"Why? What happened?" I ask, wondering why I was concerned about the life of someone who was ready to sell me to a killer. "He's not answering his phone and when I tried tracking his phone, it's showing that he's tracker is disabled, and that's not possible because he had no idea that there was a tracker on his phone." Kate rambles. "Why is there a tracker on his phone?" I ask, my interest piqued at the absurdity of her statement. "Of all the things I said and all you heard was the tracker on his phone. I knew you were selfish, but I didn't think it would be to the extent where you wish your own father death." Kate says in a defensive tone, successfully diverting my attention from my earlier question. "Have you reported this to cops?" I ask, thinking of what to do in this situation. "No. Why would I? What if his kidnappers reach out to us? Won't we be putting his life in danger by contacting the cops? Do you really want him to die?" Kate asks in a cruel tone. "I really don't kno
A shiver runs through me for what seems to be the 100th time since I hid under this table. I wait and wait for what seems like hours but is probably just minutes for the door knob to turn and for the door to be pushed open but neither happens. The footsteps that seemed to have been coming towards the door could not be heard anymore. I refuse to step out from under the table to lay on the bed, even when my neck starts hurting and my back starts aching. After an hour or two, I start to doze off, and the first few times I wake up with a start, banging my head on the roof of the table. I really don't understand why I can fall asleep in this kind of dangerous situation. With my head on my knees, I eventually give in and fall asleep right there. I don't wake up till I feel myself being lifted from under the table and placed softly on the bed. "Stubborn girl." A voice says from beside me, but before I can decipher who the voice belongs to I'm lulled back into a deep dreamless sleep. Whe
I read and reread the contents of the message sent to me and I wonder what I can do to save Ashley. The message which was sent by Roman contained a link to a school publication which explained that Ashley, my best friend, might face expulsion for the amount of drugs found in her possession l. The strange thing was that there was no mention of me as her roommate. Normally according to the school rules, if drugs are found in any room, both students staying in the room will be implicated, irrespective of who owned the drugs. My suspension was already over, and seeing as this was the weekend, I knew I had to return to school tomorrow. Even if right now no one is saying anything about me, I know by tomorrow they will because then I will be in their line of sight. I bite my lips in anger, before texting Roman; "what do you want me to do?" "I don't know. What do you think you should stop doing, princess?" His reply came in very fast like he had been holding his phone waiting for my respo
"Hey!" A voice calls from very far away. "Hey!" The voice calls again and this time it sounds closer. I try to respond but find out I can't. I know I shouldn't just give up like that, but it's damn hard not to. I'm tired and exhausted and just at the brink of totally losing consciousness, the janitor's closet is pulled open and air comes rushing into my lungs. I breathe in very fast as though if I pause for a moment, the air will be taken away from me. I feel someone's arms on me, the person pulls me out of the closet and towards a room at the edge of the brightly lit hallway which seems to be affecting my eyes. The person softly pushes me to lay on the bed and places a light blanket over me before offering me water. After some time, I start to regain myself, and I start to look around my environment. I take stock of the room which is so prettily designed in pink and I sigh dreamily. I turn towards the girl who had saved me and I almost fall on my knees in gratitude. "Thank yo
"Congratulations then on your engagement." I say with a really cold smile.Trisha lets out an annoyed huff when, instead of fawning over her, I pivot and settle down on the chair in front of me.I tune their conversation out, nursing my broken heart with my glass of wine. I feel Roman's arm on the back of my chair, but I refuse to acknowledge it or him for that matter. I sip my drink in silence, nodding and smiling with the guests when necessary but never indulging in any form of conversation with them. I was there as a secretary, and I will damn well make sure I do only my job description, which in Roman's words was to sit there beside him and look pretty. I wonder how it works. I wonder how a person can treat me like a princess, and even call me exactly that but still has a fiancée and doesn't tell me. Could this all be a joke to him? Does he even care about my feelings?I recognise some people from the last ball I had attended with Roman at his father's house, not that it could b
Trisha. In all her annoying glory stares back at me with barely concealed anger. I look back at her already coming up with various theories as to why she would be here looking for me. "How long has she been waiting for me?" I ask the girl at the front desk. She stops typing on her phone for a second to look at me, "I don't really know. But she's been here for like thirty minutes." I nod in response. I had been right. This girl had done research on me while we were still at that stupid event and found out where I stayed. She probably rushed down here immediately I left with Roman and also most likely already knows that I went out with Roman. Her supposed fiancé. When I walk towards her direction, she probably feels like she has won the lottery or something. She has a little victorious smirk on her face probably from getting me to do her bidding. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Ms Aella." Trisha says with her nose in the air. "How can I help you, Trisha?" I ask, going straight
"Oh my God. This feels like a betrayal of our friendship." Ashley says, collapsing on her bed. "Well, it's not." I manage to croak out. "Then why are you not saying anything, and why are you looking at me like I've two heads on my shoulder." Ashley says, burying her face in her palms. "I'm just shocked, that's all." I say genuinely. The truth is that Travis had never done anything particularly wrong to us. We disliked him on sight due to all the stories we've been hearing about him and also because of the little run-in we had with him the other day when he called me a 'teasing slut'. "But he has a girlfriend, Ash." I say to her, trying to be the voice of reason. "He says they're broken up." Ashley says with a look on her face that tells me she doesn't believe that bullshit even for one minute. "But……?" I say, trying to get her to tell me the other side of the story. "But of course I don't believe that bullshit. He's been with Keisha since the beginning of time, why would he lea
"Hey." Lily greets with a smile like we hadn't just seen ourselves out in the down floor. "Hey." I greet back in a voice I pray is not evident of my fear. "I'm sorry for the way I responded to you earlier, I shouldn't have snapped at you. I brought this for you to show you how sincere I am." Lily says while bringing forward the arm that was behind her back. It turns out she was just holding some flowers which had been packaged neatly in a transparent pack. They were roses. I didn't particular hate roses but I sure didn't like them. They made me remember my mom a lot. The last time I was at her graveside, there was an unhealthy number of roses laying on her coffin. I preferred irises. Which Roman had guessed correctly on his first try. "Thank you very much Lily. And don't beat yourself up for it, everyone has a sore spot they wouldn't want others prodding at. And thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful." I say all this with a very huge smile that I do not feel inside. She vi