LOGINI stepped out of the guest room in a black hoodie and a blue sweatpants, to find them seated in the living room, waiting for me, I guess I took a longer time trying to get the stench of that fool and his touch off my body. How could two misfortune happen in one night? Once they say me, they stood to their feet’s. Alfred’s eyes still scanning body for any marks, I could tell he felt guilty with the way his eyes couldn’t stay off me. No matter how many times I tell him that it wasn’t his fault, he still doesn’t believe me. “It’s not safe for you here” he says immediately. Where else would be safer for me than in a house that I grew up in, surrounded by men who would lay down their lives for me. “We should move to another place” he adds pacing the room. I sit down on the sofa and cross my legs, “Why would I want to do that?” I replied. He looked at me confused, moving out a very reasonable decision but this house has been with my family for years. I grew up in thi
How could she? She never wanted to give me the answer, she was just toying with me till the end. I stared at her body on the ground, how could I have missed it. I thought I was close, I thought I had stricken fear into her heart, I could see in her eyes, the way she was terrified when I brought up her son. She was ready to tell me anything, what could have happened? How could she have changed her mind and just a second, it was just me and Beck that was here, no one else. Where the hell could she have found the courage to choose death instead of telling the truth. I know I wouldn’t spare her life after what she did, I don’t care if she believed I would, but that, that was enough reason to… “Fuck!” I screamed. I was back to square one, the only fucking clue I had to find it the truth about my grandfather’s death, was right in front of me, with her brain splattered all over the place. I turned away. I take a long bath scrubbing the blood off my body, the cold wat
I return to the room after eight long dragging hours, the kind that stretch your mind thin, and I find her all bloodied, her fingers twisted and nails pulled out like tiny petals ripped from a dying flower. Her face swollen beyond recognition, one eye barely open, a busted lip leaking slow lines of red. Cuts and bruises everywhere, like someone painted her body with violence. It wasn’t long ago when I heard her last scream echoing off the concrete walls, fading into the darkness like she was giving up piece by piece. I told her it wasn’t going to be easy. She didn’t believe me then. Her head hangs low against her right shoulder now, neck too weak to hold anything up. She could barely see through the puffiness and dried blood, but when her eyes catch the sight of a perfectly set pair of red heels clicking on the floor, she knows it’s me approaching. “Make it stop,” she whispers, her voice almost gone, body dangling from the chains, and anymore pressure her head could just come
I never thought I would see the woman who raised me when I was a child, neither did she expect to see me. So imagine the shock on my face too. She was considered as my second mother after the death of my mother. I remember her always being there for me, taking care of me, picking me up from school, how excited I used to be when she made my favorite meal. She was considered family. Why would she do such a thing? “Nanny” I called in shock. She looked at me with a bit of guilt in her eyes, with regrets, now my questions had multiplied. After I left for my studies, I was barely able to reach any one in the estate. Never would I have expected that it would be her. I could think of a dozen people who tried to kill my grandfather and she would never be on the list. “Why?” I asked. She looked away from me focusing on the ropes around her body, wriggling with it. “Why would you do such a thing?” I demanded but she kept quiet. “Who ordered you to do it?” I asked further.
Liliac “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you push him out like that” I confronted him, emerging in front of him with my hands on my waist. He pauses, looking away from me. “Alfred?” I demanded. “I don’t like other guys around you” he reported still looking away. I should be pissed but instead I was thrilled, I almost let out a smile. “Why is that? Is it because you are jealous?” I teased him further, since he could barely look at me then I might as well make him feel shy. “Yes” he replied catching my gaze in an instant. I froze, I hadn’t expecting him to admit it, I expected him to be all professional about it and tell me about the dangers of people being around me. Especially since he has been denying for the past few days. “You” “I don’t like seeing anyone around you either” he added, his eyes burning with desire that I have never seen before. “Why?” I smiled, “Do you want to lock me up like a prisoner so that no one would be around me except you”
I stepped out in a black dress to meet Milt waiting at the base of the stairs, standing outside staring at me was Alfred with his arms folded and a grumpy look on his face. He had tried several attempts to stop this dinner but failed. I could almost laugh at him for acting like he wasn’t jealous over the date, it was clearly obvious, he tries to deny it each time thinking that his face doesn’t show how he feels sometimes. Funny that I have a degree in reading faces. “You look lovely” Milt caught my attention, I smiled at him as I walked down the stairs to him. “Thank you” I responded, “You look good too” “I try my best, my sister is the fashionista of the family” he answered. He wore a black shirt and brown trousers, he stretch his arms and I held unto them until he led me to the car. “You have a sister, I thought you were an only child” I stated. “A step sister, born 5 years after me” he laughed as he pressed his fingers on the wheel. Most people hated thier step







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