Thinking

Chapter 5

Her eyes were blurry as she sat on the back seat of the long bus.

She held her backpack close to her chest, and wiped the tears.

Mikhail Mazza was a monster.

She hated him, she hated everything about him.

She sniffed and stepped down from the bus as It got to her bus stop.

The road was lonely unlike before.

She walked slowly till she got home.

The apartment was no place to be called home.

She hated it. Hated the stench.

Everything about the room pissed her off.

She walked to the only chair that was in the room and sat down.

She wanted out. She wanted out of the poverty she was in.

She had seen men and women thrive hard to become a success and she loved that.

She had tried too, but it didn't work out for her, never did and now she was stuck with that monster who would derive pleasure in seeing her rot to death, not that she cared less.

The door knob turned and Sandra walked in.

"Hey." She smiled and the other girl sighed.

"Amy says she can't loan at the moment, got some things working out. That monster has a hand in it." Sandra hissed and Ashley hissed.

He always managed to get his hand into everything.

He knew what to do that would spike a reaction and he was so good at making people Beg for something.

She could recall the day at school, when she was thrown out of class for her school fee.

Mikhail Mazza was born with a Golden spoon, not even a silver could be compared.

She had gotten in to the school due to some scholarship and she was the only welfare student along with Sandra.

Every other person was filthily wealthy.

She didn't know how he did,but he was the reason they had stopped paying her school fees per the scholarship.

She had began to pay her school fee all of a sudden and she knew who had a hand in it.

When she walked out of the class, he had a smirk on his face and oh how she wished to wipe the smirk off.

But if wishes were horses, she'd probably be the president's daughter or Bill Gate's granddaughter.

"You seriously need to come back, you know." Sandra said again, and she snapped back to the room.

"You were saying?" She asked, coughing as she sat well on the seat so she would not fall.

"Mother was taken to Ashwood today, he has a hand in it." Sandra said again.

She knew all this.

"I'm going to sign the contract." Ashley said, cleaning her eyes as little drop came down.

"You shouldn't Ashley, he's going to make you sick. You're going to carry his sead while he goes around Fucking every thing in skirt. Fuck Ashley, he's going to make you feel pathetic and you'll do nothing than just carry his child. He'd fuck you till you get pregnant with his baby and if you don't give him a girl, he'd fuck you again with that same thing he uses to fuck whores."

Ashley knew all these was meant to happen but hearing them plane and clear was making her stomach churn.

He'd fuck her. She heard that one pretty clear with no water In her mouth.

Ashley sniffed, and cleaned her eyes.

"I'll do it." She said and Sandra sighed.

"I'm so sorry Sandra, but if I don't, mother is going to die. Sooner or later he'll come for you and he'd add you to another case and make me choose." She sniffed and Sandra sighed.

"What are you going to do?" Sandra asked, walking to the small bed and slumping down on it.

"I'm going to sign it in his office tommorow, and he'll see it himself." Ashley said, and Sandra sighed.

"So tommorow?"

"Hmm, tomorrow!"

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Mikhail Mazza touched his cheek for the umpteenth time.

A soft growl left his lips and he cracked his head.

He was in his office, as he watched the city light and colour.

"Satan." A guy with a tuxedo suit walked in to the office and took a seat.

"What are you doing here Fabio?" Mikhail asked, as he turned to the man that had walked in.

That was his name and he loved it.

"Lucifer!"

"Came down to get some business done in downtown. Those men are really funny, said a woman slapped you" Fabio laughed.

Mikhail rolled his eyes, taking a seat.

"They really lack work huh, seems Rob doesn't deliver business like before." Mikhail said, and flip over a file.

Fabio smiled.

He wasn't going to tease the man.

"Rachel asked for you, she's going bitchy about you offering her marriage at the end." Fabio said again.

Mikhail raised his head.

He wasn't bother about some bitch out there, saying something he didn't say.

He didn't even know who the hell was Rachel.

"Who's Rachel?" He asked, and continued with the paper.

He had been so engrossed with Ashley that he had neglected some of the things he was supposed to do.

Ashley was another problem on his path.

The woman was stubborn but he was going to make sure she succumbed to him.

Her mother was her weak point and he'd get her on that.

"Are you listening to me?" Fabio hissed, snapping at him.

Fabio was his friend, they only close person he had like family.

But he knew when to stop with his teases.

"If you're done with your report, get the fuck out." He said, and they other hissed, glaring at him.

"You're just too much." Fabio said, getting up and leaving the room.

Mikhail sighed, as he rubbed his fore head.

He didn't know why he was that way but he knew it would pass.

It was just a phase in his life and it would soon pass.

Ashley Crook was something temporary and he didn't even know why he had given her that shitty condition.

He had to get his shit together!

TBC