Jasmine. Axel had left after they had a steamy goodbye session, Jasmine was left alone with her thoughts and she was by herself. She opened her eyes and rolled them, she squinted. She had no idea how long she had slept for or how long he had been there. No idea of the next thing to do. Naked on her bed, she rubbed her legs and shook her head, Jasmine yawned as though she had ran miles and miles.She was in her bed, wrapped up. She remembered how steamy the session was and how she loved it. He went on and on and she couldn't take enough of it. Jasmine may have pushed him away but a side of her wanted him still He took her to the shower and ran a bath for her, it was so relieving for her. She loved it, she barely remembered but it was something. 'It was the last huh?' She asked as she tucked her hair and sighed. "Why is that?" She suddenly felt empty after all that she had done and been through. "Even him, he has left me with no one!" She added as she itched her hair hard. She seemed
Jasmine. The following morning. "Hi, it's so nice to meet you." 'Is that okay to say to him?' It had been a long while since she went on a date, an official one. It was time that she moved on from Axel, Her fiancée and everything else that was left. 'A new beginning, I need that. I should maybe cut my hair and dye it white. You know it would be a good thing.' She tried to convince herself as she tried on different gowns that she wore. From the pink polka dots gown that stayed in her wardrobe for ages, to the brown gown that seemed to be outdated. A pile of clothes that she checked and rated all stood there like a mountain. 'This is hard' She said internally, as she sighed and held the clothes up. "Why is it hard?" She asked herself again this time Jasmine voiced out. She paced over and over, with different thoughts, she was excited to her guts, she wanted a new thing and it landed right in front of her. What more could she ask for? She rolled her eyes and threw herself on t
Axel. Two days after."You are already leaving? I thought you said you would leave by Friday, today is still Wednesday, why the rush?" Wesley who was unprepared and unready for Axel and his ways of disappearing. He rolled his eyes and folded his hands."You aren't my wife, you are my second in command and I don't like popping in and living and you know that!" Axel added as he adjusted his shirt and looked at his watch."Yes, but you are my concern, I know you can trust me with the hotels and the clubs and the bakeries and all that but the goons and the fights, I can only fight in my demon mode. But this is huge!" Wesley explained in detail but Axel did nothing but laugh hysterically."You have done this before so what's the problem?" Axel found it rather funny and unexpected. Wesley isn't like this, he is never like this but for some reason he wants to be like that. Axel, who was in his office, sat down and looked at him. His files were packed and some clothes."It's quite differen
Jasmine. "Hey love, we are going somewhere." Joe said as his men came to assist Jasmine who seemed liveless already, she had gone through different ordeals, from being raped to being tortured all because of some little mafia deal. She was in the middle of the men. She raised her eyes that were heavy and tired. Her back was arched and curved. She didn't know how to react or what to do. Her body had marks and stretches, the torture all ended the night before but they still hurt."Dress her up nicely, she has somewhere to be and don't touch or take care of her wounds." Joe ordered. Jasmine raised her head and looked at Joe, her breathing was paced and she was naked still. She took one step after the other as she went on being assisted by two ladies.They wore her dress, she squinted and moved and made noises but she was too weak to sound or to even talk. They gave a free gown, so it wouldn't hurt her. They all read her and had pity looks. They shook their heads and they were still gent
Axel. "Why don't you come down here and let's talk?" Axel asked as he stood up and held his bat once again.'I will finish this mother , even if it's the last thing I do. He knew Jasmine would be fine and okay, but the rage that he had in him was so much that he needed more time and to deal with him properly.'"When you always disappeared with her. That is wrong, that is totally wrong." Joe said and Axel got bored. He closed his eyes and appeared where Joe was.Joe's eyes widened. His men left in seconds. He tried to grab something to defend himself with but there was nothing close or nearby."Hey, stay away. Back off." He screamed like a five year old. Axel scoffed and hit him with the bat, he glared his eyes at Joe who was being an asshole. "Oh" He coughed out blood and landed on the floor. The wires all got tangled on his hands and legs. Axel barely did anything."We will meet in hell and you will suffer more!" He threatened and hit him again with the bat, he did that over and ove
"Check the chicken in the oven!" Her mum brought her attention back to reality. Seated on the sofa with her head buried in her phone, her legs were crossed in her favorite position of a couch potato."Oh!" She stood up precipitously, she dropped her phone in seconds and headed to the kitchen. With her hair in a messy bun, she squinted her eyes and went to look at the oven and crouched. She tried to guess if the chicken was fully ready. "Are you really ready?" With her arms folded; she asked herself as though the chicken would reply."Oh will you stop the shenanigans and set the dinner table?" Her mum said with a crooked nose."Oh, this isn't shenanigans. I was just making sure it was really ready, I don't want it half done at all!" Jasmine unwrapped her arms and did the x sign."Yeah, like it's one of your soon to be patients right?" Her mum smiled as she made reference to Jasmine being a psychologist even if she hadn't gotten a job yet, she could see how serious her daughter was."
She closed her eyes and shivers, her breath was cut short. Not a thought was in her mind. Her world shattered into pieces “Mum!” She yelled out, the moment she heard the gunshot, her body was filled with the splashes of her mum’s blood.Mum! She cried out for the second time.‘Why did you shoot her?” The robber who was holding Jasmine lost his grip as she ran to her mum; she couldn’t explain where the strength came from. Her lifeless mum was on the table, her eyes were closed. Jasmine ran up to her ignoring the robbers as though they couldn’t kill her in seconds. “Why did you kill her?” The robber asked his fellow, unexpected and unplanned, what the gunshot was. “She made me angry! Are you not angry? We wasted so much gas and energy on the likes of them and you don’t want me to exert my anger. Are you fucking insane?”He stomped his foot and pointed the gun to Jasmine’s mum.“We don’t take lives, you wasted her. Even if we kidnapped her we would have made some money!” His fellow e
JasmineJasmine got home late, around 11pm. The bus night ride was like yesterday, the day before that and the day before that, everyday since her mother died, she never entered the car, it reminded her of her mum the most, it was a birthday gift from her mum, even if it was a hand me down from her own father to her mother then to her. It still felt illegal to ride in it.It carried so much history and memories, like the stains of coffee from the first time she and her mum went to a burger hut. Or the shaky seat belt that made funny noises whenever she tried to use it, or how she and her mum would dance to the old cassette music from the late 90's. It was their own bonding time and she hated how much it hung around her even after her death. She was supposed to move on but no one is teaching her how to.She walked on the stairs slowly, her hair was in a messy bun not the kind that is intentional, her jeans seemed unwashed for months. Her top had stains; coffee stains not from yesterda