Quentin Davis Story – Written by Quentin Davis, Greg Davis and Marie Davis

Day 1 – Birth and death

Beep-beep-beep!
What is going on, world? I just got here!

“My baby. You’ve got to save my baby!”

“He’s not responding, doctor. Time of death: 3:33 AM.”

I feel a soft warmth, a baby hand. Wait! Don’t take baby away! I want baby... Waah! Waah!

Beep-beep-beep!
“Marie is crashing, doctor. Should we put her on oxygen? We’re losing her, doctor. What should we do? She’s gone. It happened so quickly.”

“Time of death: 3:35 AM.”

Day 3700 – I want mama

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“Nerd. You’re such a loser. What you gonna do? Gonna cry? Gonna go tell on us to your mom? Oh, I forgot, you don’t have one. Ha! Booh looser!” Ronnie blasted at me while he pushed me in the mud.

I picked up my bag, groaning as I spotted blood oozing out of my bruises. My senses went on a dizzy spell as I felt myself blurring in and out of reality. Why did they have to always pick up on me? Why are they so mean to me? Why did they have to bring mom in this? I know I am the reason she is no more. Dad would never let me forget.

Ahh! This pain will haunt me for a few days. Well, time is the best medicine for everything. I hope this is true in father’s case.

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“You wretched brat! Where are you hiding? You are going to taste my belt if you don’t come out. First, you kill my wife, now you don’t listen to me,” Dad screamed.

Dad was drunk again. Tremors seeped through my bones as I hid in my bedroom’s cupboard. I knew I could not hide forever but he scared me. I did not want to get beaten again. My heart skip a beat as I heard dad closing in onto my location.

I wish you were here mama. Wherever you are, please pray for me…

 Day 7365 – Hope

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Oh My God! Is that the stars smiling at me? She is so … beautiful. Wow! It’s like I am seeing paradise on Earth!

My mouth foolishly stood wide agape as I admired the beauty radiating from the top of the mountain peak as she fondly reached out for the falling snow. The canaries filled the air with a serenity that matched the grace she was exuding. The gentle hum of violins wove through the air, intertwining with our souls.

Time pushed a pause button as she gazed tenderly at me, gracing my day…

Day 8400 – My Miranda

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This is it. Today is the day. I am finally going to marry her, my Miranda.

I will do everything right by you. I will always look out for you. I will always keep you safe …and happy. My Miranda, I will show you love. I love you. Till death do us apart.

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I hope she will be forever happy with me.

Wow! She looks so … so perfect!

Miranda, blissfully gowned in white clutched her father’s arms, as she walked down the aisle. My hands trembled uncontrollably, fingers twitching as if they had a mind of their own.  My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, thudding louder with each passing second.

As I held her gentle hands in mine, she smiled tenderly at me, reassuring me that everything was fine.

She was the perfect bride—no, perfect doesn’t even come close. She was heavenly.

Flowers fell graciously on her beautiful face, earning a blissful giggle from my lovely lady.

We exchanged our wows and the priest blessed us a newly-wed couple.

Husband and wife.

I pulled her in, as I kissed her, pouring every ounce of my love and desire into the moment, and my soul merged with hers in an explosion of pure ecstasy.

I dipped down to cradle my bride in my arms, earning delighted cheers from the guests. They cheered us on, showering us with flowers. The firecrackers broke hell outside. Of course, my boys had to party it up.

I spotted dad in the last row, cheering for me, holding back his tears. I never expected him to come. For a moment, the joy of the day flickered with a tinge of surprise and something more—hope, maybe? I had not thought he would come, but here he was, watching me with an apologetic expression.

All is forgiven, dad. I love you. Family, for eternity…

Day 15750 – Broken promises

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Knock knock!

“Mom. Dad. I have a surprise for you. This is Ava, my girlfriend. Ava, these are my parents.”

I turned around and saw my son, Josh grinning his heart out, clutching his arms on the shoulder of this beautiful lady.

Did she just wink at me? Oh my god! She looks so hot. No. He is my son’s girlfriend. I can’t think of her like that. Besides, I love my Miranda.

“Darling, could you get Ava a drink? I need a moment with my little monkey,” Miranda muttered.

“Come along Ava,” I invited. As I poured some juice for her, I could feel her eyes staring at me. Her lips curled into a sly smile, her movements deliberate, drawing my gaze to the curve of her hips. I could see she was seducing me, but I was too enthralled in her. She was driving me crazy, making me obsessed with her.

This is wrong. I cannot do this to Miranda. I promised her the best.

Ava touched my hips and slid her hands down into my pocket. As Ava’s touch lingered, a pang of guilt clawed at my chest. Miranda’s laughter echoed in my mind, a cruel reminder of the promises I had made to her. She typed something on my phone and she took the glass of juice and left, grinning at herself. It was her mobile number. That sly fox. I wanted her so badly…

Day 15751 – It all starts

Buzz…

I groaned, fumbling for my phone wondering who could be texting so early.

Ava: See you at 10 at Hotel Pulse.

I looked at Miranda, sleeping peacefully under my arm.

She looked like an angel. But Ava looked like a goddess. I desired her, craved her, my conscience drooling on her beauty. My conscience fought to ignore it, but the desire burned through. But, what about Miranda? I cannot just cheat on her like that.

I felt so conflicted, guilt eating up my insides. I hovered over the 'Reply' button, the seconds dragging like hours, each one begging me to reconsider. My chest tightened, and a sour taste lingered in my mouth as Miranda shifted slightly, her hand brushing mine, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me.

Well, I have a long day ahead of me…

Day 16150 – It all ends

“Mhmm. 07 30. Time to wake up. Wake up darling,” I hushed softly in Miranda’s ears.

I got out of bed and admired at my wife’s cute sleeping face. Josh and her had the same smile, even in their sleep.

I rustled to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

What am I doing? I am married. I cannot do this to her. It’s wrong. I can’t do this to Josh too. He is my son.

I am going to meet Ava for the last time. She is pulling me away from my family. I am not gonna let her destroy it. I am going to break it off after today. We can’t keep deceiving Josh like this. I won’t be a failure to my wife and my son.

Am I going to miss her?

I took a quick bath and brushed my teeth aggressively as I tried to not think of her.

Bang! Clang!

Miranda was preparing breakfast. She would need my help.

I rushed into the kitchen and saw my queen playing around with the utensils, whipping a gracious breakfast for me and Josh.

I hugged her from behind and she squealed with happiness. I felt so blessed by the gods. I could not ruin this relationship.

I sat at the dining table and scrolled through my Facebook account, taking notes of overnight news.

Ah my sleepy boy is up at last. I glanced at him and felt pride overwhelming me. That’s my son.

But I could not forget today’s task. I had to break this affair.

“So, Ava is coming for dinner, son?” I questioned Josh. I tried my best to make him comfortable, but I could not know if he was taking the bait.

Josh nodded and added, “Mom, maybe I should spend the day with you guys. I can bail out if you would like. Let us spend some time together.”

I saw my lovely lady smiled at him and it lighted up the looming storm inside of me. My thoughts were brought on a pause as I heard Josh’s friends beckoning him to hurry up as they left for their fishing trip.

I excused myself from the kitchen and rushed to the bathroom and texted Ava.

Me: Josh will be gone at 9. Miranda will go shopping at 12. They will be back by 17 00. Come at 13 00. Usual meeting place.

What will I do for 3 hours now? I think I should watch Mission Impossible 7.

“Bye honey. I am going shopping. See you,” Miranda’s cheerful voice boomed in the household. My heart skipped a beat as my concentrated was rattled by Miranda’s voice.

I turned off the television and glanced at the time. I had 1 hour more before I met up with Ava.

How I am going to do this? I have to do this carefully. I can’t make her get too alarmed. I am going to have to coax her into ending it.

My thoughts swirled like an EF5 tornado in my mind, pondering how I am going to approach Ava about this delirious task.

I ran into the golden field of wheats weaving behind my house. She stood so graciously, waiting for me. But she did not radiate like a goddess anymore. I saw her for what she was. A slut.

“Hi my love,” I murmured while I hugged her from behind. My skin burnt as I touched her, acting like it seemingly faced an allergic reaction. My heart remembered the promises. How could I forget them? I promised Miranda so much. But I had to play it cool. For Miranda’s sake. For Josh.

I showered her with little pecks, luring her with a fake sense of happiness. Oh my god! Was she moaning?

We ran back to the house and settled on Josh’s bed. She kept on kissing me, but my soul was not her with her anymore. I felt nothing. I just wanted to get it over with. I wanted to yell at myself, beat me up. How could I not have realised my wrong doing before? Why did I go to the hotel that day? I should have told Josh when she hit on me. Maybe I should tell Josh to break up with her too after this. I don’t want him to be cheated on for the rest of his life. It’s all my fault. I know to do better than this.

I wanted to push her away, but I feared what she might do. Would she ruin my relationship with my son? I don’t want to lose my son and Miranda. Would she take my son away from me?

No, I had enough. I need to get this over right now. I am going to push her away whether she likes it or not.

But a voice boomed in the room before I could do anything.

“What are you doing Ava? Dad what is wrong with you? She is my girlfriend. How could you do this to mum?”

No, you are too soon son. I swear I was going to end it all. I don’t want to lose you. I swear I was going too…

A sharp pain tore my mind off my regrets. I looked down at my stomach. Blood. Ava. Why?

I held the pocket knife sticking into my body. Blood oozed out of my injury. Memories crashed into my mind like a tidal wave, overwhelming me with their force. I could feel my life force draining out of me, as I gradually lost my senses.

My son, I am so sorry I was a disappointment to you. Forgive me, please.

I love you son. I love you Mi.