ABOVE ALL

On my way to my childhood's house Ivy, accompanied by my cream puff Jackson, Ivy's boyfriend. He is driving into the Distillery history District of Toronto with a welcome big sign where Gooderham &Worts are written on it. Oh yes, I informed myself before coming, I like taking precautions.My pouty little girl said she had something serious to tell me, what she doesn't know is that me too I have some small things to tell her. Each time she says so, it  feels me literally with suspense and all I  ask myself is "why is she making such suspense?" And that is the worse thing I dislike "suspense" and yes I admit I am a little bit of a curious nature.I had tried to ask my cream puff about what is happening, but no way... He just acts like a grave. He really has the talent of getting me obsessed.The car halts in front of a house and Jackson Honks the car to signal Ivy we are out. I get down and try to help Jackson with my lu

His words sound to me sweet and bitter at the same time, he seems to be a playboy. The genre of boy who like fooling girls with the words ." Angel" haha what a mess! That true with his brown light eyes, his dark brown curly hair, and his well-drawn rosy lips make him seductive. But why is he still holding me? Annoyed by the situation, I take off my eyes from his." Can I go down?" I asked removing my hand around his neck.He smiles a little and let me go down, but I lose my balance again and find myself in his arms and dive into his brown eyes. What is wrong with me? I step back at him forward myself to my office table.Right to my office table I try to arrange all the documents on my table when I hear someone clearing his throat behind me."A simple"thank you" would be welcomed." He said.I turn back to him and see him holding my fuss for me to take it, I look at him and take my fuss to tie my dark

Right in front of the door, I ring and Ivy opens it. Furious, I enter without speaking and collapse on the sofa While sighing of frustration at this night." What happened? Why are you like this?" Asked IvyI don't even know where to start right now. From where should I start telling her what happened? And what really disturbs me, the fact that a drunk man tried to abuse me or the presence of that guy twice today."Tiara..." Said Ivy impatient."We tried to abuse me," I said directly."What?, How? Who?" Asked Ivy while sitting on the next sofa" A drunk man... He put a sleeping pill in my drink when I had a moment of inattention while we were in a nightclub," I said."So how did you manage?" Asked Ivy" A boy came to my rescue...but that is not important, what is important is that a drunk man tried to abuse me," I said insisting on that fact.

The meal is been served by Ivy and Tiara and when everything is ready, they invite us to all take a seat.Around the table, am trying to remark the expression of Tiara who seems a little bit uncomfortable. Nevertheless, she tries to hide it but it seems I can read on her just like in a book" Let's pray." Said Ivy.Hearing this sentence literally shocked me and Lola too. I never prayed in my life, at home the only one trying to pray was my mother and it was only when my grandmother comes at home. After that, nobody prays, I don't even know how to pray correctly, I mean... What to ask God. Am not a believer in God." Pray?? What do you mean by pray?" Lola asked." I mean we have to pray, remember I come from a Catholic orphanage and we used to pray there. Tiara came on Sunday and reminded me that am not more praying which is absurd." Ivy said" Aaaa ok... Now I understand, it is Tiar

He is finally gone. My heart can now calm down a little. Whenever he comes close to me and looks at me the way he looks, I melt literally on his control and my mind gets trouble. My heart knocks through my chest not as usual, and my stomach aches all around. I can't understand what he makes me feel, am I afraid of him? Or is he just influencing me?.No matter, I have to continue working, it is already 12 o'clock and Rose sends me a message asking me to join her to the cafeteria in the label music, but I decline cause I want madam Torneur to come and appreciate the work and see it ready to be used. Yet, now am too busy.The door opens and my eyes direct themselves to see who is there. It is Zack! Entering with small plastic bowls. He put them on my office table where I am working on, off my laptop under my surprised expression, pushes all my documents on one side and take a chair, pushes it in front of me while turning my chair with me sitting on it.