LAYLA OPENED her eyes with a scream.She just had a bad dream—she was being chased by a burly and fully-naked tattooed man in an alleyway—whose whole body including the face and his bald head was covered with tattoos—holding a bloodied knife. She didn’t know if she was injured or wounded in her dream or if that blood belonged to another person, an earlier victim, but fortunately, she woke up at the moment the man had finally caught up with her, brutally grabbing her by the hair.Layla remained lying on the bed, calming herself down. Why would she be dreaming of a man full of tattoos? And why would this man want to kill her? She assumed that he wanted to kill her because he was holding a bloodied knife while chasing her. And the way he grabbed her hair, he didn’t care if her neck would break. Speaking of tattoos, she had a tattoo of two small intertwined tribal hearts at her lower back. But she had been thinking of having it erased as that tattoo was a part of unsavory memories. It jus
LAYLA CAUGHT HER breath and rushed out of her room. She ran down the stairs and went to the living area where she saw Lillian already walking towards the door.“Lillian,” she called her sister, almost in a whisper while hiding in the wooden partition that separated the living room from the dining area. Luckily, Lillian heard her and glanced at her while she continued walking.She signaled for her to stop, and she stopped. Then, she motioned her to come to her.“What?” Lillian asked her as she approached her. One of her sister’s eyebrows was raised, probably perplexed at her agitated appearance. “And why do you look so tense?”She pointed at the door. “Allan,” she said, still in a soft voice.“Allan?”“Allan’s at the door.”Lillian’s eyes widened. “Allan, your ex?” she asked in an alarmed and a bit loud voice. Layla was still was young, around fourteen, at the time of Layla’s relationship with him and she saw very little of Allan then. But in the last few years, he would pop up once in
THE LAST SENTENCE Yssa uttered pricked Layla’s ears like rusty needles. “He threatened to kill you?” she asked her. She felt her all her apprehensions uniting and slowly morphing into anger.“Yes, he did,” Yssa affirmed, her voice still sounding tense.“How?”“He told me that if I knew him, I’d give your number to him,” Yssa elaborated. “That was a threat, wasn’t it? And he said it while looking fiercely at me. And I knew him to be a bully and a violent person and… we know how he hurt you emotionally and physically.”Yes, everyone knows. “He went to the house earlier,” she informed Yssa.“What did he do?” Yssa, sounding alarmed, asked.“In fairness, he didn’t create any trouble,” she stated. “But again, he deceived me. Well, we lied to him first. Lillian told him that I was in a province.”“I would hide from him, too, if I were you,” Yssa declared. “How did he deceive you?”“We thought he had left,” Layla retorted. “But when my Uber arrived and I got out of the house, he was there, ne
WHEN ALLAN SCREAMED Layla’s name and raised his hand, as if wanting to throw the rock at their house, she decided that it was high time she put him in his proper place.She retreated from the broken window.“Call the police!” she told Lillian who was standing beside her mother beside the sofa in the living area, a few feet away from the windows. She ran to the door and got out, ignoring calls from her Lillian and her mother. But when she rushed to the door, she saw Allan already involved in a fisticuff with another man—her brother Cedric.All her blood rushed to her head. “Stop! Stop!” she screamed as she approached the two men fighting, scared that Allan had a knife with him and would use it against her brother, furious that Allan wouldn’t stop harassing her. She grabbed the shirt of Allan at the back and pulled him away from her brother, almost tearing it. He could stab all he wanted but spare her brother or any member of her family. Then, she pushed Allan away from her and towards
UNLIKE ANIKA’S OFFER of a bodyguard, Layla didn’t voice out any immediate objections to the prospect of Ambert helping her again. “What would he do?” she asked Anika instead.And Anika seemed delighted that she didn’t immediately reject it. “Just like what he did with Nancy, he’d talk to him.”“Allan’s probably beyond persuasion.”“You also thought of that about Nancy, didn’t you?”She didn’t reply, but yes, she thought of it, that Nancy would never be persuaded to stop trying to harm her, especially when she had agreed to it.“And where’s Nancy now? You aren’t good friends but at least she’s stopped trying to kill you. And Nancy has a legitimate axe to grind on you. You wronged her. Allan has nothing, he’s just pure evil whose sense of entitlement is bigger than Mount Fuji. If this world is fair and just, it’s you who should be bothering him. It’s him who should be running away from you. It’s you who should be doing the humiliating. Someone should make him realize that. And I assure
AMBERT’S PHONE RANG while he was in car on his way to meet Allan, who according to Anika was a very obnoxious—and quite dangerous—man. He had been harassing not only Layla but also her family, and hearing about it made his blood boil. He looked at his phone and saw an unknown but vaguely familiar number—Layla’s.“Hello,” he answered it.“Hello,” Layla greeted back, and he couldn’t deny that hearing her voice again delighted him. “Sir Ambert?”“Yes, this is Ambert.”“Sir, t-this is Layla,” she replied, stammering a bit.And he already had a guess on why she was calling him. Anika called her an hour ago to tell him that Layla called her in the wee hours of the night to talk about her dream where he was stabbed and apparently killed by Allan. Layla was scared that it would happen in real life—some of her past dreams served as a premonition of bad things to happen— so she wanted him to avoid talking face to face with Allan. A phone call would probably suffice to make a deal with Allan, or
IT WAS A scene every man would be furious to watch.A scene where the woman Ambert loved was having passionate sex with another man.He wanted to shake his head—did he just say the woman he loved? It should be used to love. He banished that thought from his head and continued watching the video, making sure no one else could see or notice it while he was doing so.The muted fifteen-minute video disgusted him but he couldn’t take his eyes off it. He focused on Layla’s face, trying to see if she was enjoying the act. But why wouldn’t she? She was in love with Allan, the man she was in bed with, the man currently seated in front of him, watching him watch the video. Ambert grimaced when he saw Layla biting her lip and closing her eyes while Allan sucked her nipple. They were both completely naked, and when he saw Allan kissing her downwards to her belly, he shut his eyes hard.Enough! he screamed inwardly.Gritting his teeth, he handed back the cell phone to Allan. It was a good thing Al
AMBERT GLANCED AT the side view mirror as they were leaving the parking lot of the restaurant and saw Sadie, still standing beside her car, looking stupefied, but still beautiful with the wind playing gently with her hair. Of course, she should look stumped as was expecting that he’d fall to his knees and obey her and call Allan to get back the check like she had ordered him—and she was surprised that it didn’t happen. They had lots of arguments in the past—some serious, many petty—and the only way these conversations would end was he should acquiesce to her. She only allowed arguments to end if she had won it. CEOs, COOs, VIPs, wealthy, influential people, some of them even crafted government policies that affected millions of people, listened to Ambert, took his advice— but not his girlfriend. He leaned back to his seat and sighed. Looking back, he she seemed to treat her as a subordinate when it came to their relationship.Back at the parking lot, if he was a wily and conniving man