~ZaneI paced the room, breathing hard, “They searched her and probably left it here,”I couldn't lose her.“How about the plate numbers you were tracking?” I asked Steve. “Smart ass, they changed cars, and we don’t know the current car’s plate number they are driving with so we can’t track them,”“Shit!” I pulled at my hair.“I’ll alert the police and see if the private investigator has found anything on her yet,” he muttered and hung up.We were back to square one. This was just a dead end. I couldn't keep lying around doing nothing while she was still missing. I kicked off the papers lying on my feet and it went flying and that was when I saw something red.I walked over and picked up the stained paper, it smelled like blood. Oh no! This only means that she was hurt. I stared closer at it, it looked like a drawing but I couldn't figure it out yet. I looked closer at it, it looked like a boat, and then it clicked. They were taking her to a port my father had. But he hardly used it
~ZaneI woke up in the hospital. I could hear voices, more like whispers, that sounded like they didn’t want to wake me up. I tried opening my eyes but it felt so heavy, so I pushed myself, fluttering my eyes open and the lights attacked me. I groaned in pain and quickly closed it back.“He is awake!” I heard Leonora’s voice, and the light became dimmer. “Water,” I croaked. My throat was so parched, I needed water badly. I turned to the side and saw my beautiful Nivea. She held up a glass of water to me, a straw in it. I sipped it greedily.“How long have I been out for?” I asked.“Just a week,” Nivea said in a low voice, as she sat on the chair close to me.“A week!”, I shot up but there were different machines attached to my body so I couldn't sit up fully.“Slow down Zane,” she warned.“What about the case? Was Thomas caught?” he couldn’t have escaped after all the work I and Steve put into getting the evidence.“We moved the hearing till when you have fully recovered,” She strai
~NiveaI froze on the spot as my head reeled in what she just said. “Oh, I've got something even better,” she gushed. “You were having an affair with your husband's son, and that’s how you all ended up together. What a perfect soap opera that would be, bye," she chuckled and waved, walking away.She came here just to plant these things in my head and now her mission was accomplished because it stuck. I tried my hardest to keep up the good mood, but Zane noticed and asked what was wrong. I lied and said I was just too tired.He immediately called the driver, we said goodbye to everybody and left. We were supposed to go to the after party but he didn’t want to leave me all alone. And this was why I wanted to end this. So I wouldn't stop him from having fun and experiencing life. I didn't want to be a burden to him, so I made up my mind.On our way home, I couldn't hide it anymore. My mood was off, and my expression was screaming sadness“I know you aren’t tired, so spit it out. Did Fi
~NiveaI shook that thought out of my head. No. He couldn't do that to me. I paused. Or could he? She came again this time, and I shook my head that I wasn’t ready yet but she looked at me sadly, “My boss is literally going to kick you out if you don’t order anything,” she said bluntly.“But I am waiting for someone,” I groaned. Repeating this was getting tiring.“Girl, we both know your date is not going to show up, so you either have a wonderful meal or you leave. We need more free tables,” she gave me an intense look.I couldn't leave now, that would be so embarrassing, so I decided to just place an order. I was starting to get hungry anyways. I settled for their chicken pasta and more wine. I needed alcohol in my system to go through this. It didn’t help that I was the only single person here, the rest were all couples and they weren’t scared of going all full on PDA here.By the time I was done and had finished two bottles of wine, I accepted that it was over between us, not t
~NiveaI stomped my feet at the entrance of the house to throw off the mud that had gathered in the sole of my worn-out Nikes. It was barely eight in the morning and I was already so tired from working the midnight 6-hour shift at the luxury bar I was lucky to get a job at. "I'm home!" I called as I entered into the living room to find my Dad seated on his favorite seat, a newspaper clenched in his right hand, but he didn't seem to be focusing on its content, rather his gaze was staring far at the wall, lost in thoughts. Was Dad worrying again? It wasn't good for his health."Oh Nivea, you are back. How was work at the bar today?" My stepmother, Stella, asked as she came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands with a discolored kitchen rag. "It went well," Dropping my voice into a whisper, I sidled closer to her and asked, "Did anything happen again? Why is Dad like that? Hope it's not about Nova?" I asked, my eyes widening in panic. "No no," Stella quickly appeased, seeing the pan
~Nivea I stopped in front of the booming club and quickly gave a look at my surroundings for a familiar face. Seeing none, I went into the huge crowd of people dancing, drinking, and having fun. I had been to a club close to our college twice before with Nova and a group of our friends. And this one wasn't much different from that one which was exactly what I needed. I didn't want to encounter anyone who would recognize me, as I was on a mission here. A mission to taste real passion. Passion I have read about but never got to experience and wash away his disgusting touch from my soul, even if for a moment. Because I was scared I would never be able to permanently remove his stain from my soul, no matter what I did. The pounding music pulled at me to dance but I couldn't. I was in hunting mode and I needed to do it fast before I fell into a disgusting mess of tears and emotional pain. Seeing a lonesome handsome face with blonde hair standing next to the bar, sipping something fr
~Nivea"Nivea! Hurry the fuck up already," Thomas shouted at me from downstairs, while I tried to fix the flimsy excuse for a gown I was wearing, trying to make it more presentable. Concluding it was a lost case, as no matter how much I pulled it down, the length of the hot pink gown kept clinging dangerously close to my butt curve. I left it and walked tentatively downstairs in my six-inch high pink heels. If I bent the wrong way, I was sure I would flash someone, but this was the gown Thomas insisted I wear to his friend's party. "Sorry. I'm here," I apologized, as I stopped next to him, my gaze down, as I waited for the tongue lashing I knew would come next. "There there. Now you look like the attention-seeking slut you truly are. If anyone saw you in this dress, they wouldn't be deceived by your beauty and innocent-looking eyes, instead, every man at the party will be fantasizing on how you will look bent over a hard surface while they fucked you," Thomas said, as he gripped m
~Zane"Hi Zane, looking good," I heard someone say. Probably one of my father's friends or one of their kids. But I couldn't respond to them, as I was trying to avoid someone. Suddenly, I heard that high-pitched scream. "Zane!" Shit! She found me. Slowly, I turned back to see her approach, her tall curvy figure clad in a full-length red dress with spaghetti straps, her auburn hair, primed to wavy perfection from multiple hair products, I was sure. "Hey, Finny," I greeted. "Happy birthday, and congratulations," I finished, shifting slightly on my feet with the desire to leave her presence. "Thanks, darling. But you didn't bring me a gift?" She asked, her full red lipstick-painted lips, pulled into a pout. I stayed silent at the question. The truth was I wasn't here for her. I didn't even want to be here, if not for Dad pressuring me. Dad had informed me that he had something very important to tell me, concerning my working in his company and ultimately inheriting it, and he h