THIRTEEN DAYS LATER. . . . . . .The cool breeze of the air conditioner silently freezing up the temperature of my office is doing nothing to calm the hot tension that my whole body is going through right now.It's been thirteen days of having my brain and body being consumed with work and the pure struggle not to lose my mind over the impatience of trying to wait for Victor's response to my request.He said he will call me when he is ready with his information on Christian, and though I feel like rushing him up for it, the sane part of me definitely knows that it will not be a good idea.'He is a detective Kayden. You should let him do his job.'I hear a knock on my door. When my head lifts from staring nonstop at my phone in my hand, I see Jonathan, the head of the marketing team, walking into my office.I was kind of expecting him though."Here are the documents you requested sir." He says, offering the documents to me. "I also added an extra information about today's stock sale pr
I knock a couple times on Christian's door, my heart still pounding with the unanswered question of why he suddenly called me over.Oh God! Maybe he wants his answer today. How the hell do I tell him that I can't marry him? What do I tell him if he asks me why?I rub my hands together and suck in a deep breath before lifting one of my hands again to knock on the door.Just as my hand makes to connect to the door, the door clicks open and pulls back to reveal Christian standing so handsomely dressed in a red designer's shirt and a pair of black pants with shiny black shoes to match."Hey babe," he coos, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He offers me his hand and I take it."Is there any special occasion?" I joke, following him as he ushers me into his house."Well, I kind of wanted us to have an in-house date. You know, just the two of us."I smile, but deep down, I am really feeling like I am about to confess my sins to a Pope. I feel this is some kind of setup he made to get my answ
My fists bang on Lisa's door again and again as I yell out her name."Kayden," Victor calls, stopping my hands mid-air as I try to pound them again on the door. "I don't think she is home."I blow out hot air, rubbing my palms down my face. Maybe she went to her office today or probably. . . . . .Oh dear God No.I bring out my phone and begin to dial Lisa's number. Fear rips me inside out when the call goes directly to voicemail.I dial the number again. I nearly scream in rage when the call goes directly to voicemail again.Oh God, what do I do? I do not even know where that asshole Chris—I mean, Tyler lives."Kayden?"Victor's voice slams me back to my senses, fitting like the lost piece in the puzzle.I snap around to face him. "Victor, I am really hoping you do not dash my hopes into pieces, but I believe you know where this Tyler guy lives."He nods. "Sure I do. It is part of the job."I heave out a deep sigh of relief. "Take me there."We hurry back to my car and enter. I allow
I feel like I am in a weird dark unconscious dream. A nightmare with devious cobwebs and dirty walls and an arid smell that just twists my stomach into painful knots. My eyes feel like they are open, but also feel shut at the same time.The grizzling sensation of something crawling over my leg has me opening my eyes and trying to adjust my tools of vision to see what is happening to my leg. It takes a while before my blurry vision clears, and when it does, I scream at the sight of the huge rat on my leg scratching my skin with its claws. The tremors the scratching sends down my spine nearly paralyses me with fear, yet at the same time, shooting up the adrenaline in my body so high that I fling my leg in the air, watching the black animal fly over to the far end of the dark room. I hear it give out a low squeak as it lands on the floor with a low thud. For a moment, I begin to think that it is dead, but then I watch it move on the floor and within seconds, the animal disappears through
Fear.Helplessness.Agony.These three words are but the few words I can use in describing the horror written all over Lisa's face. My heart rips at the sight of Tyler's hand gripping her bloodied face, the pain of what he has done to her body filling my head with millions of gut wrenching ways to kill this bastard."Tyler!"I scream, trying to rush over to him, but he is as fast as a snake. Within a couple of seconds, I find myself lifting my hands in the air and staring wide eyed at a gun pointing directly to my head."Don't be so quick Kayden, or this place will be filled with two corpses instead of one."I gulp in a breath. My heart is banging so loud and hard, my arms trembling slightly at the sight of the black revolver trained at me. I have never been pointed a gun before in my entire life. The fear that I could die any minute zaps through me like a mighty electrocution, but the fear that I could die in the presence of the woman I love and also without the chance to tell her ho
When my mum was alive, she would always tell me that 'Life is too short to not live it with the people I love'. She was always fierce in showing how much she loved me. So fierce that on the day she died, I nearly lost my mind to the truth that I have lost the only one person in the entire world who loved me more than life itself. The doctors had to shackle me and had me placed in a psychiatric ward for more than a week. Well, I wasn't counting. My aunt Kate took the liberty to count the fucking days for me.However, on the day I began to regain back pieces of my sanity, I prayed to God to never allow me go through that pain again. I was afraid that if I ever went through it again, I may not survive.Never could I have imagined that a pain worse than that was waiting patiently for me nine years later.The nurses are screaming. I can hear Sandra crying. Ethan is cursing. That sharp signature scent that can only be found in hospitals is hitting my nose so badly that it makes me want to p
I blink my eyes open, feeling the release and the comfort of the air around me as it envelops me in a tenderness so calm and tranquil. The air carries with it a soothing kind of peace that cradles me, rocking me like a child in a mother’s arms."Melissa."The voice is as smooth as silk, and as soft as velvet. It seeps into me, its familiar warmth wrapping around me like a blanket shielding me from the cold.I know this voice. It is the only voice that calls me by my full name. The only voice that is a bittersweet reminder of the person that loved me like I was the only treasure in the whole world.I turn around to the direction of the voice.And I see her."Mum?"She smiles. It can’t be.My mother is dead. She is in the afterlife.Wait, am I already in the afterlife?My confusion melts away when she saunters towards me, her beautiful face now glowing with the most brightest, mesmerizing smile. She stops in front of me, her deep blue eyes reflecting my carbon image of her, blue eyes sh
When I open my eyes, it is to the harsh intensity of the white bulb blazing down on me.No. I want to see my mother. I want to go back. To be with her. To be wrapped in the warmth of her embrace. To feel her love. Even if it is just for a few minutes.I don't want to be gazing up at a light bulb reminding me that I am back in the real world.The air is fresh, but still retains that streak of a scent I detest about hospitals. As nerval realization slowly begins to kick into my bones, I start to feel a lethal twisting ache inside my left leg.The pain is evil. It bites and twists, then stops, only to begin another twisting torture more painful than the former.I grip the sheets. A wince escapes my lips and I stir on the bed."She is awake!"Footsteps pound into my ears, and in a flash, Sandra's worried face fills my vision."Hey." She whispers softly, brushing my hair back, her other hand soothing my exposed forearm."Hey." I whisper back, managing to give her a light smile. Even smilin