The doorbell rings, reclaiming me from ebbing into the bewitching magnetism of his beguiling lips again. My impulse of Ajay being connected to this adversity got him to dive deeper into thoughts, perhaps trying to ponder the potential authenticity of my perceptions. Well, since my mind seems almost so certain that that monster is the mastermind of all this, I thought it wise to just ricochet my eyes around the gorgeous features of the portrayal before me. A bad idea, I would say. How even did I manage to keep him as just a friend? And how long was this friendship of ours?"Knowing that monster, I can't vouch that he couldn't have done this. What I find difficult to decipher is his ulterior motive to do this. I can't think of anything that would make him do this." Deep speaks."I know. I can't wrap my finger around that too. But my impulses are so strongly compelling. This is beyond coincidence." I affirm."Okay. We wi..." He starts, but the doorbell rings again countless times, cuttin
"So, please tell us your relation to the Silvanos, Mr Anold!" The reporter asks the so-called Mr Anold Morris."As I said, my name is Anold Morris. I am the brother of Agnes Silvano! The only relative of the deceased."Shoot!I slum to the seat, my brain and body refusing to believe that statement. Every single nerve in me is battling with all the mighty to thwart that sentiment of him being my what, as in, my uncle? Freaking hell, NO! That can't be!This is another one of his lies, right?"I have decided to turn to the media today because my heart can no longer abide this burden of grief anymore."Ooh, give me a fucking break? Does he know what the word grief means? And burden? If he doesn't have a heart or a conscience, how can he be burned?He then continues, his ugly eyes being so stern on the screen. Not even the continuously blinding glints of the cameras can terrorize them. He is well set for his goal which seems so vague to me."More to my grief is the load of a letdown from t
Life sure has no mercy! I feel disgruntled at everything, my pathetic unfortunate self included. The devil has surely made a pact with fate to screw me, and the heavens have always had their doors latched for me. I am all alone in this quagmire. I feel so forfeited, and vague, and powerless, and above all, empty!How can life be so cruel? What did I ever do in the past for the heavens to castigate me this way, huh? My parents got annihilated. The killer is walking free and on top of the nation, cloaking himself as the fucking savior while my parents can't even be buried yet. My only sibling is missing and I don't know where to start looking. Ooh, well, I think I have an idea, but how do I do that? How can I face that monster now?My uncle?! My fucking uncle!My nightmare, the monster I loath with all my heart, the man who took my purity, the dog that deflowered me in the cruellest way and kept on abusing me sexually over and over again and again, turns out to be my uncle? That's the
I finally pull away from his embrace after ages. It feels so heavenly and safe being in his arms. It's the most safest place I know so far. It must be somewhere around afternoon, presumably.I feel better. I feel sober. I feel relieved. My head and heart feel lighter now. I'm still in thoughts and still torn between decisions, yes, but this is an innocuous feeling I haven't had ever since I woke in this cruel life. Maybe I just needed to sob on his shoulder to be relieved off of all that guilt. Maybe I just needed to hear someone whisper to me those beautiful solacing words he just told me- that I am blameless on this abomination. That I don't need to kill myself over it. That it wasn't in any way my fault.You know what? He is perfectly right. I didn't intend for that to happen. God knows how I scorned myself for being fucked by an abhorrent monster like him even without knowing he was actually my uncle. I at this juncture thank the heavens that I wasn't cognizant that we were bloo
We stroll downstairs hand in hand, the fervor of the savage kissing still burning my face. I bet I am all rosy. I know this may sound crazy, but I feel so good having kissed this man. His kiss is like an antidote to my sorrows. It leaves me so fresh. I feel so raw, and invigorated, like I can now face the world. At the sitting room racks an awfully indignant figure of inspector Dan. I can tell from afar that things did not flare glossy on him where he sprinted to a few hours ago. I hope this isn't about this monster again. But then again, how cliche can that absurd hope of mine be? It's like everything now is about this monster. Everything in the world is orbiting around that cursed monster."What's up?" Deep asks the disgruntled Dan as we rack in front of him.He opens his mouth to enunciate something, but a single glare at us, his mouth hang agape, his eyes doing the talking. We swap a glance with Deep. I am satisfactorily pinned to his hip, his hand sheathing around my waist, and
Deep serves us a mind-blowing sweet coffee to hopefully calm us down. The aroma is so fetching. It smells sweet even from afar. Taking my mug, I blow it continually until my senses are contented that my mouth will be safe. I take a sip, and men, I mean, girl, I had to shut my eyes as I savor its luscious soothing flavor as it soothes the raw walls of my throat all the way down. I also recall licking my lips to accentuate my pleasure. I don't think I have ever sampled something like this. So sweet and soothing!Taking another sip, a faint satisfactory moan unintentionally breaks out of my lips. But I don't mind anyway. I am thrilled. It's not an offence to let the chef know just how sweet he is. When hasn't he been terrific anyway? Damn! Why is he soo... I peel my eyes, yearning for another sip if not gulping down the remnants in the mug in a go, but my cravings are halted by the oglings of the two pairs of eyes. What did I do that usurped their scrutiny like this?"W.hat?" I query.
"Please, understand that this is the only way. I am the only one who can put an end to this monster. To this mystery! Deep, please." I beg, for a thousandth time, and for a thousandth time, he howls the same answer."NO!" His voice reverberates to all the corners of this huge room with a rebounded echo. I had to close my ears for their own safety.It's been hours! Yes, hours! It's almost five o'clock in the evening. We have howled at each other, taken commercials, tried calming down and resumed this conversation again and again, but still, it's hitting a dead end. He is one stubborn ass, and I am trying my best best to play the reasonable one, but stubbornness is also in my blood. No one is willing to bow down. None is willing to submit. Once again, I try to calm my demons down while he charges his, presumably. I take a deep breath which I don't think is helping at all, and speak as calmly as I can manage."You have to...""I said, no, Ella! Period!" He squeals even before I can say
"Like I said earlier," I start, Deep gripping my hand as if soliciting with me not to enunciate what he already knows. I dismiss his exotic gesture and continue, "Ajay is a vicious treacherous devil. He is cunning. We have no idea what his next move will be or when, but we at least have a surmise of what he wants. He is a ticking bomb right now that will explode any minute. We will give him what he wants before he explodes because that will bring total doom." I finish, with Deep's hand almost breaking mine from his beastly grip, his hand trembling on mine. He doesn't know he is beginning to hurt me. His fear of my plan is taking a tall one on him."I still don't understand." Dan speaks.It's not that he doesn't discern what I am explaining. I didn't speak in parables or tongues. He is just in denial that I am actually suggesting this. However insane my suggestion sounds, sacrifices are parts and parcels of our lives, I believe, and this is worth it. All the lives that have been oblit