Everything was clear to me; It made sense now that he drove all the way and waited outside my lecture hall for me. It was no coincidence or fairytale. Of course he had known I was the one at the club that night. They were discussing something that must be so important that it made him drive all the way down here to threaten me. There were no puzzles as regarding Mac’s statement to me, and as I walked back to the hostel, I knew I had to really keep my mouth shut. But who was I going to tell? Or was this because I briefly told Lola? I placed my hand on my forehead and sighed in frustration. Yes. He had seen me that night, of course. Who was I kidding? Even if by some chance he had not seen me, he could smell me ofcourse, I had underestimated his wolf abilities by going there in the first instance and Mac was not generous enough to forgive that or to remain quiet about it. Was he even any generous? Just minutes ago he sounded and looked like if it had been left to him I would have face
Fine, It was easy to make the plan. But I had no idea where to start from, or how to go about gathering intel on someone I had no idea about, I didn't even know his first name! I knew nothing so it was really bold of me to think that I could make such a statement and decision and it would put things in place automatically, what a joke. There was no place to begin from, not any place that made sense anyway so minutes after having such lavish thoughts, and deceiving myself by saying I had decided, I watched Fred and Lola fall asleep with the horrifying realization that I was completely clueless!I picked up my laptop before my brain began to overheat and started searching for names beginning with L, and ofcourse you know how that went, millions and millions of names came up and at some point I got so drowsy from staring at words beginning with the letter L, only thrn did it occur to me how impossible the task was, It occurred to me that it could mean anything, like anything at all. It c
My breathing came out very fast and shaky, I stepped back immediately, wondering if there was really someone behind the door. I was freaked out by the occurrence and a bit shaken by the thought that there might be danger looming ahead which I had not planned for and so I was unprepared but soon a gust of wind blew and the door quaked with squeaky hinges. I realized it had just been a faulty door all along, I looked back at the impatient cab driver who honked loudly and pleaded for a little more time with my hands before pushing the door open with my legs and stepping inside. The whole place was full of cobwebs, it was lining the cracked roof to the dusty floor and, it looked like no one had been here for months or even years so at that point I should have turned and walked back out but instead,I wanted to venture further, I turned on the flash light on my phone and decided to explore. What was the worst that could happen? The door closed behind me, and I jumped again in fear as dust
I had never been this upset in my life. It was a rat, A plump brown rat with large eyes that made my heart want to escape from its cage and made my legs want to outrun itself. I was so furious, whenI turned back to see what was chasing me and saw a rat, I pronounced up to ten cuss words on the spot and suppressed the urge to destroy the head of the rat with the heel of my boot. It was too disgusting and cruel for me but still I housed the thought as I walked back into the car. I thanked the cab man incessantly as we left the place, I didn't believe he would wait for me but he did and I was both amazed and thankful. I was also furious with myself for letting all that happened happen. The rat situation was one but two I had wasted not only my time but resources and finances on an inconclusive evidence like this and it seriously annoyed me. How did I think it was anything? I groaned and slapped my hands across my facein frustration but more out of habit at this point. It earned me a
We continued the ride in silence, my heart beating vigorously with excitement. The view of outside was breath taking. The night was hurriedly taking over the sky as darkness hovered covering the white clouds in silence. Even though I promised myself that I wouldn't freak out about this, and I would see this for what I wanted it to be, I was doing a very terrible job at that. I couldn't help the way I felt. I couldn't process the fact that he had smiled at me. I mean, Fine it was a small smile but it was the only thing vaguely close to affection he had ever given to me or shown to me and my heart wanted to burst at it. Knowing Mac and how devious he could be, I knew it was a huge deal. I didn't have it in me to question the sincerity of it. When we pulled into a fancy italian restaurant, I almost lost it in excitement, He was taking me to eat? He was taking me to feed? Like on a date? He came in all the way to my school to take me on a date? I was hysterical, over the moon to say
When I had finally managed to tone down my vigorous thudding heart and over active mind by assuring myself that there was no doom or danger, I walked back to our sit and got seated. As expected, Mac was still on his phone but he looked at me for a brief moment as I got seated then he resumed what I assummed to be business on his phone. I perceived the aroma of the dish before it arrived at our table, even though it was covered with a silverware, I could still smell the deliciousness of the chicken and my tummy grumbled excitedly at that. The waiter placed our dishes before us. The glasses wine was already there, perhaps sometime after I went to the bathroom it was placed. I dug into the meal trying to eat as cautiously as I could before my mate, fighting the urge to moan at the delicious burst of flavors that filled my tongue with every bite. Soon after Mac dropped his phone and began to wolf down the plate of bbq chicken in front of him, I tried not to look at him as he ate, hi
I was stunned but I quickly regained myself and I dialled her number back immediately the line went dead. My suspicion was coming off me in big waves each time it kept saying her number was switched off and after a while it began to redirect me to her voice mail. The whole thing felt like a prank or something. It felt like a joke; perhaps if it had not been a firsthand experience, I might not have believed it from anyone else. I didn't relent, I kept trying to call her number, but it kept directing me to voicemail, and I only stopped trying it when the lecturer came in and began to address the class. As he spoke, I couldn't bring myself to take notes or pay attention. I was worried and unable to concentrate on anything that he was saying. My only thought was if she was okay and if I could somehow get a hold of someone who knows Fred or would had an idea of any of their whereabouts. Immediately the lecture ended, I hurried back to the hostel to check if Lola had returned while I
When my mother died, I couldn’t understand the depth of death. The finality of it was incomprehensible to me. My mind was too young and sold to fantasies to process that I would never see her again. My Father and my sisters were cautious in breaking the news to me but I never understood why, They explained to me in little doses, as if I couldn't handle the full truth. It was because I couldn’t handle tragedy and they knew, I couldn't stand great pain without crumbling and right from childhood it was evident. Back then, even after they had told me of her demise, I would ask father every day when she would return, hurting him and pressing my hands further into where it hurt most without even realizing it. He would tell me she wasn’t coming back and I would begin to cry and wail nonstop, my entire being in a steady refusal of the fact that she had ceased to exist. As my wobbly legs carried me to the broken form of Lola on the floor, I could hear that part of me crying out in denial on