Chapter 14

Tears- Let Them Flow

Dressed in a black button down shirt and black denims and flowers in one hand Edwin chose the girl he loved and reached the cemetery and he was damn right, his angel had come to wish her dad on his birthday.

He placed his tulips besides the bunch of white roses that Stella had brought for her father.

She stood there sobbing bitterly at her father's grave.

Edwin did not want to see her cry but she needed that outpour, he knew or she'll sink into her emotions that were killing her inside.

He let her cry for some time till he couldn't take anymore. Then he hugged her lifting her and taking her to her mom.

She had forgotten to get flowers for her and was pleased to see that Edwin had been thoughtful about it.

They spent some time together there cuddled in each other's arms in front of their parents.

Edwin was mentally praying that they would bless them as couples.

Although his greatest bless had already reached him as Stella, his love was safe in my arms and he still had a chance to fix things up.

He then mentally passed gratitude towards the girl who helped him plan Mission love.

Oh hell she too wass in some shit and he longed to go and sort things out with her.

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[earlier at the cafe]

Edwin was about to turn back when he saw her bruised neck, he did go back to her but she yelled at him, "Go Edwin I am used to all this shit. Stella needs you and you too need her. Go check her safety. A life is more important than a......... please go"

"I will come back to you. You know?" he asked not expecting an answer; it was actually a declaration as he staring directly into her darks. She silently nodded to it.

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He wondered how he could be so relevant on a whore.

Apart from being a prostitute she had an inner charm, which easily depicts in her vision and her conduct.

Who else would go out of the way to help a person who actually insulted you and considered you nothing but a pile of shit!

Edwin was sure that because of her help his Stella is surely going to smile her longing smile that she did earlier when he met her for the first time.

Its not that the smile had deteriorated and he did not like it, he actually loved it but it somehow does not reached her heart.

He had promised himself that he would bring back that angelic smile back. The credit would definitely go to Iris or Rosie

They then went home and she cooked food for both of them.

He let her do it thinking maybe it would help her distract her mind. He also joined her helping her chopping and adding his useless tips on to make food taste better.

She was silent all the while except when he suggested her to kiss the spatula instead of adding sugar so that the cake tastes sweeter than ever. She was baking a cake to celebrate her father's birthday. She smiled to it brushing the batter covered spatula on his face and soiling it.

"You gotcha lick it ." he teased hugging her from behind and rubbing their cheeks against each others.

"Not gonna happen" she said as she tried to skip from his grip but he held her tight.

"Then let me have the pleasure." and he licked her chocolaty mouth so desperately that the desire provoked in both of them and they ended up with a kiss.

Though it was not a long and passionate one but it was good after what they had been through.

She took a wet wipe and wiped his face with her milky white hands, bringing him tingles of joy.

He followed the same with her.

They cut the cake together toasting for her father and then she had a meltdown. She cried bitterly again but this time she was in his arms and he was there to hold her to caress her and tell her "I'll always be there for you."

"I thought my mother left, my father left and the other day when you didn't return late till midnight, I thought I lost you too and was disgusted with my life and I..." she sobbed again pressing her face in the crew of his neck.

Edwin simply hugged her and cooed her unable to stop her tears.

'How do I explain her that the tears in her eyes were killing me? It is the last thing I would like to see.'

How do I explain her that out of all the troubles, her crying and sobbing worst affects my heart that I cannot take it any longer?

Edwin was suffering in his own inner turmoil

He always want to see a smiling and happy Stella but he had lost her somewhere and he will have to hunt her down before it's too late.

He picked her up bridal style and took her to the bedroom where he put her to sleep.

He was thinking deep about how to bring out the sorrow engraved inside her and make her fall in love allover again when his mind switched to Iris.

He had to go to her and check what was bothering that beautiful and tender girl who had been going through so much in life.

He put the covers on Stella working on the conditioning of the room and called Iris to check her out about where to meet her.

"Hello Iris"

'Yes Edwin. You met Stella? Is she okay? You are fine? Where was she? You reached in time no?' Iris spoke restless on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you? Can we meet?" he cut her ramble.

'Umm sure but are you both okay? You are scaring me.' she said concerned.

He chuckled wondering her life was screwed up and she was worried about him and Stella. "We are both fine and I want to meet you soon please."

'Where would you like to meet?' she asked.

"Do you mind if I come to your place?" he asked reluctantly if she's okay. She'll have to introduce him to people around.

'Right my place. I'll text you the address but I have to leave by 6:00. Is that okay. I am sorry actually I am committed after that'

"I'll be right there." he told feeling upset as he knew what commitment she was talking about.

He fed the address into the gps and reached a place which looked like he had been transported 10 years before the time.

Her's was a small house in small sulky streets with very small habitats and unbathed, half dressed kids were playing here and there with no sign of hygiene.

He located her place after asking few people around and reached her house. It was pretty dark inside with very little ventilation. But one thing was impressive that although being a small place it was spic and span with a small sitting on one corner of the room and a small TV attached to the wall. The center table was a very small one made of wood and a vase kept on the top, an old traditional vase that was chipped from one side but that part was hidden with the flower that was purposely bent to cover it. There was a small open kitchen on one corner of the room with complete facilities for minimal living.

If he was not mistaken there was another one smaller than this one with a bed in which her brother was resting.

"Hi" she greeted vehemently.

"Hi. This is for you" he said as he handed a bouquet of flower and a box of chocolates to her. This was all he could think of.

He wasn't a very social person but he thought it would be a little rude to bump into anyone's place so he took the floral way out.

"That's very sweet of you." she said formally as she guided him to sit on the only available sitting arrangement in her house.

"Coffee?" she asked and he agreed not knowing how to start. May be it was better this way.

The cups were huge cream colored with 'Hot' printed on them and he could see steam coming out from the cup and the essence was so tempting that he couldn't resist to pull a sip into my mouth even if burnt his tongue.

He savored the strong flavor waiting for right syntax to be used to start up the conversation.

"Stella. Where did you find her?" she asked starting the conversation.

"Yeah she was exactly where I thought I could find her." He said shifting places.

"Can I ask you if you don't mind where you expected her to be?" she asked hesitatingly.

"It was her dad's birthday today so I knew she would be there at the cemetery and I was right. She was there." he said glad that his girl was fine today but her crying again haunted his memories.

Iris was staring at him as if he had grown into two heads and murmured, "How thoughtful! Are you real?"

"I wish I was that good that you presume me to be." He said remembering Stella's breakdown.

"What happened after that?" she asked.

"She baked a cake and then cried in my arms." Edwin shrugged his shoulders.

"Where is she now?" she asked.

"Sleeping peacefully. She felt better after the whole crying thing. I guess." he told grimacing at the thought of her tear filled eyes.

"You need one too." Iris said.

"What?" He asked dismissively.

"You can cry too. You cannot keep it inside you. You need an outlet too. You should also cry and get rid of the grief inside." she said extending her arms to lend him her shoulders to cry.

"I do not get you." he asked shocked.

Had I come here for myself?

"You are dying inside grieving the loss of your baby. You have to cry. You have to let it out. Inside you are so deeply pained and you are not showing it to Stella with a fear that it would hurt her more. So cry Edwin cry." she pulled him into a hug.

He got so vulnerable with the flow of her words that he hugged her back and cried.

He cried for the first time in years. All this while he had been wiping off Stella's tears trying to get rid of her sorrows sometimes even avoiding it being workaholic all the while.

He felt so warm in her embrace like his mom was back.

She had passed away right after his marriage in an accident. Stella stood like a rock by his side so he'd been okay but after her father's demise there was some hollowness in their relationship.

Today after he cried for god knows how long, he felt lighter and better now.

Even if he was in the arms of a prostitute it was not a degrading feeling. It felt like she was an angel dropped down to bless others.

It was so surprising with the kind of such a minuscule body although extremely beautiful but yet she is young but strong.

Studying, home keeping, nursing her father and brother and even taking financial responsibilities of the family she was really a hard core.

She had some deep inner strength like mother earth which is so rough and beautiful outside with loads of treasure, gold diamonds, even lava and what not. So was this girl who always believed in giving with no intentions of receiving. Happiness of others was her primary motive.

Edwin was mesmerized by her character

He pulled away from her, his eyes digging the ground as he felt low and weak in front of her.

"Don't feel guilty. It's fine to cry" she said suddenly feeling nervous and biting her lower lip, "and if it is about my profession, I am sorry I made you do it. But honestly I had only pure intentions in my mind. You were looking so vulnerable that this outpour was important and trust me it will help you think in a new direction."

"I am fine" Edwin said slowly "I never felt better."

"It is only because you have suppressed the pain in you so much. It was a major loss to you too. I am sure you will feel much better. Its okay to cry." she said pressing his hands.

He saw some scars on her wrist and so couldn't help asking, "What is this? Have you been through something?" finally realizing the purpose he was there for.

"Oh this it's nothing but a small bruise." she shifted her gaze to anywhere but him; lies evident in her body language.

"So is the bruise on your neck. Is it the same nothing?" he asked a bit frustrated.

"Edwin it's none of your business. You better keep off from this league." she tried to be curt in her tone but failed miserably. Pain was visible in her eyes.

"I want to know how you got all this?" he pulled her from her elbow to bring her face to face.

She was wearing a full sleeved purple shirt with black leggings. She whimpered as if in pain.

he folded her sleeve to see the cause of pain. It was an impression of something oval with 4 dots, some kind of metal,

Oh shit! Reality stuck him. It was the mark of a ring, some of her crude customers probably.

It felt creepy thinking about it.

He wonder how she was surviving through all that.

Her phone ringing disturbed their conversation

"Yes I know, I remember. I'll be on time" she talked to someone on the phone.

"Listen Edwin I need to go for an appointment. Please excuse me." she was about to leave the room when he pulled her back again

She was shocked and furious now.

"Iris I won't go without an explanation." he told her authoritatively.

"Who are you? My mother? My father? My guardian?" she yelled "No Body. Damn! Keep your hands away from me. I ain't answerable to you." she said fiercely jerking her hand away from his grip.

Edwin was shocked but it did not offend him to the least

"I won't give up." He murmured.

He believed she was the mender who was solving the jigsaw puzzle of his life. It was his time now for payback now.

"Iris" he tried to talk.

"Edwin please leave." She begged "I am in a hurry and this is bloody important. I have responsibilities to cater and you are doing no good by interfering. PLEASE LEAVE."

She had fire in her eyes. She was sturdy like a rock, invincible and suddenly she begged with folded hands and tear filled eyes "Thank you so much for the concern. I'll explain you one day. But today my client is a bit feisty. You have no idea what he'll do if I do not show up or if I am late. Please."

"Promise me you'll meet me tomorrow." he asked her politely now.

"Yeah but not at my home. My brother- I don't want to discuss anything in front of him." She pleaded.

Iris still could not believe he wanted to be there for her. Though broken inside he came to heal her wounds.

He indeed was a blessed soul.

She felt herself to be fortunate to have met him in this life because practically she had stopped believing in humanity and moral values.

Today's evening was one such example. She tried to be a bitch with him shouting and yelling so that he gets pissed off and leaves her wretched life to myself.

She don't want to drag him into herbullshit life. But he maintained his calm and composure

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Iris was swaying her hips on "Sexy bitch" by David Gutta.

She gave her seductive pouting and winking of eyes as she stripped myself at the club.

She stretched her left leg high with a sexy grin removing the black stockings slowly and gradually.

Though there were few more girls doing the same shit business, his eyes were glued on her as he enjoyed his drinks and her display of stripping which he hates to do himself.

Then followed her other stocking. She leaned close to him shaking her boobs to give him the view as she unbuckled the broad red belt of her black middie.

She could see desire and lust built in his hungry eyes. She moved a little forward shaking her butts to the beats and undoing the dress throwing at his face.

She now stood in her lacey bra and panty and red pencil heels.

Desperate he lifted her on his shoulders, for his age he was still strong enough for that and took her to the room, spanking her on the way.

That meant he was enjoying and Iris could earn huge tonight.

She gladly accepted the pain as it was accompanied by long lasting session of $ex for she knew she needed more than that and the way he was drunk there were chances she could convince him and get the entire amount for her father's operation tonight itself but yes with a price to be paid in kind, the physical extortions types.

She was ready for that.

Anything for her dad.

She tried to be extremely sexy making moaning sounds though she felt nothing inside.

Her feelings had died long ago.

Her needs and desires only lasted for the currency which helped her support her family.

However she kept the fake mask on.

If she showed that she was enjoying, his ego would get satisfied and may be he wouldn't need more violence to arouse himself.

"So want some more." she asked at 5 in the morning even when she knew she could not take it any more. He was too harsh last night and she was still too sore.

"Blow jobs" he suggested.

"Anything master." She fluttered her fake eyelashes trying to be more seductive wherein this was the most hated part of her profession.

After a full satisfying session:-

"Can I have a favor from you?" she asked confidently when she was a lot more scared inside for he hates weakness so she decided to play"

"Say it baby. With what you have done tonight. You deserve it all." He replied.

She was rejoicing doing her happy dance in her heart.

'My efforts would be paid, my father would be cured......................