TakenHours turned into days and days became weeks, but Lolita did not have one moment of sleep. She felt tortured, abandoned, tormented. She was in her own little hell on earth. She thought about so many things in so many ways, like living through different timelines of earth.Perhaps if she had remembered Hayden from the very first time she set her eyes on him, she’d be able to set her foot down and make some boundaries. Better still, she could not have started the affair at all. In another universe, another life, she would truly love him. Now… now was the worst timing of all. Samantha barged in unexpectedly, causing Lolita to gasp and push back into the bed frame in fear. Exasperated, Samantha slapped her thighs with a pillow. “Would you stop doing that?” Her friend asked. “You jump at the slightest little thing, it’s sad to see.”“I thought it was—”“Stop thinking. Stop moping around like this and do something fashionable with your time. I wish now that you actually have a job.
H.E.RSamantha banged on the door, hard. She glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand. It was wonderful the amount of information people were willing to part with the minute they were offered money. Sure, it made things easy for her, but it also scared her a little bit.Hayden opened the door with a deep frown on his face. The frown settled into a scowl when he saw who it was. He stared at her, his brows hunched together.“What are you doing here?” He asked.“I’m here to see you, obviously,” Samantha replied. “I mean, how did you find me here?”“You’re a wildly attractive man with dark hair, blue eyes and an armful of tattoos. I’m sure anyone would recognize you from a mile away.” She raised the paper in the air. “Plus, I can be persuasive when I want to be.”“Hmm.” He craned his neck and looked behind her. “Is she here?”“She’s not here,” Samantha said. “Matter of fact, I’m looking for her.”Hayden folded his arms and leaned on the door frame, his frown deepening. “You came he
One Who Cries FirstLolita’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She felt exhausted, weak and alone. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask that someone dim the bright light that was solely focused on her eyes, but no words escaped her dry, useless tongue. She closed her eyes once more and concentrated on breathing deeply, hoping that with deep breaths, the pain would dissipate by the time she awoke an hour later.The second time she reopened her eyes, she noticed that the sunlight had softened, though it still lingered, targeting her face at just the right angle. She adjusted her position slightly, shifting her body to avoid its piercing intensity.“Help,” she croaked out, but the word barely left her lips.Feeling useless as ever, she tried to sit up. A sharp pain attacked her ribs, almost tearing her apart. Lolita cried and curled into herself on the cold, hard floor.“Ouuh, she’s awake,” someone said.Lolita opened her mouth again, hoping to ask for help. No words left, as she expected. Sh
Lost In a PondSamantha poured cereal into a bowl while engrossed in her phone. The heaviness she felt in her chest lay dormant still, spreading its fangs like wide fire. The answers she was given wasn’t enough; she wanted more. She grabbed a bottle of milk and held it over the bowl.“Hey.”“Shit!” Samantha jumped, both her phone and the milk falling from her hands to the ground. “Shit, you scared me.”Hayden stood by the kitchen entrance, bare-back. “Did I? That milk costs twenty six dollars. Twenty six, Samantha. It’s almond.”“Shut up. You can afford it.” Samantha quickly cleaned up the mess she made and put the remaining milk in the fridge. She wiped her phone on her cloth as she gazed at Hayden.“I guess I know why the ladies in this neighborhood keep throwing themselves at you,” she said. “Now I don’t blame Lolita that much for starting an affair.”Hayden smiled. “You sure it’s not you they’re throwing themselves at? I think I remember some girl asking after you the other day.”
The Wounded“Wakey-wakey, sunshine.”Lolita gasped, dragged back to the surface by the water splashed on her face. She was soaked, everywhere. For days now, she couldn’t even stand on her feet. Now she could see; now she could feel, even if it was only little and mostly engualfed with her pains and torture.Tessa was grinning down at her. They were still in the dark room with the single ray of sunlight shining through. She’d been dreaming, she realized; of flowers and ice cream and a warm bath.“Say hi to Dr. Banners,” Tessa sang.Lolita’s eyes moved slowly to the man standing beside her. She could barely see his face, but his beady little eyes and his fat figure gave her the chills. She hugged herself, trying to pull away from them.“Now, now, don’t do that,” the doctor said.Tessa took that initiative to smack her on the face, forcing Lolita to release her knees and fall back on the ground. She giggled wildly when this happened, almost dancing at the pleasure Lolita’s tears brought
MissingShe dreamt of Jarrod. She heard his voice in her head. She could feel his displeasure, his comfort, his hands stroking her hair. One time in her sleep, he held her hand and held it to his face. He said he missed her. However when she woke up, he was gone. How long had she been down here? A week, a month, a year? She was too drowsy to tell. She didn’t even eat yet, and she hadn’t felt hungry in a while. Whatever it was they were injecting her with, it seemed to deprive her of hunger. Maybe Tessa really was right; she’d probably rot down here and no one would ever know. Except Samantha.Samantha would know. Samantha easily gets suspicious at the slightest thing. She probably hadn’t heard from her and was now rallying the whole police force. At least that is what Lolita chose to believe.“Hey, baby.”Lolita exhaled sharply as the luminous figure before her materialized. It was delusional to see him here, right before her, but she’d prefer to feed her delusions than live in the
The Pain of One’s Love“Wake up, baby. You’ve been asleep for a while.”Lolita stirred. As usual, her vision was blurry when she opened her eyes. She was in her dream land again, with Hayden beside her. She’d seen him two times after the first time he showed up. Both times he could only stand and watch. He couldn’t say anything; Tessa was in at the moment injecting Lolita with the suspicious looking fluid. He seemed sad then, almost violent, like he wanted to bash Tessa’s head in and watch her bleed. “Baby,” she whispered to him, forcing herself to smile a bit.“You have cracked lips. Here…”Hayden knelt down beside her and kissed her. She felt something rush down her throat, so hot and scalding that it almost burned her. She gasped and pushed away from him, suddenly alert. He rocked back on his feet and smiled.“Better?”Lolita rigidly rubbed her fist on her chest, trying to soothe the burning sensation she felt there.“Yes, surprisingly better.”Hayden was proud. “I figured you nee
An Abyss of TerrorHayden strode into the apartment, his hands stuck in his pocket. “What do you have for me?”Mr. Conner was having breakfast. He pushed his plate aside and stood. In the living room, three men huddled close together, speaking to themselves as they bored over suspicious looking tablets in front of them. Hayden glanced at them briefly before looking back at the big man.“Can I call you Burly? It sounds better than using your formal name.”Mr. Conners nodded. “Okay, if you want to. Do you want to sit with me?”Hayden shook his head impatiently. “No. Just throw it at me so I know what I’m dealing with.”“Fine.” Burly crossed his hands. “I can’t find them.”“What do you mean, you can’t find them?”“The people you mentioned earlier. Tessa, Samantha, Lolita.” He looked upwards in thought. “Do I have the names correct? I get so many names everyday and I seem to misplace them.”Hayden thoughtlessly grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. The gesture was so forceful, so aut