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
I finally pull away from his embrace after ages. It feels so heavenly and safe being in his arms. It's the most safest place I know so far. It must be somewhere around afternoon, presumably.I feel better. I feel sober. I feel relieved. My head and heart feel lighter now. I'm still in thoughts and still torn between decisions, yes, but this is an innocuous feeling I haven't had ever since I woke in this cruel life. Maybe I just needed to sob on his shoulder to be relieved off of all that guilt. Maybe I just needed to hear someone whisper to me those beautiful solacing words he just told me- that I am blameless on this abomination. That I don't need to kill myself over it. That it wasn't in any way my fault.You know what? He is perfectly right. I didn't intend for that to happen. God knows how I scorned myself for being fucked by an abhorrent monster like him even without knowing he was actually my uncle. I at this juncture thank the heavens that I wasn't cognizant that we were bloo
We stroll downstairs hand in hand, the fervor of the savage kissing still burning my face. I bet I am all rosy. I know this may sound crazy, but I feel so good having kissed this man. His kiss is like an antidote to my sorrows. It leaves me so fresh. I feel so raw, and invigorated, like I can now face the world. At the sitting room racks an awfully indignant figure of inspector Dan. I can tell from afar that things did not flare glossy on him where he sprinted to a few hours ago. I hope this isn't about this monster again. But then again, how cliche can that absurd hope of mine be? It's like everything now is about this monster. Everything in the world is orbiting around that cursed monster."What's up?" Deep asks the disgruntled Dan as we rack in front of him.He opens his mouth to enunciate something, but a single glare at us, his mouth hang agape, his eyes doing the talking. We swap a glance with Deep. I am satisfactorily pinned to his hip, his hand sheathing around my waist, and
Our long sweet and cheered kiss is cut shot by Deep's phone buzzing. We were not intending to stop this beautiful moment any time soon for any reasons, but this might be important. We pull away albeit unwillingly, and I had to bury my face in Deep's chest as he receives the call.Uuu! I can't believe we are savoring peace at last. This sometimes felt inconceivable, but I am glad we finally attained it. Ooh, hail God, and I am sorry. Forgive me for those times when I felt like you had closed all the doors and windows of heaven on me. "Love?" Deep calls, stroking my back, and I jerk my face to him."Mmh?!" I ask."It was a call from the hospital. Hannah is asking for you." He says."Is she okay?" I implore."The doctor didn't say much. She only said that you need to go there right away." Deep says, and that doesn't sit well with me.The day is so young and fairing on well. I hope nothing ruins this or anything else forever. I hope she is okay. And her poor baby too."You two can go! I w
"The police have told us everything, Ella. I, on behalf of everyone else, apologize if we didn't understand your course. We are sorry for every single thing we said about you behind your back." One girl says after a long decade of hugging them in groups.God! How many are they again?"It's alright. There is nothing to apologize for. There was nothing to understand in this place. What matters now is that we are all free." I assure her."And it's all because of you, Ella! We owe you our freedom and our lives as well." Another girl says."No. Listen to me, girls. No one owes me anything. If there is someone we should be grateful to, it is these devoted officers, and these two gentlemen who risked their all to come into this war. Nothing would have been possible without them." I say, but Dan steps forward, Grace in his arms.Have they made up already? I thought she was over the edge with remorse towards him. The way she is snuggling to him, huh! What happened to 'I don't want to hear his
"Ella! Babe, please don't!" Deep pleads on behalf of the police."What now, Ella? You might not be able to quench your thirst for vengeance. Your lover is pleading with you, and the police are ordering you. What will you do?" Ajay speaks, and I cock my head, and flicker a weird grin at him."I will do what is right!" I whimper."And what is right, to you? Be careful what you want, baby. Your conscience and your emotions are so weak. Can you handle the weight of my blood in your hands?" Ajay challenges again."Until your ghost manages to torment me from now on, I don't think I am weak, Ajay. Your death will never torment me." I say."Maybe, but you will end up in prison if you kill me. You heard the authorities, didn't you?" He speaks again."Drop your weapon, Ella, or else...""Or else what?" I bark at the police officer who is acting like the 'high and mighty Mr order'. "You are going to arrest me for killing this monster?" I implore."It's the law!" He asserts."Then to hell with la
It's total chaos on this road. I'm sure this will be on the news tonight. I'm even afraid to check the speed at which he is precipitously driving at. I have howled and pleaded with him a million times to slow down but my pleas and cries are falling on his deaf ears."Fuck it!" He condemns as he slams the phone onto his lap. He has been trying to conceivably call the club but with no response all those times he has tried and that is not only aggravating his wrath but also endangering our lives.I am hugging the poor tiny thing as tight as I can with one hand while I hold on to my seat with the other since the safety belt doesn't seem to work today. I am fretting and convulsing in my seat from the phobia brought about by his savage driving. My heart is throbbing somewhere in my throat and my stomach feels like a bag of ice."Watch out!" I scream, and just by a slight gauzy miracle, he swerved right in time to evade the oncoming lorry. "Could you please slow down for God's sake!?" I scre
"I see you have miraculously survived. How did you manage to manoeuvre my men, huh?" Ajay asks."Did you think you are the only slippery jerk? You think you are the only one with an army of security? Well, good news, I also do have my battalion, and here is some bad news for you - your men are no match at all to my men. They are being butchered like some fucked up incompetent helpless fools that they are." Deep scoffs."You must be joking! My men have the best-high quality guns. I personally train them and you, boy, don't have the skills except that of holding that toy you are holding. Do you even know how to use it?" Ajay mocks back."I would love to do a test for you, but I am not as heartless and insensitive as you, Ajay. It's too much of a chaos here and this isn't the place for this at all. The police are on the way up here. Surrender in peace. This is the end of the road for you, Ajay!" Deep says, and that blew the monster's cool."Police?! How the..." He starts, not believing h
Two hours later!It's been freaking two whole-deadly hours of dread ever since we left that cursed club with Hannah, and about forty minutes of anxiety, panic, and dread of waiting in this lobby. God knows how nervous I am ever since Hannah was taken into that room.Our hospital, the Silvano hospital has always, over the years since its establishment, had a thumbs up in every service we provide. I have no disputes whatsoever that Hannah is in the best safest hands. We have the best doctors, some from the prominent country of Cuba, and I have absolute faith that they will do their best for the survival of both Hannah and her baby. But these forty minutes feel like the forty years of terror that the Israelites spent in captivity. Gosh!"You are so restless. What's the matter?" The monster remarks, holding my hand to stop my pacing.He seems too cool for my liking. He is even more cooler than a raw cucumber. What does he have to worry about anyway? He must be mulling over the best and mo
Taking the stairways, Ajay has summoned a squadron of guards to get the cars ready. As usual, he doesn't go anywhere without his goons, but that is none of my fusses right now. I need to alert the girls and Deep too.As we pass by the rooms, I draw from the crowd of goons escorting us little by little while Ajay is on the call trying to call I don't know who.By sheer chance, and without spurring any alarm, I manage to skim inside my old room as they make their way forward.There is no time to sigh or even thank God for this, but I manage to murmur another short prayer to God as I find the switch and flicker the lights on, rushing to the drawer where I normally hide the gadget. Finding it, I reach to the upper drawer, meeting with my two babies - the guns. I grab them, and tuck them under my jeans. I scour for some long trench coat and slid it on top, buttoning it all the way up.I swipe my phone, making a call, and crossing my fingers in the hope that he is sti
I am whizzing a cheerful hymn as I help this monk prepare the dinner in this house that we have been sharing for weeks. The glee of what tomorrow holds for me is throbbing with rebounds in my heart, shaking its walls, but I am doing everything I possibly can to suppress the tickling thrills.It's almost one after midnight. In a few hours, doom will occlude the evil, and the good will shine bright.I am still in incredulity at how serene this place has turned into ever since I made that pact with Ajay. The activities go on around as usual, but the tranquillity that has beffallen this place is beyond ingenuity. No murders, no extraneous cacophonies, and no superfluous squabbles. It's like this is no longer the club that we all knew.The monster has embraced humanity or is at least trying as far as I see it. Mental note - I have not fallen for that completely. I don't know where he hemmed that monster side of him, or where he borrows all this humanity to showcase, but too bad! This shift
Standing on the door of Terris' room, I take in a deep breath and heave out as much amount before knocking slightly on her door, and practising patience as seconds feel like hours before the door flings opens.Her angelic face pops up, with no discernible reaction or impression at all. No astonishment, and no questions on her face, and neither is there even a subtle glimmer of appreciation. It's like my presence means absolutely nothing to her. Honestly, it maims me. It stings so bad because we had just started getting along. She had just asked if I could take her as my friend too and I don't even recall responding to her that time. I didn't have any qualms whatsoever, but we just had a zillion things to talk about. Now here we are, back to oddballs again. I understand her sentiments, but I am albeit clenching on tight to the hope that the yearning she had when she asked me not to leave her behind when I leave this place is still stroking her heart, or at least, there is still love