The Search BarHayden had never seen a parent less involved in a child’s life than Lolita’s parents. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, considering his own family practically abandoned him for being the black sheep—asides from other monumental disgrace he usually brought them. But Lolita was different. She was adorable and sweet. How would anyone not love her, not worry about her, not want to know where she was at all times? Samantha wasn’t even family and she was going crazy with worry. A good thing Hayden had been one of the last persons who saw Samantha; it just went out to prove his theory about Lolita being kidnapped and now Samantha was missing too.“She isn’t kidnapped,” Mrs. Adams said. “I assure you, our daughter is fine. We spoke on the phone the day before yesterday.”“Is that so?” Hayden stared at her, not believing a single word. “You spoke to her two days ago and she said she was fine? Are you sure she was the one you spoke to?”Mrs. Adams was clearly offended. “I th
The Heart of GoldTessa studied the rings in front of her, smiling widely. It was nice of Jarrod to ask her to pick the rings, to put them in her care. She thought he would surely pick Lolita; especially since he’s been acting so weirdly for the past three days, but he proved that he still cared for her.She had a little dance in her head. Lolita thought she was smart, pulling a stunt like that. She thought she would win his heart by choosing him over and over again, but it didn’t work. He wanted her; he wanted only her. Oh, what a comforting thought that was.Poor Samantha. Tessa would have been pleased to have her as a bridesmaid, but she won’t even be alive till then. With the way she was bled dry every day, it was only a matter of when she would eventually stop fighting death.Tessa exhaled sharply at that thought. Even though they had fought and weren’t exactly on good terms at the moment, Sammy was still her very good friend. Samantha had picked her up in a time of her life wher
JarrodFive Days AgoJarrod opened the door, exhausted yet excited for the results that would be presented to him.It wasn’t like he trusted Tessa, but she was fucked up enough for him to let her be. He wanted her to have control sometimes, to feel what it was like to have power. The intoxicating, strong urge for power must surely attract her as it did him. He was simply giving her that chance.So when he opened the door to their hideout that hot afternoon with two packs of hot, delicious food he was planning to settle in and enjoy, he did not expect to see Tessa sobbing profusely on the stairs. He locked the door behind him and set the wrapped food on the table, confused.“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.One thing Jarrod didn’t know was how to handle a crying Tessa. Hysterical, borderline crazy Tessa was much easier to manage. All he had to do was feed her delusions and get her working again. Crying meant that she was actually breaking down. He walked slowly to her, conflicted on how t
Sealed FatesTessa unlatched the metal door for Jarrod. She was quiet today, not wanting to incur his wrath. He had reminded her that morning to be a good girl and just listen to him, which she intended to do. She didn’t oppose him when he suddenly started cooking, nor did she question him about it. Something about him that morning had shifted. He looked and acted like a predator; smiling softly and preparing a meal with love. It didn’t sit right with Tessa, especially after he dished out two plates of food and took it up to the metal room.“Good morning,” he announced cheerily. “Anyone in the mood for hot, delicious macaroni and cheese?” he smiled at Lolita. “I made it in exactly the same way you like them, with fried chicken as a side.”A single tear slid down Lolita’s cheeks. Jarrod worriedly dropped the plate on the ground and approached her. Samantha shifted to the side, avoiding his contact while watching him wearily. He cradled Lolita’s face like a baby, his fingers slowly mass
Broken Hearts Samantha sat up straight when Jarrod opened the box. There was a pair of scissors, some razors, a sharp curved knife, and needles. She could barely make out the syringes and a small bottle, amongst other things she couldn’t see. The madness in Jarrod’s eyes flamed like sparks, unable to be controlled. She hadn’t trusted him when he walked in with the delicious smelling food, and she wasn’t about to trust him now. “What are you doing?” Samantha demanded. “What do you want from us?” “I don’t want anything from you, Sammy,” he said to her. “What I want from Lolita, however, is for her to love me.” he took out the sharp curved knife and studied it. “Is that too hard to ask?” Samantha’s voice broke when she spoke. “Please don’t. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.” “What, you think she’s delirious from her pains? I haven’t even touched her in days.” “Neither have you treated her. Have you seen her wounds? It’s infected and eating away at her.” “Is it?” Smiling, Jarrod
Samantha’s True Love “Don’t do that,” Samantha cried. “Please, please, I beg you! Don’t kill her. Just don’t.” Jarrod was so into the moment, that he didn’t hear her pleas for several seconds. She sang it over and over, until it broke into that barrier of his sanity. He looked up at her, taking into account the fear in her eyes, the way one of her hands were suspended in the air and the other around her throat, as though she was literally in Lolita’s place and wanted to die in her place. Jarrod stared at her, remembering that he hadn’t disposed of her yet. Why was she so lucky? Why had he so neglected her when he could have easily been done with her in the first place? She didn’t need to spoil the magic that he was about to perform right that minute. “Do you want to take her place?” he growled, his knife still on Lolita’s throat. “Is that what you’re aiming for?” Samantha did not even hesitate. “Yes. Yes, I want to take her place.” The anger in him festered so quickly, it n
Grief “What did you do?” Lolita’s words floated out through the haze of her dream. “What… what did you do to her?” Jarrod began to panic. This had not ended the way he wanted it to. He watched Samantha helpless on the floor, the knife stuck in her chest. He wasn’t sure which part of her chest got stuck with the knife, but the way she was gurgling, he knew she wouldn’t last long. Lolita crawled to her, her own sorrows forgotten. She raised Samantha painfully into her thighs, her hands shivering above her. “No, no…” she slowly touched the surrounding area. “Should I pull it out? Jarrod, should I pull it out?!” “Yes,” Jarrod called back, distracted. What would he tell Tessa now? She wanted to make the kill and now he had snatched it right off her. Lolita’s hands curved around the knife, intending to pull it out. Samantha weakly placed her hands on Lolita’s, stopping her movements. Her breaths were slow and long, like it would be the last thing she’d ever do. “No,” Lolita said, her
The Memories Of One Who’s Lost It was the day after Samantha died. Lolita clung to her in her sleep, dreaming about good things. When she held Samantha’s body, she was lured into the deep, dark abyss where everything seemed okay. It was dark, but at least Samantha was with her. Samantha was her sunshine, the bright hay in the sack. She was the reason Lolita still stayed positive about her dead toe. “See? It’s never going to get infected,” Samantha said, patting the empty spot where Lolita’s toe should have been. “He wrapped it up pretty shabbily but it’ll do.” “Tell me about your childhood,” Lolita crooned, leaning in towards her. “I want to hear about it again. What were your parents like?” Samantha rolled her eyes. “Oh you know, they adored me. They gave me so much that I'd never be able to work in my entire life.” “True.” She giggled at her friend’s words. “But working seems hectic, right? I want to work. Sitting around can be so idle.” “Yes. That’s why I involve myself in s
The End and the Beginning Lolita sat at the porch of her house, waiting. It had just rained. She liked the dewy grass that sprouted from the ground. She started to touch them, but then drew back. She didn’t want to get her hands dirty. She had been turned into a neat freak by Hayden’s influence. She waited for him now, wondering if he would show up. It was Saturday. They had agreed to visit Samantha’s cemetery together. The last time she’d gone, she had been alone with Izan. All she thought about was him. She worried that her telling him off might have affected his relationship with Samantha. It was a silly excuse, and when he showed up two days later, he made it clear that he didn’t have to see Samantha every single day. A car parked in front of her house. It was him. Lolita refrained from jumping up and running to him like some little girl. He got down from the car and ran his fingers through his hair. It was a sensational habit of his, and he looked incredibly hot while doing it.
Bed of Thorns “I have been thinking about you,” Hayden answered quietly. “Every night, every day, every minute. All I think about is you.” Their eyes locked and held. Lolita bent her head a little forward, intrigued by the soft calm of his voice. “Tell me what you think about.” “Good thoughts. Bad thoughts. Terrible thoughts. All sorts of things about you.” He paused for a minute and reached for a glass of water. “Sometimes imaginations bleed into reality. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not real.” They were wrapped in each other’s world now, the food forgotten. Lolita was lost in his eyes and he was lost in hers. “It’s different for me,” she told him. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I dream.” “What do you dream about?” “At first, it was about Jarrod.” Her voice was surprisingly strong when she mentioned his name. “I tried seeing some doctors, but the dreams would not leave. It went on for six months.” “Yeah? So what did you do next?” “I started to dream about Samanth
Bound The doorbell rang. Lolita was in the bathtub. She blinked, realizing she’d been in the tub for over an hour. The water was cold now. She slowly stepped out of it and reached for a pink robe. Her bathroom was the only clean room in the whole house. It was where she sought her solace, where she slept the most. She went to the front door and opened it, her hand stiffly removing a strand of wet hair from her face. When her vision cleared, she immediately stiffened. Lolita was taken back to a year and several months ago, to the very first time she saw Hayden alone. He was standing at the door then with a small smile on his face, just as he was now. She’d been naked back then, from head to toe. He had pointed it out to her, his eyes laughing while she rushed inside to change. Lolita’s arms circled around her body. She wasn’t naked today. She was wearing a pink robe, so why did she feel intensely embarrassed—like she’d been teleported to the past and history was repeating itself? Sh
The Trials of Lost Love Hayden stood up slowly. They stared at each other for a moment, none of them taking a move. Lolita’s eyes quickly scanned the environment, discovering that Izan was not around. Her eyes went back to him. He looked leaner than before, but still built. He’d grown out his hair; they flowed past his neck and around his shoulders. His face was clean, neat. He looked like a god standing before her, taller than she’d last imagined. He still had that oppressive aura around him, the one that made her fall to her knees for him. Lolita looked at him and all she could see was just Hayden, lost in his own mind. He regarded her as she regarded him, but he still didn’t make a move towards her. She remembered the last time she saw him, in her hospital room. He looked mad back then, as though the earth would stumble over him if she didn’t let him touch her. Lolita didn’t know what to say. The air was calm and awkward at the same time. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, so low that she
Time Heals No Wounds Lolita swirled her coffee around with her spoon. She stared into the cup, lost in the swirls of the deep brown. It had no sugar, no milk, just plain coffee. She still hated coffee, but now it was different. Now she liked the burn and the bitter taste that traveled down her throat. She sipped it slowly, savoring its taste. It reminded of everything that had happened, everything she had lost. Her thoughts scared her the most. Sometimes she lay up in her bed, staring into her ceiling and wondering if Samantha was still out there. Her brother caught her many times lying outside on the dirt, looking up at the sky. “I was waiting for Samantha,” she would say if he asked. “But she won’t come. The skies are starless tonight.” Her family was scared for her, and understandably so. When they tried to take her to meet more psychiatrists and therapists, Lolita had to incessantly beg them that she was fine. They didn’t believe her, of course so she decided to pretend for a
Farewells and Backtracks “I’m sorry,” Hayden responded quietly. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave right now.” “Yes, please.” He stood up on a shaky foot. He walked to the door, then stopped. When he looked back at her, his eyes were shimmery with tears. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he can be. How stunning and incredibly attractive, even though he looked broken. “It’s three in the morning,” he said to her. “I don’t think it’s safe for me to leave just yet.” “For me or for you?” He was shaken by her answer. Hayden leaned on the door and watched her instead, preferring the space between them instead of just out rightly leaving. Lolita sat up slowly on the bed, her eyes on him. “Is he here?” She asked. His forehead creased at that question. “Who?” “You know who.” Hayden looked down at his feet, but before then she saw shame and fear cross his face. Lolita’s heart spiked again, alerting the machine. She glanced at it in horror, wondering if it was going to alert the b
Dreams Lolita woke up again, this time more refreshing than the others. The oxygen mask was thankfully out of her mouth. Her arm was still stiff, but at least she’d had a nice change of clothes and bandage. Her leg was on a cast above her bed, but the nurse who’d shown up the previous night promised that she’d start physical therapy as soon as possible. Lolita didn’t mind. She really didn’t need her legs; she wanted to remain in this bed for as long as possible, staring at the unstained room. She liked the emptiness it denoted. She felt seen, even if it was by an inanimate object. Her family showed up more frequently than she would have liked. Her mother sometimes slept with her and held her hands. Lolita didn’t like it. It made her hand sweaty and twitchy. She would have loved to draw it away without waking her mother, who would in turn alarm the whole hospital. She just wanted to be left alone. Samantha never showed up. She began to seek her out in her dreams, but they were so
Flowerbeds and Lilies Lolita was reliving her nightmares over and over. It sometimes started out as a fantasy dream, where she was a fairy and she was flying high above the clouds. In the middle of admiring the beautiful nature below, she would then see a large black bird rushing towards her. At first it looked like a crow, but when it grew closer it grew into a larger, terrifying bird. It was ten times bigger than her. It would grab her off the air with its claws, cutting into her arm and abdomen. She would scream in pain and try to break free, only to discover that the claws had materialized into hands, and that it belonged to Hayden, who in turn changed into Jarrod. Every single time, she would try to break free and pull herself from the abyss of pain, but all she encountered was a dull emptiness. There was nothing to pull herself into, no rope to drag her back to the light. All she knew was emptiness; dark and dull. She had begun to grow accustomed to it. Perhaps she would even
Grief and Byes Hayden woke up with a gasp, as though he’d been drowning forever and something just tugged him out from the deep end of the ocean. For a second his vision was blurry and gray. The gleaming white of the room hit him like lightning, immediately hurting his eyes. He winced and closed them back immediately, trying to relax his tense muscles. “He’s awake,” he heard someone murmur in the room. It was Rocky. Hayden reached out a hand, his fingers twisting for comfort and assurance. He needed to know he was alive and not in that bleak, dark blue he’d been in since forever. A cool, large hand touched his, squeezing it assuredly. “It’s not in my job description to coddle you, sir.” Hayden opened his eyes. It was definitely Rocky. He was standing at the side of his bed with a young, charming nurse who was obviously flirting with him. Hayden was too tired to make jest of the situation. Rocky turned to the nurse with a smile, signaling her that it was okay for her to leave. Whe