"I messed up." These were the first words that left my lips as soon as I unlocked the door and stepped into my room. Due to the time of the night, and the dorm being so quiet, for a minute I imagined Mac following me through the stairs, and the thought had me hoping and skipping this staircase two at a time. He seemed like the kind of person who could do anything to get what he wanted, and I didn't want to be the victim of that. The room light was off, and so naturally I flipped it on, ready to spew all about my mistake to Lola because even I knew I messed up big time and I really needed someone to talk to before I lost it, but Lola was nowhere in sight. I walked over to her bed, It was empty and it was a mess, as usual, several dresses were lying in between her makeup products and underwear, I shook my head and ransacked through the mess, checking if she kept her phone there so I could determine how far she went and wondering where hell she was. I walked to the bathroom, and I
Lucas/ Luke POV; Even before I got the phone call I knew, I couldn't explain it and it was really just crazy to anyone who cared enough to listen but I was certain I knew. I watched as she walked out of my office and my heart fell with every second. I wanted to reach out to her, I wanted to talk to her to shake sense into her head and bring her to see things just as I did. I wanted to show her that she was wrong about me and that with me she had nothing at all to worry about, but I couldn't I just couldn't. She was important to me but some things were also important, and I had the duty and responsibility to focus on those things which were equally as important and relevant to me. So I had to let go, something had to give away. The weeks passed with me drowning myself in so much work I could barely think about anything else, I went on business trips, executed projects singlehandedly, and came up with new business plans reforms, and rules, and yet she still found a way to creep ba
I like to think that one of the perks of me being the last child was that attention came easy to me and so naturally from a little age I shied away from it. I avoided it as much as I possibly could. While my sisters were up to one mischief or the other in a quest for attention, I was somewhere at one corner always with my mom doting on her or sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. Of course, my sisters were much older than me, and were expected to be mature when I was little but generally, I had been the most unproblematic child to my parents and my childhood has been the calmest as they claimed until well.. the war. That was when everything turned inside out and maybe it had some psychological effect on me because my life had been very far from unproblematic in the previous year and now that it was it felt as though I didn't know what to do with my life and all the calmness. Things were completely silent, Mac had gone back to ignoring me, with the offer that I could reac
My few moments of consciousness were riddled with confusion. I didn't know where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing before the whole world went black. I felt around me groggily as the details of where I was and what I was doing came to my mind groggily and slowly. I was at the library, with Lola and we were meant to nap a little and then wake up to finish our estimated time and grab dinner then head to the hostel. But now it was so dark, I could hardly see a thing. I blinked my eyes slowly into the darkness. It was so dark I could hardly see a thing. Why had the librarian turned off the lights? Did she lock us in? I knew she hated our company but this was extreme and she was just pushing it. I mean we could file for assault with this right? My nostrils felt trickled, I found myself sneezing as I reached for my phone beside me. I felt around me but there was no phone on the desk and the desk seemed different... harder than the one I was used to. I was so sure I kept my phone
This time, from the very moment I woke up I knew I was in danger. I also knew I had been drugged y whoever brought me here so there wasn't anything else the person couldn't do to me and I was terrified shitless by that realization. I stalled for a minute in opening my eyes, despite the fact that I had regained consciousness, I listened for the voice of people, anything, anyone to show that I was not alone in the room, but for a while there was nothing other than the chirping of birds in the distance, the faint blaring of car horns and the sound of hammer making contact with the wall somewhere far away. I held my breath. Then slowly I opened my eyes. It took a while for my vision to clear and smoothen due to all the darkness it had been fed in the past hours, but slowly and surely it came to a fine clarity and my breath ran away. A man was standing a few feet from me, his figure was bent to the level of my head and he was peering at me in inquisition with eyes that looked like bl
My heart sank to the ground as his last words left his lips, and soon it began to beat wildly against my ribcage, as though it was trying to escape my body, too frightened by everything that was suddenly happening. By the time he came to stand before me, my heartbeat picked up pace; this one was less muscular but taller and somehow his aura was more scary, more sly and sinister. ,He was putting on a navy blue mask and his black hair was on the border line of vanishing into his scalp. The tears fell freely this time. I kept chanting in my subconscious, "I've been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped," as though that would automatically send some form of help or be of any consolation to me. I had to admit that I had lost hope in getting any help, I had spent the night here, and now it was fast approaching noon. If any help was to have come, would it not have been a while ago? Could I still hope on that?Why was it taking so long if it was ever going to come? Maybe they w
The blow landed fatally on the left side of my face. My entire vision turned black as the pain surged from my brain down to the very tips of my toes. I felt my mind going into delusion, slipping away little by little. Did he used the hammer on me? I wasn't sure it what hit me was a metal figure or simply his hands. If he did, I wasn't sure my head was still intact, I must have gone completely mad or died on the spot from the impact, but I was breathing. I was alive. I pried my eyes painfully apart as small dots of vision began to come into focus. Slowly my brain began to register the room I was in once more, and I could see clearly, as clearly as my eyes afforded me to. My tears rushed out without any hesitation now, my eyes were tired. They felt strained. and it scared me that they wouldn't stop leaking. "No need to cry, princess." He hushed, "If you give us what you want, we will let you go. We aren't unreasonable, you know?" Black masked Johnny added with a small smile." He was
The world went black the moment those words were out of his mouth, and as my world faded to black, all I could see was the blurry image of his face and the desperation with which I searched my thoughts, trying to clear my vision so I could at least know who was behind the suffering and agony I had gone through. Now that he had given me a blank check. The blood trickling into my nose from my brain had added a huge hand n stealing my consciousness as fast as it came. By the time I opened my eyes again, the sun was slowly setting in the sky, I knew this because the dim rays of light that entered through the windows were too dim to be noon or morning sun, so it was either really early in the morning or late in the day. My mind lit up with an idea as if I had only just realized, I heard the loud click of the door as they walked out of the room, which told me that they secured it fastly with a strong lock. But the windows, the windows, they were open and free. I could feel the fresh breez