LUKAYou meet someone and you begin to convince yourself that maybe it's possible what they feel for you is genuine. Last night, she was the one that pulled away first. When we both had an orgasm and all I wanted to do was draw her close to me. It was the first time in my life I really wanted to cuddle someone and not pull away right after but she beat me to it. Then the drive back home, even though I knew she was going to regret it after, I still wanted it. I wanted it so much that even though it was the most sloppy head I've had, it was still the best. Then I saw that notification. It was the confirmation that today was really her birthday and it just made everything feel like a lie. She was not Bella, she was Samantha. She was going to move to Canada. If I didn't even know her real name, how am I supposed to trust her love? Here am I in my car, sitting with her jewelry with my trouser wet with sperm, her perfume lingering on my skin and her taste still in my mouth. Here I a
BELLA3 years ago. "Tell us what you saw, Samantha?" The room they brought me into was cold and empty. It had only a table with two chairs facing each other and a tripod stand for a camera by the side of it, with a GX Samsung Camera mounted on it. On the table was a glass of water and a dictaphone. I could feel my mom's warmth from her shoulder that was wrapped around me and it was the only sense of comfort. It was the only thing that was keeping me sane. "I didn't see anything." I lied, my fingers shaking on my laps. Even a child could see through my lie talk less of the stoic detective and policeman opposite us. One of them was wearing the blue and silver police uniform while the other was in casual everyday wear; A shirt and jacket with jeans . "We are going to keep you safe," the dectctive who came to our house last night spoke again, leaning forward and stretching his hands on the table to pick the dictaphone and pressed record., "Okay Samantha, let's start from the begining.
BELLAPresent Day. I struggled to open my eyes to the darkness, slowly gaining back my consciousness. I couldn't see or move my arms or even scream. I tried to move around but my feet and arms were all bound up and I had little or no space to wiggle about. I tried screaming but the rag tied over my mouth only muffled it. The air from inside the trunk was mouldy and stale, and barely enough. For someone who really hates the dark it was suffocating me. He injected me with something after we drove out of school, and I was mostly asleep tucked in front through out the ride. But then I came to consciousness when we entered a dirt patch road. It was then he hit me in the head and stored me in the truck of his car. Silent tears rolled out of my eyes as I struggled again only to end up hitting my head hard again. The pain magnified the full throb from his earlier blow. This was it. Like Audrey, this was my turn to die. How could they let him out after what he did to her? Now he has th
LUKADo you believe in superstition? God? Or the man made belief that we could predict the future or know when something is wrong in the present? Some call it gut instinct. You know that feeling you get when something bad wants to happen, a premonition for either good or bad, mostly bad. That anxious nagging feeling that never goes away even when you ignore it, and will probably cost you when you successfully do. Something was wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones. The cold metal feeling of the necklace that I returned recently and has somehow found its way back to my possession didn't feel so comforting as it used to. Why did she drop it in the car park and who was the man she left with? She didn't even turn to look at me, so I didn't get a glimpse of either him or her, but the way he gripped her shoulder, there was something off about it. At first I went back to class and ignored the fact that she just left school premises with him but she didn't come back till the day ended, s
LUKA"You can't go in there, he is in a meeting," the flustered secretary ran after me trying hard to stop me but didn't catch up to me. I opened the door with a loud bang not bothering to knock. True to her words,my father was seated behind his huge glass top table at an online meeting. He raised his head to stare at me and pursed his lips in disappointment, but didn't say anything to me until he excused himself from the meeting. It's been a day. A whole day now that Bella has been missing.She was all alone and hurting somewhere and it was driving me crazy. This was partly my fault. I asked her to meet on the field and then I left her there. I should have made sure she didn't just leave with a stranger in the middle of school. But like a fool, I convinced myself that I didn't care anymore about what she did or was going to and look at where it led me to now. It took losing her like this for me to finally admit to myself that I can't live with her. We filed a complaint at the p
LUKALub. Dup. Lub. Dup was the rythmic sound that came off the machine that was monitoring her vitals. She looked frail and pale lying there with these huge machines hooked up to her. She had a bandage wrapped around her head. There were bruises all over skin and a huge purple one on the side of her face. My fingers traced the bruise on her wrist where her hands were tied and my lips kissed them gently, trying to soothe the skin with my lips even though she wouldn't notice. She was unconscious when we brought her in yesterday.We had found her in a deserted warehouse up in the mountains a 3 hour drive away from the city. One minute they were asking me to wait in the car with the rest of the security operatives, the next minute I was charging in when I heard the gunshots. It had taken all my willpower to enter that warehouse, knowing that what I might see might be her corpse but I entered. The image of her lying down there unconscious with her hoodie off in just her bra, blood pour
BELLA My head felt woozy and heavy as I fluttered my eyes open. The room instantly felt too bright and I closed them immediately. I opened my mouth to call for help but a strangled sound came out. My throat felt so dry and parched that I really needed water. I moved my hands around the bed to search for any clue of where I was before I gave away the clue that I was awake when my hands felt it. My fingers brushed against soft locs that glided against my fingers easily. I opened my eyes slowly to see the owner of the air, taking my time to adjust to the light in the room. I know that set of brown locs anyway I ever see them. The owner was asleep with his head on the bed beside me. I looked around the room, to see a drip stand on my left and a machine hooked to my right arm. Luka raised his head and I watched his eyes widen in shock, then wonder, then fill with tears before he started to hug the life out of me. For a second he must have forgotten that I was sick because his han
BELLA The door was pushed back forcefully and it cut me off from my private moment of tears and self loathing. There he was standing in front of my bed like my knight in shining armour. I heard he was the reason I was home. And even though refusing to accept his love profession wasn't really a good way of showing gratitude, he still made my heart beat. "What is rule number one?" His voice was clipped and he looked furious. Do not cry alone. "I don't remember." He didn't believe my lie but he reminded me, "Do not cry alone. If you're going to cry about this, I'm going to stay, if you don't I'll leave." "What's it to you?" I screamed and threw a tantrum. "When you were gone, I had time to think. About why you never wanted to be the source of attention or have photos or videos of you posted anywhere. It was why you made that deal with me, and I did do my part and you committed to being my pet. Did you forget about that?" You've got to be kidding me. "You're not invoking the