax, I will not hurt you." She assured him, but did not attempt to move her chair forward again.S