All Chapters of Keenan Hilton's Chaos: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Like most complicated things where it's easy to get derailed, their marriage was successful because they mastered the basics. From that mastery they could weather anything."~Fawn Weaver I walk back to the study and the three of my new crew are all busy on their laptops. George sees me and he stops working on his laptop and gets up. “Man that’s your wife?” he ask with wide and unbelievable eyes. I frown at his sudden question as well as his ridiculous facial reactions, but nevertheless, “Yea,” I nod in reply. “Now I get why you’re not ready to let her go, if in the future I have a wife like that, I would kill any man that does as much as smiles at her. Can I say she’s a real delight? like seriously she’s a living walking goddess!” My teeth clench hard in jealousy, “No you can’t, but you already said t

"I love being married. It's so great to find one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life."~Rita Rudner <==== Five months earlier. Vary's POV "I'm fine Keenan, it's bad you made me quit my job, but I'm not an invalid, I'm only pregnant" I laments as Keenan carries me in a bridal style up the stairs and into our bedroom and when he gets in, he walks to the bed and carefully lowers me down on it. He pecks my lips before sitting down and putting my legs in his lap and helping me pull off my shoes.   "You are my responsibility because we are pregnant for our first baby." He replies, massaging my feet and my eyes closes involuntarily as I begin to enjoy what he is doing.    The past two and half month Keenan has made it his duty and responsibility to treat me like

“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.”~Marcus Aurelius "What happened Keenan?" Rory asks, as he walks down to meet him at the waiting room. "Is Varisha okay? Where is she?" Keenan is pacing around aimlessly when he sees Rory close by, he runs goes over an wraps his arms around him in a tight hug. Rory puts his arms around Keenan for strength and support and pats his shoulder gently. Keenan pulls away and sits down and Rory bends down beside him, "You sounded so worried on the phone." He begins, he was concerned about his friend. More tears roll down Keenan eyes and he bury his face into his hands. "Vary was involved in an accident and the doctor told me I would have to choose because so far they can only save one. I told them to do all they can, but also

“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”~Anne Lamotts Vary consciousness a few days later and her blurrily eyes opens and as she search around she realises that she in a strange and empty room. Panic ceases her being as she struggle to move herself, but she’s for some reason is impaled to the bed. Her head us still fuzzy and her body us weak and she cannot do much but struggle to get free. The door opens and she hears footstep in the room, coming close to her bed side she continues to struggles in order to get free and run away, but

 “Loneliness is a long, unbearable pain….There was never a place for me in the scheme of things….I had become a living fantasy on a theme in dark, endless dirges….I made another world, and real men would enter it and they would never really get hurt at all in the vivid, unreal laws of the dream. I caused dreams which caused death. This is my crime.” ~Anonymous. Three months later.*** Keenan tosses and turns on the large, but awfully lonely bed and after three hours of trying to convince himself why he needs to sleep, he pulls himself up and reaching for my his phone on the lamp stand beside his bed he picks it and dial the motel Christel's line. He waits a moment and in less than a three seconds later the call is picked and a feminine voice come through at the end of the line after the first ring. "Hello Christel motel customer service line, always open f