Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

"Turn on the Fucking Tv." Ignorance did not work well with Karl; the guy usually became a victim of Karl's verbal abuse which was mostly in Danish. He sheepishly picked the remote control and threw it towards Karl.

So far, my morning was bright. It was six-thirty and I already felt brain-damaged.

The room filled with a melodious Danish tune. I watched Karl take a seat right in front of me near the large glass see-through walls. I could feel a drop of sweat trickle down my body. I scanned my surroundings for any female species, finding none around, I peeled off the soaked shirt.

"Have you ever considered modeling?"

I grinned at Karl. How the hell hadn't I seen that question coming?

"Being a professor had always been my top priority."

"Was becoming a father before marriage one of those priorities?" the sly smile twitched the corners of his mouth.

There was one rule to maintain in the faculty. Never get on Karl Hansen's bad side. The man could be a devil's spawn on his bad days and an angel otherwise. So far, he had pulled the devil's mask.

"Well, honestly Hansen, it wasn't on my to-do list but I hope you know how things are when you think you're in love and it's that feeling that she is the 'one'. That's how much that woman screwed me up. My daughter was the only aftermath which was worth all the years and money I spent on her. Minnie was the only best thing that ever happened to me."

"Oh, I remember my first fuck; she was a struggling model and my girlfriend for five years until I realized she'd used me as a stepping stone to success. Fortunately for me, she isn't my wife." Karl passed me his wolfish grin. "But, dude, you'd make a great click."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"When you and I are out of this place, we'll talk about business. I'll make you a super model. Mark my words."

I chuckled. "We'll see about that. Depends on who gets out first."

Karl had an eye for male models, not that he was gay or anything. I was amazed when I heard that he was a well-established photographer who had worked with tons of famous brands. His career had come to a pause when his schizophrenia had begun to kick in. He'd told me how he didn't give a damn when he'd almost lost his standing in the industry but it was a close call when his wife threatened to file for a divorce.

It was because of her that he'd agreed to rehabilitate himself.

I saw the woman frequently since she visited the rehab whenever she could. I watched from a distance as they would hug and kiss each other. The feeling of envy would linger within me for a while.

"What is the one thing you want right now but can't have?" Karl asked, narrowing those pools of grey at me.

"There are a lot of things I want but can't have but I'd choose a small one for the road at the moment." I lifted a weight. Higher and lower, the veins in the forearm darkened and faded.

"Irony remains brother, it's part of the reason why you're here."

"I agree."

Just when our conversation took a turn for the better and we had launched into the old rusty pages of our life, and that's when I heard Megan call out to me.

"Row."  Megan peeked into the room, her smile was contagious. "You have a surprise visitor."

"Who is it?"

"It's your girl. The visitor's room. Run along, now." Megan said, giving me her megawatt smile.

My girl? As in Minnie?

Because it seemed highly unlikely that Alana would fly all the way from home across the country to see me.

I didn't wait any longer as I dashed through the door and out in the hallway. I took long strides down the staircase. Two entire months, and this was the first time I was having a visitor. My heart continued to pound fiercely as I neared the visitors room.

   No one seemed to be in the vast room except a mother and her son huddled in corner, and all of a sudden a pair of boots came under my view. My eyes traveled up and my breath hitched in my throat.

   How could she be here? I had to be dreaming, right?

  Stood before me was the girl I had left because I was too coward to face her, the girl who had a claim over my heart.

   Alana looked so beautiful, she wore a white off shoulder top over navy denims matched with the boots. Her shoulder length brown hair seemed to have gotten some caramel colored highlights, and the curls cascaded down her shoulders. Her full lips were a shade of maroon which gave her an older look.

   I wondered if I had walked into another dimension or did she really change just in a matter of a few months.

   Maybe I had picked on some of Hansen's Schizophrenia, that would explain why I was clearly hallucinating my girlfriend who was supposed to be studying in her dorm room or attending classes.

    "Cat caught your tongue, Mr. Masters?" Alana smiled, sarcasm dripping her voice.

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