5.Davis

Celia

It is not until our little Cayden started to play with a lighter he managed to grab from an array in the mall, I feared Alexander the brute. He said he will get me no matter what. There's no way in the hell I'm gonna listen to my heart no matter how consuming and intoxicating his thoughts were. No, nothing happens to my family. Of course. What am I? He won't do anything like that for a girl like me. It doesn't mean I'll just fall into his laps. 

    You don't want to wonder, don't want to wait, don't want to expect, but your heart does all, or is it the mind playing games? Never did I imagined that I would be so affected by the ticking sound of a lighter. Even while picking the groceries, I was thinking about his rough hands and wicked smile. This is what happened with Garrett Green. He started to fill my head then my heart and I just opened him my body and soul just to find he has nothing to do with anything but my womanhood. Then why those sweet talks, fake promises, and pretending jealous? He could've just asked me that he wanted to sleep with me as Alexander did. But Garrett came with a mask of love and affection. I am the woman who didn't trust her only friend she got in the entire hospital. Literally, Lillian knows nothing about me. But Garrett does. 

      I shared the most sabotaging secret of my life - my twin, Cayden's death. About how I shut the world until Sasha found me. She was four months pregnant with Cayden's baby. They became a reason for my existence. And then the kid was born. We named him after his father, little Cayden. He was a premature baby born underweight. He survived many critical conditions and still laughed, played with my hand with his little fingers. That's how I know life always has a way amidst the affliction. But no matter how much you overcome, how much you forgot, the scars stay and memories haunt.         

    Speaking of the devil, someone addressed me with Miss. Davis. "It's just Celia.", I corrected. How can I ever run away from what's behind me? The fact that I'm Celia Davis, daughter of Jonathan Davis can't be changed. If there should be a reason to marry, for me here it is. I wanna change my last name. I passed through LCD TVs were some news buzz has been playing. 

     The picture of two gentlemen shaking their hands caught me, Jonathan Davis and Alexander King. Seems like they signed up a partnership for something. The news, sound, indistinctive speeches, nothing goes in my head. Shudder passed through my spine as I looked at little Cayden jumping around. The man who is planning to fuck me has ties with my father. This a fate's trap.' Don't let his charms, touch take you down, Celia. You and Sasha might lose the little one.' God gave me another reason to avoid this man as much as my body decides otherwise.

    The straining present and disturbing past make me want to run away leaving everything behind. I would've done the same if I were alone. Exactly during times like these, we all wish for a miracle to happen where you found yourself wealthy, sound, and safe. I wish I had one too. I strolled with my weary legs. I don't know when did I reach this far on this cold night. The morning events got the best of me, I guess. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I looked at every step my boots made until I hit something hard.

    A faint scent smell hit my nose and I was about to fall but a large hand caught my elbow and draw me closer. What the hell! Argh! How come he is here? " What a surprise, doc." He said with a smirk. 

    The husky man who is tempting with his smile soon turned into that man in a suit shaking hands with Jonathan Davis. I could no more think of the rough hands, evil smile, or what they could do to me. I've to run away from this man. I need to. But the body is a traitor. It's like my legs are glued to the ground. Why aren't they moving? 'Cause I was technically in his arms. "Leave." I demanded mastering some courage.

    He sneered, just sneered.

    "Leave or I'll scream."

    He drew his face more closely," Oh doc, I want nothing more." 

    I struggled hard but one of his hand snatched my waist and the other held my wrists and his lips crashed mine. A squeal escaped my mouth as he started to plunder my lips. He caught my lower lip between his teeth biting it hard and I screamed from the immense pain. "Don't, please."

    He didn't listen and kissed me violently. All my protests have gone vain before his strength. When he is done, he bit my earlobe saying,"You don't run from me, Celia. I'll see you soon." 

    I stood there shivering in the cold at the same time missing the warmth. He and his car fled away leaving me like this. My lower lip started to bleed and his voice started to drum in my ears.