Bloody Weekend

Bloody Weekend
Chapter 14



"Do you think I'm successful ?"


"But that's indeed the reality of her dear Graciela. You're a famous designer."


"It's true that many people say that to me. But that was wrong. They don't understand and I think you're the same. You think being a designer is easy. You must wait for inspiration . Draw it and if it's lucky people will love it. And you'll get paid. You know it's very difficult to do that, you'll keep on being haunted until you make it as you wish. "


"Do you want Graciela's composure?"


"Sometimes Ryan."


"What if you stay with me at Logdewood? You'll get the calm you want. And you know for a fact that Logdewood and I will always take you there."


Graciela let out her heavy breath. With a slightly vibrating tone of voice . She said


"You know what my answer is ."


"So it's still the same . No. gabe. That's your answer ."


"I'm sorry Ryan."


Ryan snorted in annoyance


"I thought you were gonna say yes. Because today your mood is very good."


Graciela nodded.


"It's true."


Ryan continued, saying.


"Your eyes are so happy. So I guess."


"I know Ryan."


"Do you still not realize how happy Graciela you were when we talked about Logdewood ?. "


Graciela said


"Aren't you aware that we've only been in the past? "


"Sometimes in the past there's a place where you're comfortable knowing that."


"But we can't keep reminiscing about Ryan's past. We have to keep moving forward."


Ryan silence. Emotionlessly she said


"So just for Peter Hamilton's sake you turned me down."


Graciela said


"You don't understand. "


"So if there's no Peter Hamilton you'll marry me and live in Logdewood right."


In a somewhat irritated tone Graciela said


"You have to understand. My world is only Peter Hamilton. I can't even imagine life without her."


Ryan started to get emotional. And he said harshly.


"Then why didn't he get divorced from his wife ."


"Peter doesn't want a divorce from Natasha. So too with me. Anyway, I'm not sure I'm getting married to her even though she's divorced from Natasha."


Ryan said with annoyance.


"Peter Hamilton's. Peter Hamilton's. It's always been about him."


Graciela said


"That's not true. There aren't many people like him."


In a calm voice Ryan said


"Let's go back. Everyone must have waited."


Peter and Natasha get into the car after seeing John close the door of the house, Natasha becomes moody. She felt like she was going to leave her house and not come back. He finally had to face this horrible weekend. His mind was busy to and fro. Did he turn off the room lights ? Or did he tell John to pick up supplies at Marson's shop ? Will the kids be okay as long as they're gone.?


With a heavy breath Natasha sat in the steering chair. Turn the car keys around and turn on the car. But he was so nervous he also directly pressed the gas pedal. And the car jumped.


Peter's face turned crimson


"Do you want to kill us both Natasha ?"


"I'm sorry. I .. I didn't do it on purpose. "


Quickly turn the key and press the stater button. He glanced beside Peter already silent.


"That's good he's not too angry. It's all because she's going to spend the weekend at the Cavendish family's house "think Natasha


Poor Peter his face was tired. He always works day and night and devotes all his time and life to the patients in the hospital. It is fitting that he is so happy every weekend at the Cavendish family home.


Because Natasha was busy with her thoughts. He didn't see the traffic lights turn red and the car just kept going.


Natasha asked


"How was your day at Peter's hospital ? "


"Obviously. "


"Peter, I think you better not talk bad about your profession. What's in front of Rudy?"


"But what I'm saying is all true."


"I knew. Rudy is very sensitive. You know he has a lot of respect for your profession. I even think he wants to be a doctor like you."


"Rudy is much better. Not like Lilian. He's so spoiled he can't even suck his own snot at the dinner table."


Natasha laughing. She said


"Indeed Lilian spoiled. But she's a sweet girl. But like I said. I want them to respect your profession. "


Peter was silent. He doesn't want to answer. When the car approaches the traffic light. The green light is on. Natasha thought the lights would soon turn red before they got there. Natasha started to reduce her car speed. Peter became upset and said


"Why did you reduce your speed? The light is still green.."


"I'm sorry I thought it was gonna turn red soon."


Slowly he began to advance his car until it passed the traffic light. But because Natasha was so nervous that she didn't realize that her car stopped in the middle of the road. Activity that was originally smooth on the road turned into a traffic jam. The car stopped and an angry horn sounded.


"You're so stupid Natasha."


Peter was very upset that they were caught in this situation because of Natasha.


"I'm sorry Peter. Traffic lights make me nervous."


While pissing off . Peter said


"You can never do anything well "


With a sad face like going to cry Natashs continuously apologized.


"Everything always makes Natasha nervous." Peter thought to himself.


The car starts to go and Natasha starts to resume their delayed conversation.


"I mean Peter I always tell my brother that your work is very important to society. Because you are willing to sacrifice for your patients. "


Peter said


"Natasha I never once thought of my work as a sacrifice. I like my profession. Do you understand?"


But I don't think you'll ever understand Natasha. Peter was sure very much that if he told her about Mrs White's treatment and everything Peter had done for the woman, Natasha must have thought of him as an angel.


Finally Peter told me at a glance about the disease suffered by Mrs White. He knew that Natasha would be quite able to understand. Although he did not understand the complexity of the treatment Peter was trying for Mrs White.


But like yes his mind arrived fixed on his first son Rudy. He's sure Rudy's a very clever boy . She was so happy because Rudy looked smarter than her. Last week he was very angry with the boy.