Nikki
I glance in the bathroom mirror from the restaurant we are currently having dinner at. Gently, I touch the bruises on my throat. I can still feel his fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing it tight and fucking me into oblivion.
God, that felt good.
I study the slowly darkening marks and cover them up with a bit of powder. Although I don't mind how rough Kian got, I am not really jumping at the opportunity to show a stranger. People might misread it as abuse and call the cops
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Kian "Come on man! Live a little, let’s go to Red and Black!" Luuk slams his arm down around my shoulder, raising his glass of whiskey to the air, like he wants to give it a high five. He looks at me expectantly, impatient and cocky. "We haven’t been out in ages; I'm beginning to think my brother lost his taste for intoxicated blood." He continues. The fucker is getting on my nerves more and more. Grunting, I push him away. "Get the fuck off me, Luuk."
Nikki - 2,5 months later I glance at my watch, counting the minutes until my shift ends and I can go home to check on my father. His mental health always plunges into the deep end around this time of year, when my mother left the both of us so many years ago. ‘Twelve more minutes.’ I think as I start cleaning up the table from the costumers that just paid and left the little coffee shop I work at. It's a cute little place and I am happy I got a half decent job. My mind drifts back to m
Nikki I walk outside and pick up the phone. A sense of worry now edging the otherwise fun night I am having. "Dad, what's up?" "Bafy, Caan you coome hoome flease. I need you to coome hoome bafy." My father answers, slurring his words and I can practically smell the alcohol through the phone. I’m getting sick and tired of havin
Kian I pace through the tiny apartment this man calls home. It's located in the poorer side of Tilburg. The inside is just as desolate as the outside. The dirty dishes are still in the sink, while dusty and stained curtains hang along the windows. In the living room is a green sofa littered with cigarette burns. An old flat screen TV hangs from one wall and a worn-out wooden coffee table sits abjectly in the center of it all. The only decent things in this apartment are definitely a wo
Nikki The Maserati eats up the road it travels over. The seats are comfortable and soft jazz music infused with electronic beats plays on the background. I haven't said a word since my outburst against him, afraid of him following up on his threat. But there is also some weird fucked up curiosity how he possibly could be worse than he is right now. I glance at him through the corners of my eyes. He is focused, zigzagging through the slow-moving traffic as he ignores red lights and police cars. It's like he owns the city we are driving through.
Kian The elevator hurries up the tower towards my floor. Nikki stands in the corner, white knuckling the railing on the wall of the elevator with big frightful eyes. It’s adorable how she has this irrational fear of the elevator and somehow has already relaxed around me. I know I should probably feel guilty about the way I snatched her away from her home, threatened her father and threatened her. I should feel guilty how I pulled her into a trance, because I wanted to know if she taste
Nikki A soft knock sounds on the door, ripping me from the light sleep I was in. The sound alarming me instantly and I brace myself, guarded by the two big pillows and a blanket. The door opens slowly, creaking with every inch it moves and a familiar blond head pops out from behind it. "Nikki, hey. How's my favorite barista?" Eamon sings out and swings the door completely open. "What the heck! What are you doing here?" I ask, staring at him. Of all the people I expected to come and che
ikki Kian turns on his heels. He wears a goofy grin on his face and walks towards the door. He glances once more at me and twists the handle, opening the door and disappearing into the hallway. His mother’s into the room almost immediately after, She pauses in the middle of the room. "You ready?" She says curt, but with a smile on her face.