For the pain

It was an ungodly hour, ten minutes after midnight and everyone was expected to be asleep. The streets were deserted, and even the croaking frogs were tired of pulling the mating contest.A mole peered out its hole, flickering its whiskers, ready for the night's expenditure. It looked like an independent mother with young mouths to feed. It raced into the darkness but was scared back to its hole. The night dwellers were out again, ruining the peace of the night. Loud music blared from the vehicle's speakers as they drove by. The driver and his passengers wailed even louder than the playing music.They had just left the club and as the vehicle sped through the streets, switches were flipped and curtains were drawn. The inhabitants wondered who disrupted their sleep.Kim Bricks and her friends were who. They never missed a club party like tonight."Come on Kim, give us your loudest!" Fin Edison took his time to gather a roar. Fin was

 For a second, Kim stood unmoved, as well as the rest of the group, unaware of what to think. Her drunken state debated with remorse, one would wonder if she had suddenly developed sanity for a second but she had no stamina for strong drinks.Unwillingly, she resumed her staggering move. A part of her was conscious of her doing. 

Months later, Kim had been fully persuaded and had left New york for London. It wasn't really so much work since she gave her full consent after she had caught James in the act. She had gone on impulse and stayed alone in the family house under her uncle's guide. He was a professor in a college in London. She left with the thought that it would be an e

 Kim watched sternly from where she stood outside. Alfred emerged from the hedge of flowers, his eyes were half open but his unshaken attitude remained. Alfred took bold steps forward, with the confidence of a model on a pagent. He ignored the anger triggering words that threatened his loyalty. He stopped under the canopy of an overgrown hydrangea plant, muttering words she couldn't comprehend, to himself. When Thomas was done with ranting, he strode out and bored the expected soberness. "Why would you leave her out there? The fact that you lived with her doesn't mean you play dungeon. She's my wife! How dare you, like what the hell, what-the-bloody-hell Alfred?" Thomas snapped, flailing his hands in the air, intentionally spilling some of the liquid on him.  

It started to rain as Kim drove back home. She stopped at the gate and decided not to honk her car horn, wanting to avoid alerting Thomas of her return.Alfred was her saving grace, appearing just in time to open the gates. She only realized that she had left her phone at Franklin’s when she drove in.Usually she would have accepted Alfred’s offer for an umbrella, but she was going to get wet in the shower anyway and the rain was already sleeping through her clothes.“No point in running.” Kim told the concerned servant. Maybe Franklin was right. She was scared and should have just stayed at his place.Kim flickered the rain from his face and picked up her pace. If Thomas thought she couldn’t stand up for herself, she would soon prove him wrong.“I love the old me.” Kim spoke to the rain. “Damn the rain, and damn Thomas."