Shattered Dreams

Shattered Emotions

The freezing, arid air punctured through the pores of her delicate skin as she glanced to scrutinize the deserted street. She was the only soul on the dreaded and lonely street. The howling of the wind brought her eyes open. “Where am I?” Concentrating in the dark of night, confusion scrubbed over her face as she came to discover she was standing at her boyfriend's doorstep, Kane. She needed someone to talk to and share her pain. Suddenly, she remembered her boyfriend, Kane.

"I just hope he's home. Amanda, take a deep breath. You can do this.” She motivates herself and landed a soft knock on Kane's metallic door. Unfortunately, no one responded. She got nervous and called his phone. “Thank goodness he's home. Perhaps, he could be sleeping.” Amanda sighed after Kane's phone rang from the inside. She knocked again, this time harder, until Kane showed up at the door shirtless and sweating profusely, “Hey, Mandy. What are you doing here? Sorry, but I wasn't expecting to see you. You should have called,”

"Surprised to see me? No hugs, kisses? Don't you miss me, or Do I require approval before coming? It's been a rough day. I'll tell you about it when I come in.” Stunned by Kane's reaction, Amanda attempted to walk inside, but was halted. "No, this is a bad idea. Can we please have a private discussion?” Kane warded off Amanda and dragged her to the left corner.

"Hey, you hurting me. What's wrong with you?” Amanda cried and nursed her arm.

"I'm sorry, but you can't be here. This isn't the right time. You just have to go.”

"It's freaking late. Can I pass the night at your place? I can't walk through that lonely path alone,” Amanda begged. Suddenly, a strange lady strolled out from inside, wearing the shirt Amanda gifted Kane.

"Who was that and why is wearing the shirt I paid for?” Amanda interrogated.

"Go back inside. What the f**k are you doing here?” Kane ignored Amanda and ordered the lady back inside.

At this juncture, Amanda doesn't know whom to turn to anymore. First, it was her father who forced her into an arranged marriage, and now she just bumped into her boyfriend cheating on her with another lady. Funny how life has suddenly become worthless for her.

"Is that the reason you refused to let me come in? You weren't even picking up my calls. You haven't called or texted in days. Because of that b***h?” Amanda cried out and hit Kane so hard on the chest as he retreated and apologized for his actions. “I was going to tell you. Now you know why I've been avoiding you. I know my quietness isn't fair to you, I'm confused and trying to sort my feelings for you. I may need some space to think about everything. I don't know when I'll be ready to talk about it. Don't worry, I'll give you a call. But for now, you can't stay for the night. You already saw what happened.”

"Are you walking me out? Where do I go from here?”

"Last time I checked, you are not homeless. Please leave immediately,” Kane chased Amanda back to the lonely streets and shut the door before she could explain further.

"Why is life so cruel to me? Why am I treated unjustly? What crime have I committed? I'm so empty right now. I can't bare the pain anymore,” She questioned rhetorically as her words echoed in her ear. As she bemoaned, her father kept calling on the phone repeatedly, but she ignored his calls. “This isn't the best time to return home. I can't stand his presence. I need to cool off.” She declared and retired to the nightclub where she works to clear her head with a few drinks. As she walked to the bar, an ocean of tears replenished her eyes. She tried to conceal the despair on her face, but she couldn't.

"A glass of tequila, please. Add the ice, too. Very crucial!” Amanda ordered the barman, but he refused, knowing Amanda wasn't drunk.

"Be cognizant of how you treat your staff. You could get fired, you know?” Amanda terrorized the barman. With anxiety, he granted her wish. She took the first shot and continued until she emptied a bottle of tequila.

"You're drenching in alcohol, ma'am. I won't have you humiliate yourself. Now this is enough,” The barman grabbed the bottle of tequila from Amanda, but she resisted and requested more. Unknown to Amanda, some strange man seated in the VIP lounge had been keeping an eye on her. While the altercation got fierce, the strange man stepped in. "You need to listen to the barman. Alcohol doesn't look good on you,” he advised Amanda and towed her outside as everyone taunted her for the mess caused. They never questioned this strange man because they assumed he was her boyfriend.

"Please get me out of here. My head hurts! Ouch!” Amanda placed her head on his broad chest and pleaded. Her legs couldn't stand firm on the ground. She was gradually losing her sight with her blurry vision. With reluctance, he drove Amanda to his apartment and took her to the guest room. "You'd be fine when you wake up. Kindly let me know if you need anything,” he placed her on the bed and attempted to leave, but Amanda held him back and dragged him to the bed seductively.

"We shouldn't be doing this. It's rather abominable. I can't take advantage of you,” he refused Amanda's advances and looked away. Amanda insisted and remained adamant. She wasn't ready to give up soon.

"Quit the pretense already. I know you need this more than I do.” Amanda grabbed his p***s and kissed him so passionately that he couldn't resist. Unfortunately, he got carried away and shifted her panties to the left side to insert his p***s into her v****a.

"Now this is what I desire! f**k me harder. Go deeper than the Ocean! Yes, I can feel it,” Amanda moaned and firmly held the bedspread. After exploring the missionary position, Amanda got up from the bed and played with his p***s like a microphone. She inserted it inside her mouth to suck every part of it like a w***e!