Chapter 11Asher wandered in the dim street of ITHACA, hands burried in his coat pocket, his eyes lost in the crack of the pavement. He had convinced himself that eventually, he'd pull himself together, find the strength and go back home to his father and only sister, Jessica.But months passed, he was still the same broken man. The one Ava had left behind without a backward glance.What was he supposed to do now? Go back to his father, the same man he'd looked in the eye and said No to him with pride? How could he face those eyes again, knowing he'd been wrong? Knowing the same woman who gave him so much confidence to defy his father had betrayed him at the end.So many questions but yet, not a single answer to help Asher get better anywhere."Hey man" A voice came from behind followed by a tap on his shoulder. But Asher didn't turn, because his thoughts weighed too heavily on him. "Come on, man, time to go home"The voice said again, firmer this time. And slowly, Asher glanced s

Chapter 13"Hi, my name is doctor William. May we know...""Save it" Mr Robert interrupted him as he stood right at the door entrance, his hand trembling while holding the knob. Who was the creature his eyes just took in of? Was that Asher? The son whom he thought would never cross his part after his departure?No...He shook his head slowly slumping to the floor when the doctor beside him hurried and held him in his arm while gently making him sit on the bed next to Asher.Mr Robert tried to get a grip of him self but not his trembling hands which kept moving round Asher's fatally bruised body."Oh Asher...What is this and...?" He suddenly remembered the voice over the phone, mentioning two men in the vehicle with Asher had died at the hit scene."Where are they?"He asked, fixing his eyes on Asher's body. The doctors looked at him, confused and wondering why Robert was asking someone who was obviously in a coma, questions. "Please answer me" he said, "The two dead men, where are

Chapter 14Ava woke up the next day, choking on her breath.She sat up quickly, clutching her chest.“Another one,” she muttered, wiping her face. The tears had dried on her skin, but the ache still feels fresh, just like every other daysShe gently stood up from the bed and walked down towards the mirror, simply the new her, since she became a shadow of herself. She pulled the chair closer as she sat right in front of the mirror.Nothing had changed, not even the sudden wrinkles, taking over her face. Yes wrinkles, the exact same wrinkles that irritate her the most. Which her mother had pushed her on, so she would have all the money and prevent such disgusting looks happening to her. But unfortunately, she was already there.“What do you think I can do to get you off this shackles?" She asked the awful image staring back at her, her voice husky.Slowly, she moved her face closer towards the mirror, her hand moving from the tired eyes dark circles down to the cracky lips.Suddenly

Chapter 17Asher paused at the threshold of Robert's door moments after leaving the garden to speak to his father. His heart panting heavily, what if his father says no to his plan? Well, whatever comes the response. He was ready to accept it with a good fate, he thought as he took a deep breath, gently opening the door without knocking on it.And there, was his father, sitting behind the walnut desk. Clearing busy, glancing through the files on the desk. The desk lamp cast a narrow pool of light over a portrait of his late mother, and for a moment he felt his heart ached as he bent and shook his head slowly. "Feels good to see you looking this real in a picture Mom" he whispered to himself, then walked on to meet his father“Hey Dad, is it okay if I join you,” he said quietly, stepping closer.Robert raised his head up, narrowing his brow as he nodded his head in response."Thank you" He said quickly as he fastened his movement, running his fingers through his hair. Asher got to hi

Chapter 19:Ava stared at the ceiling, its pale paint cracked like the roadmap of her life splitting at odd angles, leading nowhere. Morning light tried to sneak in through the window, slashing across the room in tired yellow lines. She popped out a belch and they smell like pits. The memory of last night was seemingly stuck in her head.She wished she could let it slide, just like every other day. But no, not after smoking and drinking herself to a stupor. She had longed for a day, and maybe that was it.She dragged herself upright. Her body protested of course. Every muscle throbbed as though she’d fought her way through the night instead of dancing and drinking through it. She blinked and then the pictures of what Mason made her do inside the club flashed back into her head.But the worst of it all was how she got home, which she could not remember. And looking at herself for the first time. She realised she was a complete mess, seeing the rags she had on, even when she was certai