I am a very patient person, especially this year.
But I am not going to stand in a cue that is so long just to get in a club for a party with hormonal teenagers.
The only reason I'm here is because of her, Davina.
She seems annoyed by the fact that we are still at the back. The line does not even seem to be moving.
Davina runs her left hand through her hair and turns towards me with a nervous smile. As if to say - Sorry we did not get to turn up.
Then her eyes lights up, as if she just figured out the cure for a terminal illness or something.
"Rita!" She says more to herself than me.
She digs in her small black purse for her phone. When she gets it, she scrolls thr
Yes, it is them. Fear and anxiety grips my heart and mind. "Quincy? Quincy?" I hear the shadow say. I yelp and move backwards, hitting the table slightly. The candle light blazes suddenly like it was never out. Davina and Rita looks at me gaping while her mother smiles smugly, sitting on the red rugged floor. My heavy breathing is the only thing that is audible in the small room. ................. “Quincy, Quincy.” I hear a voice faintly. A hand suddenly touches my shoulders and shakes me, trying to get my attention. “Quincy, god, are you alright?” Davina asks me worriedly. I look at her face and it is covered with concern.
You can never know what someone really wants.“I’m good love, enjoy.” She says and then closes the distance between us and kisses me right on the lips. The warmth from her breath sends shivers down my spine.I lean in more to the kiss but then she pulls away. She then smiles shyly and begins to walk away as I just stand there, watching her disappear into the Club..............The walk back to my building in some way helped me think a lot. As the cold air of the city brushed against my face, all I could think of was Davina.Her kiss, her scent, her personality. It all kept playing in my mind over and over, like a broken record.I’m so glad that I met her.
“You said the same thing three years ago, remember?” He says to me and I close my eyes in frustration.“You and I know clearly that that’s not fair. It’s not the same thing.” I say to him.“Quincy, you said she wanted you to jump off a building!” He yells into the phone and I inhale sharply...............“You know what?” I say to him, on verge of snapping. “I’m sorry I even called to tell you that my freaking mom is alive! Your own wife!” I yell into the phone.Tears involuntarily fall from my eyes freely and I fight the urge to throw my phone across the room towards the wall.“Quincy, don’t you yell at me.” It&
“Dad doesn’t know you’re alive.” I say to her as I look up to her face.She tries to speak but no words come out.“Exactly, a liar then and a liar now.” I say to her and she flinches, as if my words physically assaulted her..............Well, good. I want her to hurt as much as I am hurting now.“What do you mean by a liar then?” She asks, wiping a stray tear that runs down her face.I raise an eyebrow, silently asking her if she really wants me to go there.“You know what? Forget about it, I’m leaving.” She says as she puts her handbag on her shoulders and stand.
“Quincy, you better not bring her up, I’m warning you.” He says and he walks towards me, expecting to see one of my friends or to say the least, nobody.But he stops in his tracks when his eyes land on his dead wife.“No, no, no.” He says to himself over and over.“This can’t happen to me too. I can’t lose my mind!” He says loudly and I want to say something but I don’t know exactly what to...................My father right now is incredibly antsy as he paces around the living room. He refuses to look at my mother and I am afraid to say anything.“Sam..” My mother stands and walks close to him.He halts his actions an
“Quincy?” My dad asks as he scoops up chocolate ice cream out of the small bucket.“Mmmhmm” I say, my mouth full of ice cream.“Today is a school day, why didn’t you go to school?” He asks me and I almost choke on my ice cream............“Umm.” I say, thinking on what to say.I should have gone to sleep but after my argument with my dad last night, I fell asleep and slept for so long, not taking notice of the time.“I overslept.” I say to him and he makes a face. Well, he don’t look like he’s going to kill me so I’m safe I guess.“It’s alright, I understand champ.”
“You like games, I see.” The person says and then fires his weapon.The sound of the gun going off shakes my entire core and I fall to ground.“Give me the phone, Quincy. This time, no one can save you from my wrath.” He says................It’s dark, why is it so dark?I think my eyes are closed.I open my eyes and I can hear a ringing in my ears, it’s torture.I look around the room and everything goes blurry and then clear again. What’s happening?Suddenly an excruciating pain grabs my lower thigh and I can’t help but yell. The pain spreads to my entire leg and I instinctiv
“Help!” I yell out loud, hoping that maybe one of the neighbors would hear me and come to my rescue.“Help!” He yells too and then laughs. “That’s the thing, Quincy. I too can play the yelling game. No one can hear anything coming from in here.”“No one can save you.” He says eerily and then pulls out his gun. “Now, let’s play us some games.”..................“What do you want?” I ask him as he gets closer to me.“Don’t you get it yet?” His voice is chilly. “I want you dead!” He smiles sadistically.This man is sick.“What did I ever do to you, man?” I ask him and
“No, I wear Gucci cologne.” I say and he looks at me with mild disgust.He must really not like Gucci.He takes a step closer to me and then he does something that takes me by complete surprise.............What is this man doing?He puts his nose to my arm and sniffs loudly. Then he says to himself, “You’re not wearing FANTASY’s deodorant either.” I take a few steps back, and I look at him, feeling the awkwardness.“I’m not.” I say slowly as I eye him.“Interesting...I will be downstairs, it was nice meeting you, Quincy.” He says with a small smil
“Whoa...you have got to be kidding me.” Iris says and I ask her, “What? What?”“Look over there.” She points to a white round middle aged man on the check-in line.“Yeah, who am I looking at?” I ask her and she says, “That’s Benjamin, Davina’s father.”...............What? “I thought he should be in France already.” I say and Iris replies, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”“I’m going to go talk to him.” She says as she stands, but I hold her hand.“Not now.” I say and she stares at me for a second, and s
“No.” I say, and he says, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”“Don’t make me wipe that smirk from that face of yours.” I say, at the verge of snapping.“Please do.” He says, and I do something that I never thought I would do again in my entire life. ..............I simply do nothing, knowing that I don’t need to hit this guy. Hitting him won’t change a thing, so why do it?“I’m waiting, Quincy.” He says as he stares at my fist.“You’re not worth it.” I say and then I walk up to the little girl.“Hey, hey.” I say to her an
“What are you doing?” I ask her lowly. Davina’s father laughs deeply. “I’m sorry, but I won’t allow that.” He says confidently. “You see, Iris...I own you.” .......... Iris scoffs, and the call ends. “Iris...you don’t have to quit for my sake.” I say to her. “Oh, I’m not. I’m quitting because if they were comfortable with using you like a toy, then they obviously must have strings on me like a puppet already.” She responds to me. “I’m not going to live my life for these people.” “So are you still going to France, the city of love?” I ask
“No, sir.” I say respectfully.“But I’m confused here, what do you mean?” I ask.“Truly, I thought you weren’t this dumb...Quincy, you’re fired. You’re no longer the CEO for FANTASY.” ............“But..but..” I stutter and Davina’s father laughs.“But..but..what?” He asks rudely.“You actually thought I would have allowed my daughter to make someone as incompetent as you the CEO of FANTASY?”“Do you know how much money that company pulls in? You honestly thought I would let you mess it all up?” His voice is full of venom.
I pick up my speed as I drive on the small narrow road that is lighted by light poles and surrounded by thick trees.This road is a shortcut, and I took it because I want to get home as soon as possible.“Boo!” I suddenly hear the voice yell in my ear and I lose control of the steering wheel, causing the car to make a sharp turn that leads me straight into a tree...............The impact is loud and it causes the airbag to fly out. The car starts beeping loudly and I groan in pain.The front of the car is smashed into the tree. Scared, I frantically try to exit the vehicle.For a second, the door seems jammed, but I continue to struggle to open it. It finally gives way and the door opens.
When we are alone, Davina stands and walks close to me.“So what do you want to talk about?” I ask her and she replies in a low tone, “Who said anything about talking?”She closes the distance between us and she kisses me...............For a fraction of a second, I get lost in the kiss, and I return it. But then my senses return.I pull away and I watch her the lust stir in her eyes.“What are you doing?” I ask, my own tone a little bit huskier.She runs her hand through her hair and I watch her keenly as a tear escapes her eye.“Are you okay?” I ask her and she replies loudly
What or rather who I see causes my head to spin.I see Kate, she’s watching me keenly. Her eyes are cold and her skin looks wrinkled.She’s smiling widely, but her lips are without color. They’re purple and dead..............I can feel my blood rushing through my body. It’s like an out of body experience.I blink a few times to see whether she disappears, but it doesn’t work. She’s still in the backseat, staring at me via the rear view mirror.A loud truck horn snaps me out my trance and I press on the gas instinctively. The red light on the traffic light is already green, and all the cars that were in-front of me has driven away.
I pick it up and I see that I have a new text message. It’s from Jimmy, I remember saving his number when we were at The Lounge.I open the text and it only has three words.It reads:“Quincy, she’s gone.” ............My heart races as my mind conjures explanations for me. Who is he talking about?Is his wife dead?Oh gosh, no. I click on his number and it begins to ring. Expecting him to answer, I begin to find something to wear so I can go over to him; but he doesn’t.I try about three more times, but to no avail. The only person I could call right now and get information from would be Iris