Judas kiss

"You already read it?" Della was taken aback when Leith had approached her two day prior to their previous meeting, asking if they could have coffee.

"Yes, once I began; I was so intrigued. I couldn't stop." Leith chuckled lightly looking at Della with a different look.. it hid some sort of sympathy and pity. Della noticed it as well, he seemed much warmer and treated her like an egg. Her worst fear had came to life ;people would always pity her after reading her work. That was something she didn't want. They were seated across each other in Starbucks, her choice. She put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear as she waited for him to say more..

"…and?" She questioned taking a sip from her black coffee.

"My question is to what extent would someone have to be hurt to write such pieces of work?" Leith looked at her by the skin of one's teeth, it made her uncomfortable. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Writing is purely fiction." She tried to cover up the mini nervous breakdown down she had just had in her head.

"I assure you darling, I have been reading for a long time and I have criticized one of the best authors right now in the business and I'm not going to be ignorant enough to say it's purely fiction." He said his gaze focused sorely on her.

"Adela, you can talk to me?" Leith tried to lay his hand on top of hers but she quickly shifted. Her phone rang and she thanked the lord up above for the distraction.

"Excuse me." She said walking away from their booth. It was an unknown number, she wondered who it might be but that changed when she heard her mother's panicked voice.

"Hello? Adela?" Marcela's voice could be heard from through the receiver, a part of Adela was happy rather glad that she actually cared about her but knowing her mother, she would say something mean right after.

"How are you?" Adela said walking towards the washroom area.

"We need to talk." Marcela said in a hurry.

"You finally want to talk?" Della asked just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. A small smile crept on her lips but she knew her mother always disappointed her so she frowned and decided to expect the worst.

the first time Della had ever heard her mother's voice shaky with fear, she

"You are married, Marcela."

Adela he is not a good man. I can't tell you

could wait for you here." Della said quickly. She knew her mother was just being dramatic as always, she probably felt guilty for being the world's worst mother. Marcela was selfish and still selfish, why

wait for you there." Marcela sighed. "I have to go."

concerned tone when he saw Della

just i have to get home right now." She said. Part of her wanted an excuse to get away from this conversation. She didn't want to explain why and how she came about her writing. She wasn't

looked at

planned. Something about her mother reaching out to her,

said politely and she nodded before making her way out, leaving him all alone. Although he didn't seem bothered

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down his expensively scotch. It was a bad habit, he could not go a

other side of the phone. She was

in a bit of pink or red or black but you seem like a red

feeling like she was being put on a tight corner with nowhere to run. Garreth laughed without any remorse then hanged up the phone. He laid his phone

mercy. He gulped down his scotch and slammed the

his desk of his daughter. He felt beyond proud, he felt like he had archived something so pure and innocent for the first time in his entire life time. His phone kept on ringing and

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said to his father who gave

are the coolest." He ruffled his son`s blonde