CAMILLA ~•~ My hands brushed the floor and slid to the side of the radio. Sighing with satisfaction, I proceeded to find the volume button and pressed it till I could no longer hear myself breathe. I turned, face up, my legs dancing in the air as I sang along to the song on the radio. "Call me, irresponsible.." I turned sideways, my left hand clung to my chest dramatically as my eyes widened, I shut them and frowned. "Call me, unreliable.." I sat up, throwing my hands in the air and moving my head sideways with so much force my loosely fixed hair pin fell off. "Throw in, undependable tooooo...." I screamed, stretching the last word dramatically. I knelt on the bed. I continued to sing while running my hands all over her my body dramatically, moving my head from side to side while imagining I was a rockstar vixen in a hot music video. Suddenly, my song stopped. "There is, nothing that I won't do to..." There was a short pause. i frowned when I realised I had been singing alon
CAMILLA ~•~I looked at my laptop one more time. Smiling sadly as I picked it out of the bag. The bag was meant for things I no longer needed, but couldn't find a place in my heart to get rid of. With my palm, I took the dust off the surface of the MacBook and took a deep breath before I opened it.Staring at the keys once again, memories came flooding back into my head.I could recall the reason why I put the laptop away, in it had so much about my life. My college project, my research, information about all my previous patients, everything about my career, everything I could no longer bear to look at."You're going to be okay" I always assured them."Whatever it is, you're going to push through it, all you have to do is want to push through."They always nodded in agreement, most times determined to do just what I had said.He was different, he never said anything. Apart from the monosyllabic answers he gave all my questions and nodding in affirmation to all my fairly correct guess
IVAN ~•~ "Mr. Ivan, some men from the office are here to see you," Antonio called out to me. I spun my wheelchair around, tearing my gaze from the beautiful portrait of my daughter I held in my arms, to his lean elderly face. He stood upright, at the foot of my library door. Though over sixty, he appeared young and sharp in his uniform of black suit pants and a white long-sleeved shirt. His grey strands of hair were neatly combed to the back of his head and he held a face towel over his right arm. I nodded. "Have them come in. I'll attend to them in my study." "Yes sir." He turned around to leave. Halted, and turned back to me again. My left brow raised in query, he cleared his throat and spoke up. "What shall I offer them?" He asked. I looked over at him again. This time, not with a smile on my face. My workers had been coming more often than usual ever since the accident with my leg. I knew I could not show up to work with my feet in bandages and my ass in a wheelchair,
CAMILLA ~•~ When Fredrick found me at his doorstep, his six feet frame towered over my five feet one as he frowned. "What are you doing here?" He asked a brow raised as he feigned a scowl at me. I couldn't deny it. His expression was funny so much that I almost laughed, but I knew it would only make things worse between us. Our last meeting had not ended on a very good note. We had fought and argued about McDonald's and KFC, which had the better customer service. He was for KFC and I was for McDonald's. I mean, WHO THE HELL CHOOSES KFC OVER MCDONALD'S? In anger, I said and I quote. "You have always settled for the lesser things. I'm talking about all the girls you've dated, your music taste, and your movie taste too! Everything is sub-par!" Immediately, I rose and took my leave. So, here I was. With my luggage in my left hand and a wrapped lunch bag, proudly sponsored by KFC. I held the latter up to his face and smiled. Fredrick Turner's eyes lit up at a package. I smile
IVAN ~•~ "Your new therapist would be arriving this morning sir. I trust that you are very excited." Antonio's voice rang in my ears, as he walked into my room, to open my curtains; as usual. From where I lay, strapped to my bed - thanks to him, he had refused to let me out of his sight since my last...incident - I looked up from my palms to him. He stood by the window, heaved a long sigh, and turned to me, his arms placed behind his back. "You're bringing another one of your shrinks to my house," I said aloud. I didn't need them, I didn't want them. None of them had done anything to help, and this one wasn't going to be any different. Antonio's eyes narrowed on me as he slightly shook his head. I could tell he pitied me, and I hated it. I had everything that I needed at my beck and call. Money, in millions, cars in their numbers, a prestigious name and an equally prestigious house, and women, in their numbers. Yet, the one thing that my heart yearned for the most, is what I did
CAMILLA ~•~ I fought hard to swallow my saliva. He was the definition of "breathtakingly gorgeous"! You know when you think that you have seen the most beautiful thing on Earth, and you just want to rush to it, hold it and tell it how beautiful it is? That was how I felt when I looked at him. His brunette hair matched his beard, and his lips stayed in the middle of it all; pale red and lush. His streamlined jaw, high-rise cheekbones, and well-groomed eyebrows made him look like something...or someone straight out of a magazine cover. Speaking of magazines, I suddenly realized that I had seen his face somewhere. Of course, he wasn't seated in a wheelchair in a sweatshirt and joggers, but his face was too familiar to miss. I could have said Vogue, but he didn't seem like a model to me. "Mr. Ivan, this is Camilla Theodore." I jerked up when I suddenly remembered that there was someone behind me after all. I stood straight, cleared my throat, and held my purse firmly. His eyes moved
CAMILLA ~•~ I swore on my life, I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine. My brows furrowed as I looked down at him. Even in a wheelchair, he still managed to be so rude. I know that I have gotten my share of rude and stuck up clients, or patients in my life. But for some reason, this one just annoyed me more. He pricked all the hairs on my skin, and I was beyond irritated. I opened my mouth to say something, when Antonio walked in, with a wad of files. I was surprised to see so many papers. When I heard him say "doctors" I was imagining just two, or three. But with the wad of files he dropped on the table in front of me, after offering me a chair, I could tell that I was in for a big surprise. "Please, have a seat miss. What would you like me to offer you? Coffee? Tea? Soda?" He asked. It was the first time he was being polite to me. Perhaps, because he was performing his "butler duties." I looked up from the pile of papers on the desk in front of me. I did not not
CAMILLA ~•~ I took the first cab I could find and made my way back home. Well, not exactly home since I lived with Freddie, but you know what I mean. All through my journey, I found myself looking back more times than I ought to. As though mister Ivan's house would appear from the blues and I would be called in once more. Yes, he was a complete and absolute jerk, but something was deeply wrong with him. His case was not that of induced depression or a lost soul that needed saving. He needed all the help he could get, all the help that he had refused in the past. He must have paid a fortune to get all those doctors to give him their time of day, and again, he was very famous. But, if they were not able to help, who did I think I was? The cab halted in front of Freddie's apartment and I slipped out of the car and walked sloppily in my block heels until I got to the front of the door. I leaned against the wooden door as my hands skimmed through my bag, in search of the house keys. I w
AUTHOR ~•~ Voices. He could hear them all around him, echoing from a distance. It surprised him how he could hear people speak despite the ringing in his ears. He did not know where he was, but the smell of bleach that stole its way into his nostrils told him he was in a hospital room. No other place in the world could reek of such a harsh disinfectant. "Is he going to be okay?" The female voice asked. Something in Ivan sparked up. He stretched his hand slowly, as though reaching out to grab the voice. "He suffered a major heart attack, which is very strange for someone as young as he is. But with his medical history and the situation he was in, there is nothing we can completely rule out now, is there?" The female doctor spoke. Camilla heaved a heavy sigh, adjusted her glasses on her face and slipped her hands into the pockets of her jean trousers."What about the baby? The two-year-old boy, would he be alright?" "Both of the kids are still…shaken. It's not everyday a child
AUTHOR~•~ Freddie pointed the gun at the back of the man's head. He turned to Camilla again, his eyes asked her if she was sure he was the one. Camilla frowned and nodded affirmatively. Her heart was already beginning to pound so loud, it was a miracle the man in the warehouse had not heard it. Immediately - and without hesitation - Freddie pulled the trigger and fired the gun. ~•~ 15 MINUTES EARLIER ~•~ Camilla and Freddie had followed the sound of the shooting, past the bushes, down to an old warehouse. They found two cars parked in front of it and Camilla recognized one of the cars as the one Antonio had driven. Freddie continued to watch his best friend lead the way to the side of the building. As they hid at the back of an old Honda truck, they peeked around the warehouse, just to make sure that there were no guards or anything of that sort around. "I really do not know why we have to do this, Camilla. How do we know he is in there?" Freddie spoke and Camilla did not hav
IVAN~•~ Sarah fell to the ground beside her father. I watched as blood oozed out from the back of her hair and formed a small puddle around her. Ian smiled and kissed his teeth as he looked down at me. "Two down, one to go." His voice echoed in my ears as he stepped forward. He trampled upon the dead bodies to get to me. When he stood in front of me, he lowered himself to stare me straight in the eyes. I did not know what I felt at that moment, I did not even know if I felt anything at all.All I wanted to do at that moment was to reach out to my daughter and hold her. The revelation that she was not really mine, to know that nobody had ever been on my side, all of that made me want to die here. Life was no longer worth it. How was I supposed to walk around knowing that everyone I had trusted the most turned out to be traitors in the end? Would I ever come out of this trauma with a clear mind and heart? How was I supposed to ever trust anyone again? Out of everything, what hurt
CAMILLA~•~ "What the fuck?!" Freddie screamed. In one swift move, he pulled me closer to himself as if he was going to shield me from something. I couldn't lie, the sound of the gun shot in the air was so loud that it had sent shivers up my spine. We had just gotten out of the car. We had followed Antonio behind, all the way to this very creepy and lonely road. Freddie did not want to keep going, but I had to continuously beg him. Freddie released me from his grip and rushed back to the car. I turned to him with a frown on my face. "Where are you going?" My heart was starting to beat faster. This was no longer a psychological rescue mission, it was a physical one. Freddie opened the door of his driver's seat before he looked up at me. "I do not know if you haven't noticed, Camilla. But we might just be walking straight into a gunfight." He replied, before putting his head into his car. My frown deepened, I could feel the creases on my forehead. "So you're just gonna leave?"
IVAN ~•~ "Why, hello Ivan!" Sarah called out as she stood in front of me with a small smile on her face. My eyes drifted to the pistol in her right hand before it traveled to her face. To say I was confused and shaken would be a grave understatement.I needed to understand what was happening. I looked around the dimly lit room. There were two huge wooden doors at the front, the room was filled with iron barrels that reeked of petrol, sweat and dust. I found a lighter on top of one of the huge barrels and my eyes widened. Shock came before fear, fear was followed by confusion, and the confusion was accompanied by grave anger. I turned sharply to her, my eyes held a lot of questions, I knew I did not have to voice them out. Sarah shook her head and pulled her gun back into the right pocket of her black leather jacket. My wife had her blonde hair in a messy ponytail, her eyes held an expression I did not quite understand. "Sarah," I managed to speak. She turned her back towards me a
IVAN ~•~ My eyelids parted slowly, but with much effort. Darkness enveloped me almost immediately, the stale smell of sweat greeted my nostrils and I sneezed on reflex. My eyes stung, I needed to scratch them. Groaning in frustration, I fought to bring my hands to my eyes. I could not, my hands were tied behind my back, and the more I struggled, the more the thin rope dug deeper into my flesh. "Shit!" I cried out. Nothing made any sense, what was I doing here? How did I get here? What was this place? I struggled to find something, anything to give me a clue. Nothing.I saw nothing besides absolute darkness. No windows, that was certain. But I could not tell whether or not there was a door. I looked around once again as if looking over the room time and time again would bring something I had not seen before to sight. "Hello! Who's there?!" I screamed, my echoes thundered all over the room. Two things were certain; the room was empty and it was large. The struggle to free m
AUTHOR ~•~Elina Washington looked at her phone again for the umpteenth time. She had been expecting a call from a certain stranger, but nothing was coming forth. It had been impossible to get any sleep last night, not without thinking of the hundred possibilities, hundred different things that could have happened; one of them being that he had been caught! Elina shook her head as she rose from the stool in front of her grand piano. She covered her chest with the silk robe of her night dress and paced about the piano room.She had told the man not to call on one condition; that he had failed. But she knew his type of man. Whether he was successful or not, he would have asked for something, even if it was half of the original price. Yet, here she was, confused and scared because she had not heard a word from him.Ding dong. The sound of her doorbell echoed around her house. She turned in the direction of the metal door of her piano room. She had not been expecting anyone. The man
IVAN~•~ I opened my eyes to the sound of sirens blaring all around me. The first thing my gaze met was the sight of the roof of my car. I could feel my legs dangling from the edge of my car seat. I tilted my neck to look to my left, blood was splattered all over the leather of my car seat. I struggled to sit up, but the back of my head stung like hell. I could barely remember anything. I held on to the driver's seat while I fought hard to sit up, it was only then I took note of the situation.There were police cars all around me. I saw Sarah weeping terribly, a female officer continued to tap her shoulder. Sarah was clad in a black blanket, her hair and makeup were both in a mess. She was saying something, everyone around me had their mouths moving for one reason or the other. His face flashed through my mind.Johnny! I looked around for any signs of him. The only thing I saw was a body on a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. Panic seized my chest immediately. What had ha
AUTHOR~•~She had watched from the terrace as the woman got into her husband's car and the driver drove her out of their driveway. She had seen the lady carry along with her a big suitcase. She had seen the look on the woman's face. The pain in her eyes made it evident that she wasn't returning. Sarah smiled to herself as she watched the car run off into a distance, away from her home, away from her family. She did not know what had happened while the woman and Ivan were away, but whatever it was, it had caused Ivan to return to his senses. Sarah turned around and found her father standing at the foot of the door. He had a tray of coffee and fresh toast in his hands. Sarah swallowed hard. She knew how her father could be when he caught her slacking. "What are you trying to do? Waste our time?" He growled. Sarah maintained her remorseful expression and bowed her head. "No, Papa. It's just…" "Parlami quando ho risolto i problemi, non sprecare il mio tempo mentre li risolvo. Don'