Maybe it was the fact that they were both single fathers, maybe that was the single thing that unconsciously drew them towards each other. What it was is nothing but merely a nice past time that relieves their sexual desires. The sexual desires that they had kept under wraps for the last few years that their wives left them. Each other was nothing but a moment of escape and after the inevitable climax, they get up and pretend that nothing ever happened, that they don't even know the name of each other.

Maybe it was that agreement they had that made it fatal for the other. The agreement that after they do the deed, they pretend that they don't know each other. Foolishly agreeing due to blind desires, his conscience held no weight, it was never a problem to him. Even in death, he just pretended he didn't know him.

Andrew was glaring at the man indignantly, he stood his ground in front of me looking like a mad dog protecting its owner.

What does a person do when his own mortality is finally reminded to him once again by life, itself. When sickness takes over, where do people clutch onto for hope, hope that they could live to love another day?

My dad was glaring daggers at me, he probably heard what I told Lizzy in the mall. That or maybe he didn't want Andrew in this house at all, I knew they despised each other.

What can years do to a person? How much can they change? How can they change so much everyone who ever knew him, doesn't recognize him at all? His whole identity erased from the face of the earth like he was never a person at all.

Lizzy clutched her hand, when Andrew clutched it earlier, I did hear bones break. I was concerned for her when that happened, but her father's actions diminished those concerns until they were absolutely nothing.

Can you truly despise someone to the point that you're able to just stand by, while they slowly die in their own home? Writhing in pain, gasping labored breaths, with skin so pale it's a miracle to think it was tanned before that.

Andrew's, tanned arms held me protectively behind him, that's when my mother came in with Shay.

Where was the love she was supposed to give him? The broken promise of "I'll love you and everything that comes along with you," nothing but lies thrown in the wind. Written promises in water, never having any substance. She was nothing but a product you picked up from the streets, but you loved her more than you did him.

Shay looked confused as to what's going on but my mother caught up immediately, trying to calm everyone down. I was spacing out as I heard shouts from two distinct voices, and another feminine one joining the fray.

He screamed at the death of his loved one, the only thing that kept him alive finally taken from him by the Gods. After years and years of ill torment, he was finally put to rest. But out of the loss of one soul, comes the agony of another.

"I'll kill anyone you dare marry him to! He's mine!"

"I'll kill the person who did this to you dad! I'll kill him!"

I passed out.

Max was a normal teen boy. He lived in a trailer park, yes, but that doesn't mean that he didn' have a normal childhood. His parents loved him to the bone, down to the very core of his being. Greg, on the other hand, lived with an alcoholic father, he works day and night just to provide money for the bills. On top of that, he also has to keep a high grade just so he can keep his scholarship. Greg also lives in that trailer park.

They didn't share many similarities but they didn't need to know, for they didn't even know each other. Max went on to live a normal life, that is until he got his first girlfriend pregnant.

Greg was doing fine, well no. Greg was breaking at the edges, his will to live no longer keeping up to his lifestyle. But his desire to get rich won over everything else. But then he got his manager pregnant.

I stirred awake, feeling the bed dip beside me. It was Andrew, his hand on my head, stroking my forehead gently. I noticed we were in my old room, back at the mansion. So, we were still here. I didn't want to be here anymore, after what went down earlier, I think it would be best to leave. But I did have concerns I would like to tell to my father. He can't just dictate my life for me and marry me off without even prior notice. Even if he did tell me, I wouldn't even think about marrying her. I don't like her, I have a bad feeling about her.

"Hey, you okay? You suddenly collapsed. You had me worried." Andrew held my hand and I just smiled at him, trying to tell him not to worry.

"I'm good, I'm good. Must've been the stress of coming back here," I said slowly propping myself up on the bed, with a little bit of help from Andrew.

"Your mom asked for us to stay for dinner," He said, rubbing my hand as the two of us sat on my bed. I nodded and got up with him. He walked in front of me, opening the door for me. But more than that, I think he was still trying to protect me. From what? no one knows really.

We got to the common room, everyone was there and there was a thick blanket of silence over all of us. Even Andrew, stayed quiet the entire time and kept me as close to him as possible.

"Dinner should be ready in a few minutes," Mother, always the voice of reason, well as reasonable as she can be. It seems that she's the only one who can't feel the intensity of the tension in the air. As if it was just a mere cloud passing by and not a ticking time bomb ready to explode. I wasn't worried about Andrew, I know for a fact that he can handle himself very well. What I'm worried about is them, the other people here with us that are angering Andrew to no extent.

Let's just say that in the short time that I had gotten to know this man, all I can say is that when he wants a person gone, that person will be gone from the face of the earth and no one would even know where he is. Nothing, not even a single person will be able to find them. So yeah, they might be forcing me into a marriage that I don't want, but I also don't want them to die by the hands of Andrew, it's not right.

My father was surprisingly the first to speak up again, " Gentlemen, why don't we just all calm down, we can talk things through," He said taking a sip of his mint tea, it calms him down.

"With a rug rat like him? Definitely not," Man, I am consciously trying to save you and your keep going back into the lion's den.

"Sir-" Shay was about to start but I motioned for her to sit still.

"Sir, sorry for my boyfriend's little outburst earlier, he can be a bit of a dog sometimes," I said. It's not an unusual thing for me to be able to talk like a snobby rich ass hole. All of my father's friends were like that, so I was able to pick up a thing or two.

"Yes, indeed nowhere near close to being polished."

"This dog will bit your daughter's throat out, if you don't shut up," I heard Andrew grumble from beside me, it was low enough so only I heard him. But I still gave him a soft nudge to the side. We were both getting somewhere, I can't let him ruin it now.

"Yes, so why don't we all just start over, I'll start," I said fixing my clothes, clearing my throat like I was going to talk to talk to a CEO or some-kind.

Andrew

"Good morning, I am Jacob Brentwood, son of Gregory Brentwood, It's a pleasure to meet you," Jacob said shaking the man's hand along with Lizzy's fully working hand. "I'm terribly sorry for what my boyfriend did to you," He's a good actor, I'll give him that. All eyes were trained on me, I do want to just snap at them again once more, but I didn't want to disappoint Jacob and all this effort he's putting in so I played along.

"I am Andrew Clarkin, a pleasure to meet you all," I went around shaking hands, A few of which I wanted to break as well. But again, I held myself back, all for the sake of Jacob. Clarkin, how fake.

A lone lady in a maid's black and white uniform appeared in the hallway, head lowered as she spoke in a hushed tone. "Dinner is served, sirs," She said and curtly stepped out of the way as they stood up and went past her to get to the dining room. I held Jacob back waiting for everyone to vacate the common room.

"We'll follow in a few Jas," The maid nodded and left, it was just me and Jacob.

"I'm sorry for how I acted earlier, I didn't know what came over me," I said truthfully, I could usually contain my anger like it was nothing but something in me clicked earlier and I just let everything out like it was a rage that was kept in me for so long, in a way it probably was.

"It's okay, I totally understand, I'm sorry I called you a dog. You know it's just for show right?" He looked so cute, thinking that something like that could hurt or damage my feelings for him, not really.

"I know and hey," I said hugging him closer to me, I buried my face into the crook of his neck. "I'll be your dog," I licked his neck playfully, gently bit it with a laugh. He chuckled, pushing me away from him.

"Not the time nor place Andrew, now let's go," Jacob took my hand in his, gently guiding me towards the dining table. Everything in this place is so fancy and posh, it looked exactly like how it did when I was just peeking through a window all those years back. Glass cabinets containing trinkets from all over the world, littered the halls. Bookcases with limited editions stacked in them. Intricately designed vases which probably costs thousands just situated in different corners of the house. It's an arrogant and upfront display of wealth.

The dining area is also a magnificently structured area. It's a big room, with a long dining table that could easily fit 20-30 people. at the far end was a window to the kitchen, where I can see the chef moving around. Jacob's father was already seated at the head of the table, his wife and daughter beside him. Lizzy's father and the devil spawn sat side by side next to Jacob's mother. Jacob and I sat next to his sister, giving me a full view of the hoe-ass, b1tch, and my fine work. Her broken hand in a cast.

A few minutes into the dinner, his father brought up the topic again regarding Jacob and Lizzy's marriage. They should be thankful that I'm much calmer this time around or I might've just gone and ripped all of their heads off.

"Jacob honestly, can't believe you're acting like this." His father said, wiping his mouth with a table cloth and taking a hearty serving of the lobster, a treat for the rich and only a mere dream for the starving. "You've always told me how you wanted a wife, so I found you a willing girl."

"That was before dad," Jacob sighed, seemingly already tired from this conversation. "I don't need a wife anymore, I have Andrew," He looked at me meeting my eyes, I held his hand under the table, returning his small smile. I can see Shay giggling from where I sat.

"Well, Andrew here can just be your concubine." Jacob's father said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

What? Does he not know who I am? Does he not see who's who in our relationship? No one's going to be a concubine, because Jacob is going to be my wife, and mine alone.