Suspicious
“Something is wrong?’ she voiced her suspicion. “I am not sure how to go about discovering the truth but I have to know.” She rubs her arms trying to put a bit of warmth on her skin. Still alert she looked around just making sure that car wasn’t close to follow her again.
“That’s also another thing, who was following me?” Again only her voice echoes around her.
Sammy stands outside in the bright sunlight looking oddly at her left hand. It has become a habit of sorts for her to look at her finger then having the oddest notion she was missing something vital. For the life of her though she can’t seem to comprehend what it might be. Furthermore not knowing made her heart ache.
“I know I am supposed to search for the answer I apparently had told TheoFista about. Amongst all my whirling thoughts though how would I discern between what is right and what is wrong? The basic tru
Missing someone“What happened, Charlie?”“You were not in Cape Town. I didn’t know where to go. I thought home would be the safest place. I was mistaken however.”“I had an accident. I lost some of my memory. What on earth is going on? Who was in the car following us?”Sammy watches her intently waiting for her answer as truth between them.“I lost my way again, Sammy. I made such a mess and saw something I shouldn’t have. You are always the safest place to run too but now I have put you in jeopardy. You really don’t need that.”“We’ll figure things out, Charlie.”“When I went to search for you I found a man and messed in his private life. If he catches me there will be hell to pay. However he certainly is handsome.”Both women become quiet when they hear footsteps on gravel. Charlie pushes Sammy deeper into the overhanging
What’s missing?Sammy step into the Top of the Town restaurant. Earlier in the evening when she at last sneaked home she found TheoFista and David waiting for her. They are quite insistent that she should go out with them that night.Since she discovered a lie told by Harold and Margie she decided to avoid them as best she can. When she rummaged through her rucksack she come upon this black number she is wearing now. The moment she saw it, she had the irresistible urge to wear it. Her thoughts circled briefly around her mysterious man hidden within her.David stands agape when he sees her. He kisses her on both cheeks before pulling out her chair. It is clear she didn’t even realize she was stunning.“I am the jealous fish wife type but I must say you are gorgeous. I am telling you again, you are perfect for my brother. Of late he is so grumpy I just can’t handle it anymore. I am certain when you handle him we will see lau
ThoughtfulSammy become aware that someone was looking at her. Sitting upright in the middle of her bed her eyes searched the bedroom carefully. The space was darkened except for the moon that peeked through the half drawn curtains.Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary but she still feels the intensity of the eyes. She definitely wasn’t alone. Throwing the blankets from her body she reaches out to switch her night light on. Pulling on her gown she stands in the middle of the room frightened but strangely stubborn. She tries sensing from where the ominous looks are coming from. Her door was shut so there must be something else out of character in here.The watchful eyes continued looking at her. The very arrogance of it all made her angry.Looking around in her bedroom, everything was basic in its necessity. Moving towards her wardrobe she opens the door wide clothes that apparently were hers was hanging there. Reaching deeper inside she
Storm Sammy watches the approaching storm. She found herself agitated and worried into a sense of stress. She keeps looking at her closed bedroom door. She instinctively feels a lurking darkness waiting for her. Meanwhile… “Peter, the storm is coming.” Charlie brushes the goose bumps from her arms the worry ringing clear in her voice. “So its nature,” “It’s a time of fear for Sammy.” “What do you mean?” “She associates storms with fire. Before her brother died, she nearly lost him in one.” Charlie looks him straight in the eyes for the first time. She hides nothing in her gaze. “I messed up. I brought danger into her life. I know where she is. Go to her, please.” “Give me the address.” Peter stand. It is clear her worry found an echoing corner within him. Sammy sleep huddled in the bed. The storm was still in the distance but already she feels its effect on her. She covers her he
Fragmented memoriesLifting her head she listened. She heard the crying of a baby. Her stumbling feet took a walk into the depths of the smoking house. She saw through child eyes the furtive movements of two adults trying to flee from the house. Her mind took a spinning tumble, her eyes turned towards the lightening kaleidoscope within the darken sky. For what felt like an eternity she just stared into the sky…Her mind was spinning again finding her as a teenager in her bedroom, intrigued with the picture against the wall. A closer look and she saw two eyes looking back at her, their intent clearly menacing. Their hands were reaching for her wrapping around her throat. She struggled before she saw her body rolling down a hill before landing in a ditch. She stood once she scrambled back onto her feet. Everything was blindly dark then too starkly white. This makes the confusion spin rampantly through her mind. Looking at the twirling world she tried her best to
Approaching storm…Sammy climbed into her bed with the secure intent of finding in the morning what had happened in her partly forgotten but almost now regained past. She will find a way to learn about the deception taught in this house to her. There seemed to be scandals and secrets around her. This made her realize she should step carefully between the thorns.They tried to cover the truth but little cracks in their stories were about to show it. They insist in telling her that they raised her. David told her he knew her parents that must mean they were around while she was growing stronger.What has her in constant doubt was which truth was as it were and the facts they seemed to create just for her? Why are they lying? It really seem clear they want to hoodwink her into believing their truth. The question of whom she should trust was ringing in her mind.The lightening played electrifying in front of her window. She covered her head to
Echoes“I can constantly hears the echoes but I don’t know where the wind was blowing from.” Sammy voiced her inner thoughts.“Why don’t you tell me the rhythm of your thoughts?’“I feel my heart was on a constant journey. I just need to hold on. I feel one day I will be at the place I am supposed to be.” She stood upright.Peter wrapped the towel around her holding her close to his heart. She turned within the circle of his arms her hand resting over his heart. She reached up to brush and felt the texture of his chin. She enjoyed the roughness of his beard stubbles.“I should be wary of this fantasy I just stepped into.” She whispered beneath his chin.“Don’t be afraid of what you are feeling. There is only truth between us. Nothing will be forced onto you either. You lead I’ll follow.”“If I allow myself to play out this fantasy into r
FrustrationPeter woke again during the early morning hours. He was seriously frustrated with himself now when he found, again she had slipped from his arms. He climbed through the window rounding the house just in time to see the black car outside.Approaching the car the driver pulled away.Sammy stood there at the end of the street cast in silhouettes of the early morning dawn with the sheer power of her being made him aware of her actual presence. He walked towards her and as he approached he noticed she was just looking at her hands.“What is wrong love?”She looked up at him and the raw pain knifed him right through to the heart.“Who am I? Why do I want to belong with you? I feel the strength of fear leaving me breathless. I see something but I don’t understand it.”“What do you see? Tell me.”“My mind at first blanks then something dangerous me watching a gun.&rdq
Kismet…Rings of Truth Sammy opened her eyes. The briefest moment everything was pitch black. It felt like she was in a coiling tumble of deception. Her only decent a downward spiral. She felt trapped in a kind of fantasy but it might be her reality. She blinked her eyes in the hope of finding light. Like magic the darkness was replaced by the enlightening casting of a blazing inferno, flames danced around her, leaving the sense of sexual electricity but in the same time the reality of a real fire. She stood within the circle of her continuous tumbling fall. Fear should be part of her reality since she stood within the embrace of dancing flames. It was like she was fascinated by something the flames were writing for her eyes. The flames formed two circles but for the moment the meaning eluded her. She felt her fingers burning but when she looked it was like she must forget what there should be. Instead a name a name was given to her. “Peter,” with the name come desire, sacrifice. Th
Flight of Fight“Run Sammy!” Peter yelled while he shared punch for punch with a very furious Victor Jensen. It was quickly clear that her presence was a distraction for her husband. Turning she start to run down the length of the beach. Her very actions were over familiar. Like so many months ago she heard the approaching helicopter again.“Sammy, stop,” called the voice from behind her.She stopped a moment to see who was calling behind her. She saw him storming towards her but something about him brought forth a flash of long forgotten memories…She saw herself as a very lonely child, her brother just buried. She blinked her eyes, her memories clouded within the fogginess of darkness. She feels the fingers of fear crawling over her skin.“Sammy, wait for me,” called the voice again.She knew somewhere within herself she should move but it still feels like she was playing in her own movie. The fear was now crawling through her heart, showing her she must hide away.“No, I refuse,” s
UncertaintySammy realized again fear her master of her constant behavior, could it be that it blinded her to something about Victor she apparently has missed but somehow instinctively was already reacting too. Maybe she should ask Peter about her reactions. This was his chosen profession apart from being a business man in their shared company. He must have an insight into her victim’s behavior.Stepping from the shower she wrapped a big fluffy towel around her frame then another around her head. Opening the door leading into the bedroom she found him in another corner going over the files she brought along. He had produce a laptop on which he was typing on seriously until he was aware of her again.“Peter…” she hesitate.He looked up at her his face serious. “Is something wrong?”“I have a question but I am not sure how to phrase it.” She bites her lower lip.“Just ask any way
Rising infernoSammy feels the rising inferno within her heart building. She just stood there but was no longer looking at them. Her mind was like a blaze debating her options as to what she wants to do. She felt like a woman used and discard like yesterdays entertainment section.The moment he convinced her she can trust him this woman obviously showing her claim. While still looking internally wondering if she should attack both and give this strange people entertainment or she simply very carefully closes the door.The words formed in her mind, come to think about it now, did he simply used that incident of the bomb as a way out of their affair? Her brown eyes dark with fury lifted again searching for the man who owned her body and her soul, finding him smiling along with the witch besides him. Earlier his smile with her was intimate telling silently of the passion they shared last night. What did he share with lady lethal?“Well Sammy, what will the path?” she whispered very softl
Flames of Desire“Peter…” she feels the burning flames of desire coursing through her.“Patience, my love we have waited a long time.”His hand moved away from her panty barrier slipping across the curve of her hips moving beneath her back flipping her over while he landed on his back.Sammy moved on top to straddle his waist, grinning down at him. Looking into his eyes she saw an emotion that filled her whole being. Trust versus lust, leaning forward she kissed him gently probing carefully before exploring the depths of his mouth.Peter deepened the kiss while his hands was moving up and down her back letting her know she was the one setting the pace. He felt her body shifting before he caught another one of her surprise breathes.“You certainly are ready for action,” she whispered close to his ear before nipping on his earlobe. She feels his grin against her neck.“Take the j
Counting minutesSammy counted the minutes wondering where Pete went. A thought occur to her making her get up onto the feet. It was suddenly important to her that he not think she was a cowed little girl when trouble strikes. She had seen the type of woman he works with, she discovered a jealous streak.Searching for the object that went through the window she found it partly hidden beneath the corner table. Something was attached to it looking at it while considering if she should touch it. Whatever it was the thing seems all wrong too. At first glance it look like a brick but the more she studied it the material seemed too soft almost like clay. On pure instinct she moved.She took a bee line for the opened door. She practically runs a returning Peter of his feet just as the little bang went off. Together they went tumbling before stopping at last on the last step. She was wrapped tightly in his arms their heart beats irregular. Both heard an engine
Secrets unfold“Who are you, Peter William,” She asked so softly wondering if he heard her.Sammy looked at the giant computer waiting for her to fill it up with information. It was half an hour ago that Peter asked her to capture information into the thing waiting for her. It was rather curious that he asked her or was it his way of letting her briefly into a part of his professional life. Looking around when at first she thought the office was barren, it was just an illusion. Now with the touch of a switch it becomes fully computerized.Reaching for her cup of coffee she sips looking at the stacks of files. Smiling faintly with a thought she always has about herself, she might sometimes looks like a bimbo although of late she has turned herself into a granny look-alike, she was efficient in what she does.Usually it was just David and her but they shared a healthy work competition in their normal work environment that it sometimes s
Emotional Dilemma “Peter, what are you thinking?” she asked curiously. He looked up startling her with the simmering anger she found in his dark eyes. His gaze wandered over her clearly taking note of her appearance for the day. Her curls make her look very adorable. He frowned when he studied her grey shirt that was button closed beneath her chin. Her grey slacks and practical shoes just as severe unfeminine. “I am ready when you are,” he said simply while finishing his breakfast. “You were serious when you said you are going to work with me?” Sammy asked stunned. “Yes,” short and to the point. “You can’t Peter,” “Yes I can and I am going to. Eat something, as I don’t want you to faint,” “Peter, no.” “Sammy, don’t argue with me,” He stood carried his plate to the dishwasher. Once finished there, he round the counter and kiss her briefly before leaving her alone. She looked at her food having no
Playful interactions “Sammy,” “Hmm,” “What are you going to do this morning? I have noticed the last couple of days you didn’t go to work.” He stood behind her as his fingers sliding down her arm until his own circled around the brush which she released to him. “I should go back to the office, shouldn’t I?” she couldn’t conceal the sudden tension in her voice. “I will play your body guard,” Sammy searched for his eyes within the mirror, finding them dark and serious. She watched his hand reached out and allow his fingers to brush through her curls. Then with smooth gentle strokes he starts brushing her hair. The basic intimacy of his gesture instantly has her weak-kneed. “Are you serious Peter? You are a senior partner in the company.” Sammy watched him intently waiting for his answer, needing to trust him. “Very much Sammy I was stupid once, never again.” His seriousness created goose bumps on her naked arm. His hand was brushing her hair making playful styles. The electrici