LOGINThe next week turned out to be pretty busy, I spent most of the time in my clinic taking appointments and doing regular stuff, and when I didn't have any patients to attend I would hang out with Emily at her book store.
She is such a sweetheart, never does she mind me hitting her store untimely. I wish I could be like her. She is just always that happy, bubbly girl who doesn't think twice before pouring her heart out. I wish I could be carefree like her, not giving a fuck about anything going on. But that just remains as a wish because I am nowhere near to her. I am just a super awkward introvert who doesn't know how to behave with new people. Hell! I don't even know how to act around the people that I know. And my awkwardness even tops its level when I am around boys, especially cute boys. I don't know why I am like this?
I was never a social butterfly nor a party-loving person. Whenever I was out with my friends or at a party I'd always be thinking of an escaping plan of getting home so that I can lay on my comfy bed or watch an old movie or just waste my time doing nothing. I don't know if I am that lazy or what but that's how I live. As it is Saturday night so I am enjoying my time at home. sitting on my couch with a chocolate bar in my hand and watching Pretty Woman, I guess I have watched it like a thousand times still I never get bored. You know its that epic. Chocolate and a great movie surely is the best combination I must say.
Becky isn't home yet, I think she will be staying at Kayden's. It's not a problem as I don't mind being alone. Actually its really peaceful that way. Peaceful or rather you can say boring? my life has always been like this and still continues to be least interesting. It feels like I have been caught up somewhere between my clinic and my home and there isn't any other place for me to go. It really sucks to live life like this. You know, With nearly no social life and non-existent love life. I mean common I am fucking 24 and still single. Can you believe that? Okay, I might be a little exaggerating, there would be surely people around my age who aren't involved in a romantic relationship. It just feels weird because I haven't dated anyone in a long time. I remember having a boyfriend in school but it wasn't any serious though. Thinking about the lack of men in my life reminds me of Sam asking me out last week. I am really looking forward to it as I have never been on an actual date. That's crazy, isn't it?
I divert my attention back to TV, suddenly I feel my phone vibrating next to me on my couch. I don't even remember when did I hear my ring tone last time. most of the time I have it in silent mode because nobody really cares about my existence. I look at it and a smile appears on my face seeing Sam's name flashing. I click on the receive icon and answer him.
"Hello!"
"Hey, Nikki!" He screams on the phone enthusiastically as I have to pull away from the phone to prevent myself a hearing loss. "So I guess you were waiting for my call." He says in an amused tone.
"What? No, not at all. Why would I?" I tease him.
"oh common Nikki, lying doesn't suit you. otherwise, you wouldn't have picked up my call faster than I thought you would."
"That's because I was going through my emails, you idiot." Okay, that was a straight lie.
" Whatever." He says. I know he must be rolling his eyes at the other end.
"By the way, I hope you remember me asking you out on a date this weekend."
"Yes, I do."
"So I called you to ask, is it okay if we go out tomorrow in the evening. Only if you are free?"
"Sure, I'll wrap everything up earlier, then we can head out."
"I'll pick you up at 6 in the evening then?" he asks.
"Okay."
"I' m sorry for calling you up this late Nikki."
"Never mind, I wasn't asleep though."
"Hey Nikki, you really look good in these pictures." He says out of nowhere.
"What pictures?" I ask him confused. I never really gave him any picture, so what he is talking about?
"The ones on F******k, I was looking at them just now, I guess they are from your high school. You really look good in that red dress Nikki." I can hear him laughing while saying that.
"What the fuck Sam??" I haven't opened my account in a long time and I know there are some pictures of me from high school. I remember how weird I looked in them, and even I was a bit fat back then. I never liked clicking pictures, it was my friend who forced me to do it at that time. now I regret not deleting them. Fuck, this is embarrassing!!
"Why were you stalking me on social media?" I ask him angrily.
"Why wouldn't I?" He says. is this really funny to him?
"Who wouldn't want to stalk a beautiful lady like you?" he says playfully.
"I am telling you Samuel if you ever go through my profile again, I swear to god I'll block you." This boy is really getting on my nerves now.
" Ouchhh! that hurt! don't be mean Nikki, in fact, you should be more open to accepting such compliments."
" Ohh Thank you Sam for letting me know that I should be aware of random creepy people stalking me on social media at fucking midnight," I say sarcastically.
he laughs at my response. "Okay Okay, I get it. I'll let you sleep before you pounce on me straight from the phone."
"Goodnight Sam."
"Goodnight Nikki and yeah don't dream too much about me," he says before hanging up.
I stare at my phone smiling like an idiot. He is such a boy. I think I should go to bed now. As I am about to switch off the TV, I see a shadow near the window. I can feel someone standing but who could be there? and that too at this hour of the night? I should definitely stop watching those creepy horror shows, they are really getting on my mind now. I walk towards the window and pull the curtains aside. I open the window and look outside and find no one there. Thank god! But something is really strange. From the last few days, I am having a feeling of getting followed while going to my clinic and coming back to home. Two days ago when I was at Emily's store I saw two men watching me from across the street. When I again looked at them, they were already gone. I didn't take it seriously because I thought I was being unnecessarily paranoid. I don't know maybe I am still acting like one? I guess these are the repercussions of my lack of sleep at night. I always do stuff related to my work at night that's why I barely get any sleep. Nicole, go and get some sleep now, everything will be fine. I go back to my room and get on my bed. my eyes begin to close as sleep takes over me.
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The next day I finish my work as soon as possible so that I can get back home to get ready for the date. it's around 5 in the evening as I search through my closet for something suitable to wear. finally, after a lot of struggle, I end up putting on a black crop top and my favorite ripped jeans. I add a little bit of mascara and nude lipstick as my makeup. as said by him earlier Sam arrives at my place on time at 6 pm. I utter a quick goodbye to Becky who is in the kitchen talking on her phone and then head out. Sam takes me to an outdoor restaurant a little far away from the city. it has a classy yet cozy and comfortable atmosphere. I can hear the music playing in the background giving this place a romantic touch. Sam had a reservation for us so we didn't have to waste our time searching for a table.
As our order arrives I look at Sam and say "So are we gonna talk or just eat our food and get back home." Sam hasn't spoken a word since we arrived here. our ride here was also silent. I don't know what has happened to him?
"Oh I am sorry, You look really beautiful today Nicole." he smiles at me. it feels weird when he calls me Nicole as I have only heard him calling me Nikki always.
"Thank you," I tell him blushing a little.
ChristopherI feel a numbing shiver run down my spine as I rush towards Nicole before she collapses to the ground. "Oh, my god!" I gasp, catching her in my arms while I slump down to the floor with her. I pant heavily as I watch the red spot growing darker over her chest. Fuck no! My throat begins to constrict, with panic flooding through my entire body as my eyes catch the bullet wound on the right side of her chest just below her collarbone. All I could feel at this moment is sheer dread, like my head is going to fucking explode any second. Jesus! How the hell this happened? I try hard to keep my composure in check, but my hands literally shake as I wrap them around her shoulder and rest her head over my lap. No...This is just a terrible nightmare. This can't be fucking real. I try to convince my mind by saying that. But when Nicole winces in pain, my eyes turn red in fury, realizing that this is indeed reality. I clench my jaw, feeling hot anger fabricating in every cell of my bo
My body goes rigid with shock. I could realize that night it wasn't just me who was hurt by my dad's actions. Max was also equally affected. And from the agony shadowing his face, I could fathom he has endured more than what I went through. How could my dad ruin both our families like that? Suddenly my features soften and I feel like sympathizing with him. "You promised to marry her and then left...You went back to your family. Have you never wondered how we were living? Didn't your heart ever want to know how your son was doing?"I bite my lip when I see Max's eyes blazing with sadness and the hatred that I tried to bury for my dad begins to surf back. "You always prioritized your family. Then why the hell you made my mother fall for you? Why the hell you made her believe that you loved her? Why the hell you kept her in dark? She was a fool to believe you." He shakes his head and stares blankly at the wall in front of him. "She waited for you...but when you never came, she decided t
My chest tightening looking at how easily he had let everything out without an ounce of remorse in his tone. I don't know if I am shocked or hurt or just numb after listening to all this. I can't believe out of all those people it had to be Max- the person that I trusted the most after Richard. And the irony is, they both were the men who tricked me.The lump grows bigger in my throat as I try to speak. "How could you, Max? You were my best friend....""Best friend?" He huffs. "You never considered anyone as your friend except that fucking Leo. That motherfucker...you both were fucking assholes together." A sudden rage thrives in his voice as I stare at him. "Richard always wanted us to not bring anything about him in conversations with you. But now as you are going to die, it wouldn't be a bother." He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. "I was so happy to know that he died in that fucking accident and you lost your memory. I hated him as much as I hated you. You both fucking deserv
ChristopherI was raging with fume when I stormed out of the hotel. And when I arrived at the location where Richard wanted me to be, my mind was for sure not in the fucking right place, and I definitely couldn't think straight. I swear I was going to rip the head off Richard's neck if he ever tried to lay a single finger on Nicole. How the fuck he thought he could drag Nicole into this shit? Isn't he a man enough to fight me alone? I am going to fucking kill him.I had the same mindset of killing him when I marched toward the gates in front of me. But as I saw his goons rushing out of what looked like an abandoned house to grab me, I realized I was here without a fucking plan. Fuck! Four men fucking jumped on me before I could do anything. I should have known better to have a backup before showing up here. Why the fuck I didn't think calmly about this before? Anger always seems to shut the rational part of my mind, and I fucking fail to realize it until I am in an utter mess. I still
Peter nods at him and then turns to the man next to me. "Bring her down." He orders, walking out of the room. I watch as the men around me untie my hands and legs and force me to stand. They then drag me behind Peter as he walks down the hallway. As I look around, I notice it to be a deserted house, almost looking like a mansion with a thick coat of dust covering most of the things and ugly webs hanging around. They take me down the stairs into the main hall.I struggle under their grip and scream. "Fucking leave me!" As I lift my eyes to look up, I see men on the opposite side, dragging Christopher inside the house.He looks angry as he struggles to push them. He looks up and his eyes meet mine and he whispers. "Nicole." His tone is laced with worry as he glances at me to check if I am okay. He then turns his gaze and glares at the men holding me and says. "Don't you dare fucking touch her...""So our hero is finally here," Peter interrupts, and Christopher's eyes shift to look at h
It takes me less than half an hour to get to Christopher's hotel. When I get to the reception, the woman behind it signals me to the Audi waiting outside. I guess she is the one who called me. First, I think about going to Christopher's room, but then I realize he wouldn't have asked me to get in a car if he was still there. When I reach near the car, I wonder how I didn't notice it while going to the hotel. Has Christopher arranged it for me? I just can't wait to see him anymore, so I thrive in excitement and get in the backseat. I saw the driver in the front seat already but I am still disappointed when I don't find Christopher in. Of course, if he is not here, then he would be waiting for me at the destination where he wants me to get. I get a thought about calling him, but I stop myself from doing that. If he wanted to inform me himself, he would have called me before. Why would he ask the receptionist to do so? I guess he is trying to keep it as a surprise and I have no freaking







