Oh my. I shouldn't have come to this party. There were so many eyes staring in our direction. I looked down unable to look at the people. I snapped my head up when I heard a clash of broken glass. The broken glass was next to Mr Kings, maybe he had mistakingly dropped it. His eyes were right at me, and I looked down again. "Let's go in." I heard Jake's voice, really close to my ear. I nodded and we walked in. He was going towards where Mr Kings was. Oh god, what's he going to do there? They are friends remember? I sighed walking along with him, we soon reach there and we untangled our hands. "Jake! My man!" A dude in a grey suit said, he hugged Jake patting his back. "Who is the beautiful lady?" Another guy with a dark red suit asked him. "Ah, this is Tessa, my girlfriend," Jake said making me gasp. Hitting him, I said. "No, I'm, not." "...yet," Jake said, I noticed who he was looking at. Mr Kings. His eyes were solely on Mr Kings when he said that. What game was he playing? S
Dancing with Jake felt like I was walking in the sky. Dancing with Austin felt like- well I don't know, it's a feeling I can't explain. Shut up. I can't believe I was dancing with Mr Kings. Yvonne should have been the one in my place right now. She'd be so happy to be in my place right now. I was a bad friend. I shouldn't have accepted this dance. I closed my eyes hoping it would be over soon. It seems god answered my prayers because the dance got over. I stepped back awkwardly. "I uh, I have to go," I said turning around only to see Jack. "Do you know where Yvonne walked off to?" I asked. He nodded, but his eyes weren't on me, but on Austin. "Where?" "She went towards the bar." "Where is the bar?" "The door opposite." He replied. "Thank you, I'd talk to you... Later." I said walking off to the door. Turning the door knob. I noticed the room was dimmed lit. Not many people were in it. I entered looking around for Yvonne, but she was nowhere to be seen. I searched harder, and I
After 5mins of searching and still couldn't find it, I decided to call Mr Kings. I walked to my table and took my office phone to call him. It rang twice before he took the call. "I'm sorry sir, but I couldn't find the file." He hesitated before he replied. "What do you mean? You've checked the safe?" He asked. I checked well. I checked all the file cases. "Yes sir," I replied. The call went dead. Seriously? Is that how to end a call where he came from? He should have said 'okay, thank you or something like that. My office door suddenly flung open. Mr Kings walking in startled me. He didn't even glance at me, he walked to the file safe and started looking at every file. Ha! He is not going to see it. What was he thinking? That he would find it and then insult me? I walked toward him. I was at his back watching him find the file. He suddenly stopped. He turned around facing me with the file in his hand. My eyes widened. I could swear I searched hard and didn't see that. He glare
I got to my car and drove to my house. I looked at the time 4:30 pm. I drove for 10mins before reaching my place. As usual, the house was noisy from Anne's screams. I opened the door to see Anne running everywhere in the house, Zara ran behind her. She stopped when she noticed my presence. "Mommy!" Anne shouted running towards me. I bent down and opened my arms for her to come in. Running into my arms, she hugged me. I missed her so much. "How are you baby?" I asked. "Pine." She replied grinning, showing her small set of teeth. "What were you guys doing?" I asked her. "Playing, come mommy." She replied inviting me to play with them. And just like that, we played. We were technically running around the house. After some time, I asked Zara to go home and asked if she could spend the tonight with Anne. She happily agreed. That didn't stop Anne from playing though. Anne's giggles filled the house. Giggling along with her, we fell on the couch. "Baby?" I called sitting up. "Yes, mo
I followed her through the mob of sweaty bodies. We stopped after a minute of walking. "Cris!" Yvonne exclaimed hugging a guy. He had dirty blond hair, he wore a white tee shirt, blue jeans trousers and white converse on... And has tattoos and piercings practically all over his body... Except for his neck and face. I never knew she follows Gothic people. He was pretty good-looking. "Happy birthday!" She exclaimed again. "Thanks." He replied and nodded his head towards me. "She's Tessa, the girl I told you about." "Oh? I didn't expect her to be this pretty." Cris said. I saw Yvonne roll her eyes. Maybe it was just my imagination. "I'm Cris, it's a pleasure to meet you." He introduced himself. I nodded my head. No need to introduce myself, right? Yvonne already did. "Nice to meet you too." "Okay! Enough with the pleasantries! Let's party!" It wasn't Yvonne nor was it Cris, but a young lady who had so many tattoos on her. She started jumping around. Okay, I felt highly uncomfort
I reached my car and drove off. What I've heard from the staff still lingering freshly in my head. Slut. I'm not a slut... I tried to push those words out of my head but more just kept coming. And tears came pouring out of my eyes like it was an ocean. I managed to reach my house. Believe me when I say it's a miracle I got home without getting in an accident or something. I got inside the house, and the clicking of a spoon filled my ears. Zara must have heard me opening the door as she walked toward me. Her eyes widened. "What happened, ma'am? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. I managed to keep myself from crying. "I got fired," I said and she gasped. "How- why?" She asked. "I don't know." I suddenly cried. I don't know why this happened to me. The thought that a man touched me without me knowing is already killing me. They were right. I'm a slut. I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party. A part of me wanted to blame Yvonne, a part scolded against that. It wasn't her fau
"I'm glad it's nothing to be scared of," I said. I couldn't stand anything bad happening to her, she's been my friend for two years now, a very good friend. "I have to go home now, I would come again tomorrow hmm? Take care." She said. "You too," I mumbled. I closed my eyes, I didn't know when I'd fall asleep again. I've been sleeping all day. •• "You know any man with these tattoos?" Jake asked the man behind the bar table. He had tattoos all over his body. He's been doing this almost all day. He'd to do it... For Tessa. The man inspected the picture again. He nodded his head yes. "Who?" Jake asked. "Ah ah ah." He gestured his hand. A sign he wanted money for it. Jake rolled his eyes before bringing out his wallet and placing 50 dollars on the table. The man shook his head. "More." Bringing out 30 dollars he asked. "How would I know if you know him?" "It's him. Trust me. Cris Alex." He replied with a grin. •• "So, his name is Cris Alex? You're sure?" "Not really." ~ ••
"What?" I asked Jake because of the look he gave me. "What makes you think so?" He asked, clearly disappointed. "I-i just know and Yvonne told me about Cris." He looked at me curiously. You're such an idiot! You're defending an almost rapist here! My subconsciousness screamed at me. He didn't do anything and Yvonne knows him. I know Yvonne, she's a kind soul. If he was a rapist or something, she wouldn't have pleaded that much for him. "She's being arrested." He suddenly said. "Who?" I asked curiously. "Yvonne." He spat. I looked at him confusedly for a moment before realizing what he'd just said. My eyes widened a bit. "W-what do you mean, why?" I asked and he scoffed out a laugh. Why was he like this? He was never like this and then all of a sudden... "Tessa," he said when he noticed my expression. "What did she tell you?" "Tell me you're lying," I said and he raised an eyebrow. "Lying about what?" He asked. Was he being serious? "About Yvonne." "No," He answered. "I answere