Alexander
I slumped in my car seat exhausted from enough shed of blood. Xavier has been calling continuously to check up on me. A bullet dodged and everyone started to pretend the most affectionate and caring person. Seriously! What am I? A kid? The people who tried to kill me were caught, every war was subdued, then why the hell the world won't leave me alone? Shit, this wound. If it is a thing, I would've crushed it into tiny pieces. It needed to be dressed. And I was many miles away from anywhere this can be done.
I drove through roads with steep drop-offs, tight curves, and narrow stretches that can fit only one car at a time. On a road like this, a motorbike passed by my car much faster than any usual vehicle could go here. He was wearing a black jacket, black gloves, black helmet, and whatnot. Everything is black. He was on rage, might be a teenager.
I don't give a fuck that the bike has crossed me but he put me in vexation by making my ride a can of worms on a peaceful road. This boy does not know anything about driving at all. Whoever gave him the license, I'm gonna cease his'. I don't understand what exactly he was thinking while riding before my car. He neither goes nor lemme go. Hell. Fuck you. I set my engine on fire. From hilly terrains to wide roads, and to City Highway, we raced. He didn't stop anywhere nor give up. He tried to keep riding at the same speed I did. It is fun as if I am winning my enemy.
At last, I spotted "Willow Green." This hospital may not be necessarily mine. It's a purpose of charity that needed to be shown for the sake of the public and media. I own it because dad thinks having a school or hospital that has high standards yet available to everyone makes you good. Good? There's no good. Only money and business. And people define the term 'good' based on how much money they had.
The bike is still behind me. Are you gonna follow me, dude? I don't care. I parked my car and waited to see the man who rode really well. As much as I deny to approve it, he gave a good chase. The bike is behind me and the man on that removed his helmet releasing the curls of long wavy hair. So he is she. Damn, she is too beautiful. Her round grey eyes searched for something while removing her jacket and gloves. Inside is the bloomed breasts covered by a white t-shirt that will perfectly fit in my hands. She licked her thin lips and another girl in a cute little dress rushed to her and immediately handed her a white coat. What the…! Is she a doc? Never thought, a doctor can be like this. They talked something while the girl fixed her hair and wore the coat and replaced her boots with some normal shoes. If only I knew that I was having a race with a girl like her I would've offered much more than a race. She didn't even look at me. So, this is neither a race nor a chase. This is our destination. A total coincidence.
Isn't she curious to know with whom she has raced till now? Not at all. She quickly changed into the attire of a doctor and vanished into the hospital. Interesting. After a month, I intentionally asked to assign her for my treatment. She is definitely fascinated by my charm. But she didn't show it. Okay. I clearly gave her a golden opportunity to take my shirt off. If there's another girl, she won't be done with just my shirt. But this Celia has not even looked at whatever that was hidden. She is the first girl to look me into the eye and challenge me. I think I heard her arrogant look say, "go fuck yourself, Alexander. You are not getting me." Okay, Celia. I've seen many. Just a little dose and you will be all over me. She proved me wrong again. The little dose isn't enough for her to fall in my laps. She had a date with a cute doctor whom she found zero amusement. She wants something else. She doesn't want to admit it. Playing dumb and mute won't make me stop from taking what I want. But the words she said to the other pussy that day amazed me. "Nothing will ever happen?" Will see, Celia. I still remembered her widened eyes when I brought the 'race' topic. By this time, she would have clearly understood what I want. And I'm gonna take it no matter what.
CeliaIt is not until our little Cayden started to play with a lighter he managed to grab from an array in the mall, I feared Alexander the brute. He said he will get me no matter what. There's no way in the hell I'm gonna listen to my heart no matter how consuming and intoxicating his thoughts were. No, nothing happens to my family. Of course. What am I? He won't do anything like that for a girl like me. It doesn't mean I'll just fall into his laps. You don't want to wonder, don't want to wait, don't want to expect, but your heart does all, or is it the mind playing games? Never did I imagined that I would be so affected by the ticking sound of a lighter. Even while picking the groceries, I was thinking about his rough hands and wicked smile. This is what happened with Garrett Green. He started to fill my head then my heart and I just opened him my body and soul just to find he has nothing to do with anything but my womanhood. Then why those swee
Celia Shoving my hands into the pockets of my white coat, I leaned to the glass looking at the peacefully sleeping babies in their small beds. The harsh truth, a truth that could slap us right across our face is that these beds could be their death beds too. Hundreds of children were born and died every day. The babies I am looking at are premature, born underweight, or with pulmonary or cardiac problems. They looked peaceful, sound asleep. But the fact they are struggling to breathe is not known. They are suffocating just like me. They have incubators, hospitals, and us to cure. Whom do I have? Soon after the question was popped into my head, I got a call from Sasha. "Celia?" "Hmm." "Where are you?" "Hmm." I heard the breath she let out there," looking at the babies?" "Hmm." "Okay. I won't take much time. Can you reach ho
Celia "You don't know. She is a loner. No friends other than Lillian. Never goes for outing, clubbing and has not dated a guy in 3 years. I think she has some attitude problems. She won't even answer any queries. Always stares at those babies in incubators. She is odd. Garrett knows a little about her. He says that she lost her entire family because of which she is facing some mental illness and trauma too. At first, I used to think that she is mute. And she absolutely has zero sense of fashion and style. I mean, have you looked at the rags she wears? They are totally………." I've been hearing these appreciations and praises thrown up on me like for ages. Either they would've thought I wasn't there or they won't care even if I listen. Either way, I don't give a shit. By the way, Lillian is fuming I guess I've to stop her from ripping someone's head. "What the hell do they know about you?" She yelled when I grab
Celia Why did I do that? Why? How could I be so goosey? Did I forgot who is he? Did I take this as a child play? No. I know what it is. Then why? Why Celia? I think this is the first mindless act I did in three years. I stood not with a regret but a self imposed need to keep this job, this study. 'Cause without this,I don't know how I could earn my bread. "Dr. Celia,You gave a wrong treatment for a patient which almost costed his life. " "Who is that patient?" "Alexander King." Dr. Wilson replied. I am here before this old perv not for mistreating some mister asshole. But for throwing spirit on his very expensive shirt. "He is perfectly alright. He is cured a long time ago." "And the reports are saying otherwise." He gave a sympathetic sigh. Celia,If you've listened
Celia Little Cayden is really excited since I've told him that I'm on leave and gonna take him out. He ran all around the house crying, "park,park.…" I couldn't really tell Sasha that I was detained. At least not until I could do something about it. But how? How could I meet that guy again? Half of the day was gone quickly with me and Cayden going everywhere we like and eating everything that pleased us. Afternoon I took him to the restaurant where Sasha works. Cayden held my finger with his hand as he looked scared as we entered the dainty restaurant. So she works at a place like this. It's so colourful totally contrasting to my workplace. Technically, I don't have a workplace anymore. "Celia." Stephan,Sasha's colleague greeted me and took me into his arms. He's a nice young man who is really looking forward to take his relationship with Sasha to next level. He made that too obvious. But Sasha doesn't respond at all. She says there's
Celia If I ever had a chance to get into people's minds, I'll get into Sasha's head, to find what she is thinking while looking blankly out of the window, stroking her kid's hair who was asleep in her laps. She is just like me. Or maybe I've become just like her in the past three years. We are reserved, we don't talk much. We will fill our heads with so much trash that one day I'm afraid it will burst out. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked at me and smiled. A fake one. I knew that with one look itself. "A penny for your thoughts?" "I was thinking about our future." "Our future?" She kissed her kid's forehead and laid him to her side. "Yeah. We need a house, a kind of house where we could fly when you or I feel sad or upset because of our future partners, the kind of place that exists just for us, a secure roof. Even when
The ride is so plain. It has no excitement or a kiss of wanderlust I've had last time. I came here on Lillian's bike alone to get out of the blood, white, and blue for some time. Back then, I wasn't aware of the fact that he was right behind me watching me, racing me and that's how he took interest in me. Now, there's a part of me wishing that he is here and we would have a little conversation we never had. These are some facts I've to admit at least to myself. When I first saw him, I was beyond fascinated. It might be his charms, his golden skin, his attitude, or the lighter. His voice is deep which is capable of leaving imprints of his vocals resonating through every nerve of my body. When I first saw him, he's just an arrogant, gorgeous pervert. When I saw him for the second time, he was a beautiful pain in the ass who succeeded in taking my breath away with a single touch. I was willing to give him what he wants with a little delay because I was that af
CeliaI feel like I'm some psycho. I should cry. Shouldn't I? He raped me. I hate him. I must take some action. I have to file a complaint. He needs to be punished. I have to rub his scent off me, sanitize my mouth to wipe off his taste. I have to shower, clean. And here I'm, sitting on my couch and doing nothing. It could've happened in a different way. I was about to make up my mind to do this thing. Don't ask me why. Maybe for my job, or to cool this fire between us. We could've done that on a bed, slowly. I'm foolish to even imagine that. He isn't a man but a beast. I should have realized that. Maybe I did. But I wasn't planning for this. My brain is a complete mess now. I am waging a war with my thoughts. I'm afraid his words might become true.** No women want it.He simply said without giving a second thought and second pause, "You do." ** Do I?