Two hours later!Driving through the exotic boulevards, I feel like I have just been born. The air is just serene! I have no rapport at all with these new suburbs either, or so I feel, but the bang of being out of that cage for the first time is blowing my mind. If I could, I would never go back there, but how can I evade all these goons, and this dead mute protector of mine? Ps!It's all serene. Tranquillity is surging in pretty sweet. A feeling I wouldn't to part with. But that's just a wish for now.It's also so quiet not just outside because of the dreary streets we are steering through because I don't know what kind of another hell we are heading to, but it also lulls in here too. Inside this car, only the echoes or lull can be heard. This god perhaps thinks too highly of himself to converse with someone like me. Or maybe Ajay's threats are holding him back. I would prefer him putting even just some music though to dominate this silence because it is annoying.I trash scouring hi
To say that we over-speeding is an understatement. We are steering at a supersonic acceleration. But forget the speed for now, because I now thank his savage driving speed as we manage to dodge the countless bullets being showered on us.I'm nearly leaning on him, breathing through fear. Dripping drips terror.By God's miracle, our car manage to circumvent the group of armed men, and the speed increases further. We are technically floating on air as we veer away from the impending jeopardy. With one hand fisted on Deep's hand, and the other one soothing my heart to stay in its ribcage, I tilt my head back, to assess the status of the rest of us, thinking that they were lucky just like us.My eyes are greeted by the most horrendous horror film. Ajay's goons have gotten out of their vans, firing back in defence of the furious groups. The sounds of gunshots are like wild showers that are deaf threatening. Both groups are as equally dangerous. They might end up killing other.Who are thes
We get out of the car in the middle of the desert, and I take my time steadying my breathing. The echoes of my poor heart can conjure the wild varmints in this jungle if there are any. Gosh! It's like I went through the valley of death!"Water?" Deep emerges from my back, handing me a bottle of water which I can't resist.In the longing to calm myself down, I gulp it down as slow as I can, taking breaks to gasp for air while he watches me.He is savage if he was able to beat the train in those almost nothing seconds. That was death beckoning so near. And he is unbelievably too fucking cum after everything? After coming face to face with death, and all his equilibrium is still this intact? Goodness!"Feeling better now?" He speaks while he ambles closer to me."Yeah." I speak, gazing up at him, acting all strong while in reality, I'm in utter turmoil.I give it to this guy. Beauty, tick. Brains, tick- I mean, he was even able to outwit the notorious cunning Ajay. My! Boldness, tick. Ev
I peel my eyes to the most beautiful ceiling, and my lungs are honoring in ecstasy the fresh aura surging through their walls from this strange breathtaking room. Aah, not strange. I remember falling into the most safest hands last night after the paradoxes shrouding my life were divulged to me. I suppose this is his house?I jerk myself up from the solace of this huge soft bed. It's heavenly compared to that shit back in the brothel. Lowering the duvet to my belly as I boost my back no the headboard slang, I sit down, the visions of last night flooding in so furiously.It's depressing because I still don't feel the absolute rapport with whatever that was said to me last night, except the pain. The grief I feel in my heart substantiates that the truth is finally revealing itself. For the first time, something feels right in my life. These guys aren't lying to me at all. But that doesn't relief me one bit. It's on the contrary skyrocketing my bafflement.Silvano!!Silvano!Silvano!I l
The echoes of my heart hike with the impression of who he might be to me. The throbs and palpitations are racing up as I score my heart, trying to search my heart as he said. The only thing I am certain of is that he isn't just a nobody. The intensity of these feelings gives prominence to the fact that he isn't just my savior. There is something...between us.Why can't I recall him if we were a thing? I know I feel safe and fascinated by him but, why is it only the spark that feels familiar? But then again, the heart doesn't, right? So does it mean that...I swallow hard!"Please tell me, Deep." I mutter when my brain finally fails to function. Again. Yet, again! This dumb brain of mine is bent on playing lazy and it's upsetting me now. I don't want to entertain the thought of never regaining my memory back. That would be hell! So much hangs on that hope. If it's lost, then everything is lost. God, please don't allow that. I have lost enough already! I'm tired of living like a shadow
The doorbell rings, reclaiming me from ebbing into the bewitching magnetism of his beguiling lips again. My impulse of Ajay being connected to this adversity got him to dive deeper into thoughts, perhaps trying to ponder the potential authenticity of my perceptions. Well, since my mind seems almost so certain that that monster is the mastermind of all this, I thought it wise to just ricochet my eyes around the gorgeous features of the portrayal before me. A bad idea, I would say. How even did I manage to keep him as just a friend? And how long was this friendship of ours?"Knowing that monster, I can't vouch that he couldn't have done this. What I find difficult to decipher is his ulterior motive to do this. I can't think of anything that would make him do this." Deep speaks."I know. I can't wrap my finger around that too. But my impulses are so strongly compelling. This is beyond coincidence." I affirm."Okay. We wi..." He starts, but the doorbell rings again countless times, cuttin
"So, please tell us your relation to the Silvanos, Mr Anold!" The reporter asks the so-called Mr Anold Morris."As I said, my name is Anold Morris. I am the brother of Agnes Silvano! The only relative of the deceased."Shoot!I slum to the seat, my brain and body refusing to believe that statement. Every single nerve in me is battling with all the mighty to thwart that sentiment of him being my what, as in, my uncle? Freaking hell, NO! That can't be!This is another one of his lies, right?"I have decided to turn to the media today because my heart can no longer abide this burden of grief anymore."Ooh, give me a fucking break? Does he know what the word grief means? And burden? If he doesn't have a heart or a conscience, how can he be burned?He then continues, his ugly eyes being so stern on the screen. Not even the continuously blinding glints of the cameras can terrorize them. He is well set for his goal which seems so vague to me."More to my grief is the load of a letdown from t
Life sure has no mercy! I feel disgruntled at everything, my pathetic unfortunate self included. The devil has surely made a pact with fate to screw me, and the heavens have always had their doors latched for me. I am all alone in this quagmire. I feel so forfeited, and vague, and powerless, and above all, empty!How can life be so cruel? What did I ever do in the past for the heavens to castigate me this way, huh? My parents got annihilated. The killer is walking free and on top of the nation, cloaking himself as the fucking savior while my parents can't even be buried yet. My only sibling is missing and I don't know where to start looking. Ooh, well, I think I have an idea, but how do I do that? How can I face that monster now?My uncle?! My fucking uncle!My nightmare, the monster I loath with all my heart, the man who took my purity, the dog that deflowered me in the cruellest way and kept on abusing me sexually over and over again and again, turns out to be my uncle? That's the