I slowly opened my eyes and turned to see the time. The digital alarm's brilliant dial read 3:33 a.m. As soon as my senses began to revive, I let out a groan. I don't want to be confronted with reality. It's heinous and perilous. Please, please, please! This is a realm of torment and suffering. I just want to travel to another world of fantasy, which I know I can only do when sleeping.
The sound of a huge crash from downstairs startled me and made me jump. Steps could be heard echoing up the stairs to my chamber. With my heart racing, I searched the area for a safe place to hide. Closet! Even though there wasn't much room in the closet, it was preferable to being out in the open. As I was almost entirely inside the closet, someone pounded up the stairs.
I was yanked out of the closet by a hand wrapped around my ankle. A masked visage confronted me when I was forced to turn around. His cat-green eyes made me shudder despite the fact that I couldn't see his distinct features. I kicked at the man as I struggled to get free from his clutches. I bolted as soon as his grasp relaxed and he began chasing me.
While he was after me, I was able to travel quite far, but then I started to slow down, it's like I'm running on the water until I was barely moving at all. Then he rounded the corner and walked right up to me, holding a knife. He stabbed me in the stomach, drew it out, and then stabbed me in the shoulder, dragging it up from my shoulder and across my throat. The blood oozed out from my eyes, ears, stomach, and throat.
I gasped and jerked my body backward as I opened my eyes. I heard a loud breaking sound, but all I could think of was how I was choking and gagging as I felt my neck and stomach. It was eerily genuine. I felt every bone the knife crossed fracture. My eyes welled up and a sob escaped my lips. Since that incident, I've been plagued by dreams. I hid my head in my hands and attempted to keep my trembling body under control. These nightmares can be enjoyable at times, making me want to sleep indefinitely, recreating the same scenarios over and over. However, there are occasions when things are even worse.
As I took in my surroundings, I gradually felt myself relaxing. I'm ok. No one knows where I am. Not when I'm not in Worcester. I was in New York's Petit Monde, a little café. In contrast to the bustling city outside with skyscrapers and never-ending traffic, the interior of this place is pleasant and cheerful.
When I looked around the café, I noticed that every pair of eyes was fixed on me, which perplexed me. But it hit me when I noticed a shattered glass near my feet. When I awoke from my siesta, I must have pushed it off. My cheeks flushed with humiliation, and I timidly apologized.
I looked up when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw a woman in her early 40s. She is stunning, with blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, exquisite skin, and the most stunning pale blue eyes that remind me of the sea.
"Honey, are you okay?" quietly, she inquired. Her words made me flinch slightly. It’s been months since someone has called me like that, with such tenderness and affection.
"Y-Yes, I’m al-alright" I answered stuttering at my words. The lady took a seat next to mine.
“Bad dream huh?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said shyly, tucking my loose brown hair behind my ear.
“Grecia Watson” she introduced.
“Karolia Kingston," I said, shaking my hand with her. A lump formed in my throat at the mention of my last name but I swallowed it down.
“Beautiful name. Your face doesn’t look familiar. Are you new to this café?” she asked curiously.
“Yes. In fact, I’m new to New York” I debated whether I should say the name of my hometown, but decided against it. I quickly changed the subject to evade her questions about my location.
“Are you a regular customer here?”
“Oh yes. This place is my favorite” she said. “They make the best pancake in this town. You should try it" she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, I will one day" I smile back at her. "I’m trying for a job here. I was asked to wait since the manager is busy” I told her the reason I came to this café “And...I dozed off,” I said embarrassed. Grecia chuckled.
An employee came up to us and greeted Grecia first before turning to me.
“Miss Kingston, the manager is ready to see you now,” she said and left politely. I took my file and bag and stood up from my place. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Watson. I hope to see you soon if I get this job” I chuckled.
“I like you already. Maybe I’ll recommend you to Sam. We’re good friends” I guess Sam is the Manager.
“Thank you” I smiled in gratitude and bid her goodbye.
Later that day, I received a call from the café informing me that I had been employed. Although I was told to be careful with the cafe's properties, the interview went well. Despite the fact that I had to pay for the broken glass, I couldn't be happier.
Coming to New York was the start of a new adventure for me. A trip to get away from my past. I'm on my own, with no one to rely on. A voyage that will lead to the opening of a new door in my life.
However, after everything that has transpired in the past, it appears that I will never be able to go on. Six months ago, my parents were brutally murdered right in front of my eyes. I fled before those folks could kill me as well. I fled without knowing why, without understanding why my life had taken such a turn.
I moved to New York four months ago and for the first four months, I didn't leave my room, crying the entire day about my parents. Scarlet, my childhood best friend, and roommate did everything she could to cheer me up. Finally, I decided that enough was enough and that I needed to move on with my life. Mom and Dad would not want me wasting my time thinking about them.
This is my life now, and I must accept it, even if it is excruciatingly painful.
"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"
I could hear everyone cheering for me. Here in this world, a world of illegal fighting, I’m just Logan, a man who is a champion. If anyone challenges me for a fight, he will either be dead or in the hospital bed. I’m a merciless fighter and I make sure my opponent is well aware of that. I learned in a hard way that in this world sympathy and empathy will not get you anywhere.
But to the outside world, the business world, I'm Logan Watson, CEO of the powerful and influential Watson Enterprise.
"Let's restart the game. John, the Giant Lion has arrived "The host spoke into the microphone. I smirked quietly to myself. He's going to beg me for mercy. "And our fearless man, Logan," the crowd roared and cheered when my name was called.
"Let the game begin," the host said. I was able to detect a glimmer of fear in my opponent's eyes, and I smirked evilly at him. Underneath those muscles, I'm guessing he's a soft teddy bear. He dashed towards me, ready to tackle me. I snatched his leg and threw him over. His head collided with the ground before his body, causing him to clutch his head and groan in agony.
The first rule is to never show your vulnerability to others. And his flaw was fear.
"Come on, let's go! You're fighting like a child!" As he stared at me, I smirked. He tried to approach me, but I punched him in the jaw. He was knocked out cold after flying to the ground. That was quick, to say the least. The crowd erupted, and I looked at Patrick, my best friend, who nodded appreciatively.
"The King of Evil has triumphed, Logan, The Fearless Man, is the CHAMPION!!!" I smirked triumphantly as the host announced. After ten minutes I left, feeling accomplished and victorious.
(30 minutes later)
"Why are you awake, Mom? It's well past your bedtime "As I tossed the car keys into the bowl, I inquired. She sat on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body, watching television.
“Why are you late, Logan?” she asked instead, her eyebrows raised. I let out a sigh.
I lied and said, "Work." She isn't exactly enthusiastic about my fight. As a result, I keep this from her. For her sake, as well as mine. God only knows what she'll do to me if she finds out. I may appear fearless and powerful to others, but to her, I'm a teddy bear, and she knows it. She is the only woman in the world who can order me around, and I would do so without hesitation.
“You left the office at eight. Yes, I contacted your assistant. She's a chatty one,” she rolled her eyes.
“I need to let her go. Her big mouth could endanger this company,” I said, shaking my head.
“What were you doing?” Mom asked, giving me that look that said, 'Don't change the subject.'
“With Patrick Ma. We went out to have some drinks” I rolled my eyes.
“I don't see you any longer. You leave early in the morning and now you arrive home after midnight, leaving me alone in this house with boring Charles,” she exclaimed dramatically. I chuckled and approached her, kissing her on the cheek. Charles is our butler, and I've known him since I was a child. He was like a father to me after my father died in an accident when I was ten years old.
“I promise I'll try to get home early.”
“I'm hoping to find a girl who can keep you on track. This is something I'm sick of repeating myself. It's time for you to find yourself someone, boy."
“Right now, I don't require the services of anyone. I have you in my life, and that is more than enough for me,” I explained.
The second rule is that falling in love is a bad distraction.
N & S (Middlebencherzz)
(2 months later) The 'Western ExecuTrain University' is a three-story horseshoe-shaped structure that encloses a large courtyard. In front, there are two medium-sized trees on either side of a sidewalk that leads up to the building's entrance. This university is one of the most prestigious in New York, and admission was not easy. But, thanks to Mathew, Scarlet's father, I was able to enroll here. A few students were milling about outside the building, with laughter and chatter filling the air. “Are you ready?” Scarlet inquired, bouncing on her heels beside me in delight. With a smile on my lips, I looked at my best friend. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Daddy inquired. I was hiding behind daddy's leg, overwhelmed by a large number of students my age. Some were crying, unable to leave their parents' side, while others appeared unconcerned. Scarlet's father was attempting to cheer up the crying Scarlet. To say I was nervo
As I stand in the middle of the Cielo club, the red and green lights blind my eyes. The knee-length dress that is hugging my body and that I put on after much deliberation appears to be nothing compared to the revealing dresses that the other girls are wearing tonight here.This is a relief to me because I was hoping that my attire (chosen against my wishes by my so-called best friend) wouldn't draw the attention of the male audience because, to be honest, I'm not looking forward to kicking someone's balls because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. I'm not a fan of fancy clubs and partying. I've never attended one. I wasn't aware of many clubs in Worcester, and to be honest, I wasn't interested in that type of social activity. Furthermore, I've heard and seen enough news about all the girls who are drugged and used in these types of activities to keep me completely away from it. Scarlet reassured me that it only happens to 20% of the girls and that in
The wind whipped against my face as I ran into the cold. I shivered, but not once did I slow down. I don’t know where I was running with my belongings, but it was somewhere that is new to me. After walking for an hour, my legs started to ache so I sat on a bench on a sidewalk,bringing my knees up into my chest. Scarlet's face paled as soon as she saw me leaving and begged me to stay. But I didn't listen and walked out of the apartment with a stone face. Pride is something I inherited from my father. And my pride wouldn't let me stay any longer, knowing that my only friend had trust issues with me. As soon as I stepped out of her apartment, I was overcome with feelings of helplessness and fear, but as I previously stated, my pride drove me to walk in the streets with my belongings at this hour of the night. Scarlet is so enamored with her boyfriend that she believes everyone else is wrong. She's a very vulnerable girl, and everyone uses this to the
Today's surroundings appear to be quite peaceful and warm, so instead of taking the bus or traveling with Scarlet to university, I decided to walk. I appreciated having this time to prepare for my presentation. Within minutes, the weather changed, and the blue cloud turned dark grey, and raindrops began to fall. "Great," I grumbled to myself as I gazed up at the grey cloudy sky. When I didn't have to walk around in it, I enjoyed the rain. I drew my hoodie over my head and began running. "If only I had brought an umbrella, I would have enjoyed this," I grumbled as I rounded the corner. I looked up at the shops that lined the streets and the people who were either seeking shelter or simply enjoying the rain. My clothes were adhering to my body like a second skin, which irritated me. I dashed to a small bus stop just a few feet away. I stood beneath the awning and placed the bag beside me before squeezing the water from my hair. I
"Hello," Scarlet said, nervously fidgeting in front of my table. I was eating my vegetable sandwich at a round wooden table under a large maple tree. "Hey," I said quietly. I didn't want to show any emotion in response to her presence, so I kept my face expressionless. “May I sit here?” she inquired cautiously. Before returning to my sandwich, I nodded. She took the bench across from mine. “How are you doing?” “Had seen better days,” I said casually, and she nodded, guilty-looking. “Are you still upset with me?” she asked softly, and I sighed deeply. “I'm not angry, Scar; I'm just disappointed.” I leaned forward and clicked my tongue. "Do you honestly believe I'll do that to you? That I'll cheat on you, and with that jerk?” “I know you won't,” she said, shaking her head. "I'm not sure what hit me that day. Maybe it was the alcohol,” she exhaled deeply, shaking her head, “I know that's not a good reason, but please accept my apo
Karolia's POV “Hey,” someone said in my ear from behind me, and I shrieked as fear ran through my body and I turned around. “Scarlet!” I unintentionally pushed her face away from mine, which was very close to mine. “I didn't mean to scare you,” she quickly admitted, her eyes widening and her hands raised in surrender. To calm my racing heart, I took deep breaths. “Anyway...” she began, her face breaking into a smile, immediately changing the subject. “I have a surprise for you,” she exclaimed, her blonde hair dangling from its usual ponytail. My brows twitched in bemusement as she took two tickets from her bag and handed them to me. “I got UFC tickets!” she exclaimed, bouncing on her heels. “UFC?” “Underground fight club,” she squealed again, and I looked at her blankly. “Ithink you're crazy” “Nope,” she replied, popping the letter p, which irritated me. “What makes yo
Logan drove around the corner into the familiar picturesque and sophisticated neighborhood. “Logan,” I said, sitting up straight and resting my hands on his shoulders. The heavy rain has stopped and it is now just drizzling. “Please take me to Scarlet's apartment,” I requested. He ignored me and drove down the streets until we arrived at the gate leading to Watson Mansion. I shook his shoulders in frustration because he was ignoring me. He grumbled, "Couldn't you have told me when we were on the main road?" He entered the gate passcode, and the massive gate slowly opened to reveal the stone path. “It slipped my mind,” I admitted, feeling guilty. I was so engrossed in the ride that I completely forgot about it. “I told Grecia I was going to spend the night at a friend's house, and she will be suspicious if she sees me for breakfast,” I said quickly. “Then don't leave the room until mom leaves,” he said impassively as he parked the Ducati in the opulent
"If you take more than two minutes to finish that small burger, I'll leave you here and be on my way." Logan's arms were crossed as he glared. "It's not my fault you ate the food as soon as it arrived," I mumbled as I cut a small piece from the burger and placed it in my mouth. I raised an eyebrow when he gave me a strange look. What! We can also eat a burger like this. "Lord," he said as he threw his napkin on the table and stood up, taking his keys and phone with him. "What are you doing?!?" "Enjoy your leisurely time here," he said sarcastically. "I've got work to do," he said as he walked away. After taking one more bite, I huffed and stood up, sprinting to catch up with him. "Such a jerk," I mumbled as I wiped my fingers with tissue paper. "Heard that," he said as I walked alongside him, and I rolled my eyes. As if Icare! "Karrie!" When I heard someone yell my name, I turned around in disbelief. Scarlet waved from af