Sonias POV;.
My jaw drops as Desmond says these words to me. His words flow out his mouth like pure water straight into my crumpled heart.
'You are a perfect work of art done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices, and by the master himself.' His words keep playing in my head as I stare into his deep brown eyes. No one has ever said something like that to me.
His gaze remains glued on mine and I can't help the heat I feet crawl up my neck and into my cheek. He flashes a smile at me and takes my hand releasing it from its position over my chest.
I obediently follow as he leads me to the table. He pushes a plate made of wood to me and on it lay ball-like things that look brownish.
"What is this? " I quiz in confusion as I stare at him.
"Apples and mangos," he replies lookin
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Before me is a sight like none I've ever seen before. We are standing on a cliff and in the valley below lays a bed of nature that could be known as God's expression of beauty.Sunflowers on one side and hills on the other. The sky is so bright and beautiful. Giving more effect to the trees on the hills afar."Wow "I mutter in awe as I stare at nature's wonder and God's creativity."It's a sight to see. " Desmond says and I look up at him. I can't take my eyes off him as questions keep rushing at me. He turns to me and finds me staring."How do you find these places? " I question."I used to be an ugly emotional mess and I guess, as they say, opposite sides attract. I guess these places just called me to them " he replies staring ahead and peace washes over me. A being so perfect and pure. I feel blessed to have found someone like him.&
"You take that back right this ins... " I begin to scream at Desmond when I am cut off by someone."Hey" A feminine voice cuts. Desmond and I look up to find a girl and a boy. The pretty girl is dressed as Hermione from Harry potter and the boy is dressed as Harry Potter himself. They both look to be in the same age group as I.I look over at Desmond only to find a dead, cold scowl on his face."Hi" I reply when I realize Desmond won't say a thing."I'm Dana Livingstone" the girl informs"And I'm Timothy Goodwin" the boy adds"Oh... I'm Sonia. " I reply and Desmond stares at me."Oh, we know who you are. You're Sonia and he's Desmond. " the girl replies pointing her fingers at Desmond."Nice to meet you. " I reply as I know not how to react to these strangers.&nb
He falls harshly on his bum."What was that for!? " he questions."Why are you so mean!? The one minute you're sweet as honey and the next you're as sour as lime!" I scream at him"You do have a talent you need to recognize! You're good at hurting people. Why didn't you stop when you heard me call!? " I add and he just stares at me."You only stopped when you got me hurt. That was what you wanted right!? " I add. Tears rolling down my face and my knee bleeding as he rises to his feet.He makes to touch me and I warn him against it."Don't touch me! "He pauses for a second but still proceeds and lifts me into the air bridal style."Put me down! " I struggle taking care not to further irritate my sore knee. Desmond ignores my little tantrum and carries me till we get into his cabin. He places me on the ta
We make it out of my cabin after I put off all the candles and Deborah and I begin our trip to the West swap which is on the other side of the mansion and a little bit in the woods. After saving Deborah from a lot of falls, I lose my patience and carry her bridal style in my arms. Her tiny fingers wrap behind my neck and she doesn't struggle nor complain. I look down at her and I find her gaze keen on me. "What is it? " I question. "Nothing" she replies as she looks away. A few seconds later I feel her head rest on my chest. We are almost at the west swamp and my arms are almost tired but I won't put her down. I don't want to lose the warmth her body provides and seeing her so in need of my help makes me feel like a better person than I am. Especially when her needs are ones I could provide. "I think I could walk now. " her tender voice inte
"Really, who is it? " Deborah questions."Oh don't worry gingerbread. It's not you" I say to Deborah and her face turns bright red.Her facial expression a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. A true sight to see!She folds her hands in anger and stares out the window while Dana and Timothy try their very best to stifle their laughter.I still have my gaze on Deborah when Dana cut me."So who is this person? " she asks."Ekene" I reply and they both raise their brows."Is he Chinese?" Timothy asks and I exhale to avoid laughing."No. Ekene is a Nigerian. He is very smart, quiet, and observant.He proves Nigerians to be very intelligent people. " I reply."Cool, sure we can trust him? "Dana questions."I'd find out.
"Just breathe" he whispers into my ear as he drags me away from the battered body.I crash to the ground in his arms and I hold onto his shirt as I bury my face in it."I'm a monster. " I cry."They've made me a killer. I'm a killing machine. ", I cry out in pain and regret. Ever since I've got here, all I've done is change from WHO I was to WHAT I have become."You're not a killer Deborah! "Desmond scolds but I can't stop my tears. I've become a monster. I've taken another life and in yet another gruesome manner."I am... " I cry as I scream in agony.Desmonds POV;...The Fratello had left Deborah to silence me and had begun clawing my chest. Suddenly I hear someone scream and in the same second, the Fratello falls off me.I find a huge log I never knew Deborah had the strength to lift in her hand
"How dare you!?" she screams at me as soon I am before her and with that question comes a slap to my face. "Who amongst you killed a Fratello!? " she screams and all four of us fall silent. "So you were there and couldn't stop it from happening!? " she screams again throwing another slap at me. "Tell me who did it! " she screams grabbing my throat. "I did! " I hear Deborah's voice break the silence and a few gasps and murmurs are heard from the crowd. Madre turns to the crowd in anger and everyone falls silent. "You did. "Madre says turning her attention to Deborah. "Why? " she questions coldly as she stands before Deborah and Deborah falls silent. "I said why!? "Madres screams as she plants her talon nails on Deborah's throat.
I take a walk in the isolated passageway with my hands in my trouser pockets and still in Desmond's shirt. I stop at a window and stare at the moon. I recall when Jason made me believe my name was carved on the moon while I was younger.He said the moon was our little communication portal and no matter where I was if I stared at the moon and Remember him, then it means he's doing the same. So if I ever got lost, I should look up at the moon and know we'd always find our way back to each other.A bitter chuckle escapes my lips as I recall my sweet home. I bite my upper lip as I ponder on what my life has slowly played into. Desmond invades my thoughts and my sadness heightens.After what Harry did to me, how on earth could I afford to fall for someone else!? Desmond is too calm, observant, wonderful, and just too perfect to fall for someone like me.How on earth c