Memories *5*

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.*

Charlie Damilo – part 3

Charlie Damilo was a wild child, little devil with the face of an angel. The only person that could make him behave was his father, but he died when Charlie was 12 and the slightest chance to turn into a nice person disappeared together with Mr. Damilo’s remains, buried under the ground. Charlie’s mother didn’t grieve much about the loss of her husband, shortly after there would be a different man, different daddy nearly every day at their house in Marikina City, Philippines. Charlie would hear late at night his mother’s giggles and love moans and he hated her, he wanted to make her pay for not respecting, for not being faithful. And one day he did. He just killed her, stabbing her with a knife more than 20 times, with such content movements, not feeling guilt even for a second. He hid the body in the basement in the hole he excavated himself and on top he poured his last, innocent smile engraved in cement. He told the neighbors with his best sad face how his mother left him and ran away with her last lover. And that was it, he was 18 and free. Charlie sold the house, all the furniture and jewelry the family had and with the money went to Manila.

Charlie didn’t have problem to have any rich lady he wanted. Not only their bodies and hearts ready to obey and follow his rules, but and their money too. He didn’t care about any of them, after all they were like his mother – worth nothing. Four years he was living like a king, undisturbed for his actions. Until one day the husband of the woman he was with caught him with the jewelry he stole and in defense Charlie shoot him. It was clear he couldn’t stay there. He had to escape. Making a fake passport that would take him out of the country wasn’t easy, but it was possible when you pay the respectful amount of money. His new identity was under the name  Joey Amaba and with it Charlie went to America, to Los Angeles.

He loved the rich neighborhoods, the shops, the fame and the glory, everything there was made exactly for him and his taste. American women were easy to take advantage of, to lie to. He could live there forever and life would’ve been always interesting if it wasn’t the stupid Leanne that committed suicide because of him. When they said on the news about her, other women recognized the name and complained against him too and that was the end of living in America. At first he went to Morocco, but life there wasn’t the way he liked it. Spending a year in Russia, then in Romania, Charlie finally ended up in Spain.

Landing in Barcelona, not having much of a hope to be any nicer a place than the previous 2-3 countries, being in love with LA already and longing to somehow find way to go back, he was in an absolute strike of surprise with the sudden feelings of astonishment, with the unexpected flow of love that he sensed deep in his heart, when a stranger woman fainted in his hands. “Damn it! What the hell is this now? -his inside voice asked. Charlie was not troubled by the fainted woman, he could deal with it easily, he had many ladies laying lifeless in his hands. The problem was that all he wanted to do is protect her, love her, take care of her with tenderness, with passion, he wanted to make her feel like a princess, one and only important princess of his heart.

Isabella Rico Valor wasn’t even his type! Of course she was cute, but she wasn’t a woman he would choose to be with. Being with him only for two minutes and already ruling his mind, not a good sign, not at all. He could just leave her at the hospital and go, but no … He tried staying away from her, but it was hard. He fought the desire to ask her out all week and on the end he couldn’t resist. He even couldn’t keep his promise he won’t kiss her. It was her smile and her voice, the way she was talking a lot, but never stupid stuff. And then the kiss that totally disarmed him. Weakness in his legs,  his hands were no longer in control and the beast inside of him wanting to tear her apart, to make her cry, with all the love he could give her in bed and not only.

Everything was so new to him, the first flowers he ever gave a woman, the first presents he bought, the first “I love you” that he said, and the first time that he would be careful about being with other women, because of the money. Everything because of Isabella and everything out of his heart. When she told him she is pregnant Charlie couldn’t believe how he asked her to keep the baby and to marry him. And the strangest thing of all, he was actually happy about it.

The day Bella went to tell her parents about their wedding plans, he met that blond girl ready to give him anything just for a little attention and he was stupid enough to take her to Bella’s flat. And then Bella and her impulsive nature, the surprise to come back earlier. Why was his luck left him, Charlie wondered? Women that had felt lied by him never said “Out!” to him, never threw things after him, they were all begging him to not leave them. But she did. Not only she expelled him, but didn’t say a single word, to blame him, to ask him why or anything else, just to show feelings. The ignorance was burning him. And after that she disappeared, like she was never there. He found out in a month time that she lost the baby and went back to Santa Pola. Charlie couldn’t go there to find her, not with her parents around. He was pissed off, rage was eating him. No woman leaves him behind. Especially not the one he really loved and cared about.

For weeks his only thought was how to get to her. And on the end -brilliant idea! Her poems that she wrote because of him, tons of them, so nice and inspiring, she wanted them to be published. He knew she sent them to few publishing houses. So he went back to USA, but this time to New York. He made a publishing house under the name of Joey Amaba. He contacted her and said they loved her work, promised her great things and a challenge no one could resist, only so she could come to him. Bella had no idea about his little plan, about how much he waits for payback time to come. Today Isabella Rico Valor would be his again and this time forever …

to be continued

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Memories *4*

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.*

Alex Castillo – part 2

Alex Castillo was sitting on his couch, watching a football game. His favorite team NY Giants was doing great tonight. On sunday evening, before his flight tomorrow to New York, what better he could do? Few years ago he was a player, very good one. And right now he would still be with the team, playing and not watching them, but the death of his sister Leanne changed everything. His life, his job, his existence as a happy man. Alex’s mother was Miss Puerto Rico once upon a time and he sure took from her the handsome look and the green eyes with sparkles.

Having very silent type of character, not saying much, only when needed, he was many times misunderstood by women. They all thought he don’t care, so none of them lasted for a long time near him. At the age of 35, Alex Castillo was still single, even though handsome and smart, with good job and from a very wealthy family. He would sometimes, late at night, imagine the woman who would make him fall in love crazy. He would dream about her long, black curly hair, about her eyes-light brown, warm sand color and her smile -making any life beautiful. She would love to sit next to him on the couch, while he would watch a game. They will enjoy seeing new places and travel. And most of all, she would understand his silence, because she would talk pleasantly enough for both of them. But before he finds that lovely lady, he had to finish something.

He had to send to jail the murderer of his sister. That’s why he left the football team and became a federal agent.
There was a part of him liking the job, especially in the moments when evil people will get justice. Then he would somehow feel less pain, because of Leanne’s death. Leanne was four years younger than him, she was a bright girl,
bringing joy to everyone around her. She changed when she met him – Joey Amaba- if that was his real name.
The gym instructor from the Philippines, typical playboy. Alex couldn’t understand, how come women were blind to see his real nature? What was so special about him to drive them madly in love?

The day they found Leanne dead in the bathtub with water mixed with blood and her wrists deeply cut, with a note on the bathroom floor explaining why, the police called Alex first, because he was the last one she dialed on the phone.
He came running to her flat, two blocks away from his apartment in the town of Pasadena. The way he saw her, it broke all his emotional barriers. The note was saying about her love with Joey, how much she adored him, but how he used her. Being unreasonably, strongly in love and blindly attached to him, he managed to steal all her money and not only, but most of the family money too. And after all, he dumped her, saying she is worth nothing. Leanne couldn’t stand the shame, couldn’t face the family and the mistake she made, so she ended her life.

Telling his parents was the hardest of all. The amount of pills his mother needed to get through the funeral, his father crying like a lost child- something he has never seen before … it was dramatic. Alex though didn’t plan on waiting the pain to go away. Few days after the funeral he quit the football team and found way to join the bureau. Today, seven years later, Alexis Castillo was closer to Joey Amaba than ever. The bureau got an intel that Joey was in New York and
Alex was going there hoping to complete this case and to finally get a closure.

to be continued …

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Memories *3*

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.*

… She was writing again and this time the words were different, this time she wanted to share happiness. They couldn’t stay apart. It was like a dream, like a fairytale, like a celebration, or at least Bella thought it was. Blind, deaf, not able to accept anything but the moments with him, with Charlie, her Charlie.

People were talking bad about him, even Dina and Helena once told her they saw him with another woman, but she couldn’t believe it was true. Bella trusted him. And when the pregnancy test Bella did came positive, she had another prove of his devotion. The excitement in his voice, how come he could have another woman? It was impossible! Charlie couldn’t wait the doctor to confirm the news, so Bella could go and talk to her parents and he could officially ask for her hand.

Three weeks later, Bella called her mom and said she is coming to see them. Mr. and Mrs. Rico Valor were delighted with the news, their baby girl had met someone nice and there was a grand-child on its way. Isabella was supposed to stay two days in Santa Pola, but she couldn’t wait to see Charlie again, so she decided to go back a day earlier and to surprise him. But she was the one to be surprised , entering the flat, seeing clothes all over the floor, definitely not hers.

The sound of the running water in the shower, the sighs of pleasure and the view of Charlie’s naked body, holding another naked body of a woman, touching her, kissing her with care. At first it was the shock that made her go down on the floor, trying to restrict the vision, trying to convince herself, that it was just a bad joke. And then the awakening, her six senses brutally awake, showing her in slow motion all signs about how much people were right, all signs that she ignored , because it was so damn good to feel like a princess. And at last – the rage that swallowed her, feeling she will murder, the scream: “Out! Both of you out!”, which got the attention of the sinful couple in the shower.

It was a blur, a delusion what followed next. The skinny blond woman running and leaving wet traces on the black marble. Charlie apologizing and Bella pushing him away, with hatred, with disgust, nasty feelings she never felt before. The vase and the picture frames thrown after him and that traitor her heart, hoping Charlie will disappear. And when finally alone with the door locked and Charlie banging on it, begging her to let him in and explain, the tears came, the bitter ocean of tears, followed by million “Why?” and blood running down on her legs.

Bella lost the baby and with the unborn baby gone, all her dreams faded at once. The pieces of glass in between water and roses on the floor, were the only witnesses to watch her soul evaporating into the sky, the only that heard the silent promise : ” There won’t be another heart to trust and let it dance a broken tango with my scars!”

Dina was out of town that night. She was expecting a call from Bella to hear how things went in Santa Pola after the news about the baby, but when she heard the hysterically crying Bella on the phone, not able to understand a word out in between the sobbing and the quick talk, she got really worried and sent Helena to see what is going on. Helena found her friend in a way no words could describe, covered with blood, the look in her eyes, broken, empty and the only thing she could do is take Bella to the hospital. Helena has never seen Bella in such a condition, she herself was ready to cry. She tried to understand what happened, why her flat was a mess, how she lost the baby, where Charlie was and how come she was not in Santa Pola, but no luck. Bella didn’t speak until the time to leave the hospital came. And all she said was that she doesn’t want to talk about it, how Barcelona is over for her and she is going back to Santa Pola for good.

She asked them if they could go to her flat and pack a bag for her, she didn’t want to go there and live the nightmare again. The flat she bought with so much love was now contaminated and dirty. Back in Santa Pola, Bella begged her parents to just accept her back, without questions. Her mother would hear her cry late at night for months. It was tearing her apart to not know how to help her little girl, but she respected her wish and never mentioned Charlie or the baby who obviously were no longer there. One day Bella asked if she can work in the family hotel. It was the day she decided it’s time to move on. It was nice meeting new people, talking with the guests, she even found her notebook and wrote few poems. They were all about one hopeful new future and one different world, where pure love rules within. Her mother was reading the poems secretly and she couldn’t thank God enough for bringing life back to her daughter.

Bella sent some of her work to few publishing houses she found online. Many people have said to her she has a talent, so why not try to do something about it. And not much later a publishing house in New York answered her, saying they loved her work. So tomorrow the early flight she had to catch was to New York. She was so excited, she couldn’t sleep.
The celebration for her 33d birthday with her parents, the dreams about the new beginning, the ideas of the new poems she will write, it all kept her awake. She was wondering why did she remember all this tonight?
What took her to the past? Maybe this was a way to say “good bye” to all bad memories and the pain that made her loose the way to happiness, maybe it was a way to welcome tomorrow- the new, beautiful and promising tomorrow!

to be continued …

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