Melissa imagined Molly wailing, just as she did, she imagined her crying and felt relieved. After all, she wasn't the only one that suffered from the unexpected breakup.
No matter now the tattoo melted her heart, Melissa couldn't just get herself to imagine been in love with Molly again. During the past weeks, she had learned so many things, especially how to hate people she wants out of her mind.Those people include Molly, her father, and Williams. But since she had been on good terms with Nicolas lately, she figured out hating them will never make things right, but giving them time to prove them wrong would be a fresh start.
It was through that she
Locating Wabash Avenue UNIT seems difficult than Melissa could imagine, she had never gone too far from her apartment in Orrington Avenue in Illinois. It had been on rare occasions that she went to nice places like Ryan and Molly's neighborhood and she had never gone alone, especially not on the first day. Meanwhile, Williams had refused to do anything yet. Since he knew his mysterious redhead dancer would soon arrive and he couldn't stop thinking about Melissa, maybe sending her back would be a perfect idea. Even if he sent her back, it still wouldn't change the fact that he is in love with her and he couldn't help the bad fact that had been calling her every day her father. He imagines how terrible she would feel when she realizes that her father wants nothing to do with her at the moment. He went as far as reaching him in Oklahoma, where he now wants to start a new family. "Melissa
The afternoon was a warm one for the redhead, She had returned from her lecture for the day and decided to rest before going to dance for her second boss, Michael. Lately, Melissa had been working too hard, at times she would go to lecture in the morning, and her ballet practice in the evening. Since she now works for only the two brothers, she gets three days off the week, but when she has to dance, she makes sure she never misses any of her chores. Her studies were not excluded, she made sure she stays up late to finish her assignments. She wouldn't want to lose her scholarship even if it wasn't a full one, but at least, it helps her out of the cruel street of Oklahoma or Illinois, dealing drugs or having sex at the back of people's windows. As she lay on the bed, focused on her laptop, getting the answers for her assignment doesn't seem to be much of a problem. She just read it, think a
Williams stood transfixed, watching Karen like a ghost. His fist clenched as he walked close to her, no one noticed, not one person bothered to even stop him when they noticed but it wasn't too late to save someone's life."What did you do?" Williams grabbed her neck "Bitch! ".His eyes were dark, mean, and evil, They had lost all the loveable traits Melissa saw minutes ago. The smirk on his face made him tighten his grip as he hurled her to the wall." I hate to mishandle women," he said through clenched teeth as he stomps around the room, the feet making heavy noise.Melissa stood confused, she doesn't know if she should be worried about Karen's Smirk or Williams squeezing the life out of the blonde." I won't ask you again, Karen" It came out roughly, more like a threat than a sentence.As a wild man would have thought, Williams added something together and noticed something strange, Ka
The ride back to his house should be what everyone excepts, Williams kept bumping on people as he exits the building. A drunk middle-aged man stumbled upon him, waiting for the worst reaction maybe like a punch in his face but Williams ignored it. "Count yourself lucky Old Man" The man look at his strong back frame, a wide smile spread across his face as he brings out a small bottle of alcohol from his pocket and drinks from it. His facial expressions could tell he has a lot going on in his mind. "Ho- holy fuc- craps. When I was your age" He stutters and staggers into the direction of one of the rooms in the flat "I was as hot as you and all the girls back then in high school use to wave their panties for me". His hands fumbles as he attempts to put the key into the keyhole. He brought up the key to his eye level, licked it, and put it back, this time it went all the way in. &
Another boring day at college might be the therapy for all of this recent infatuation. The sociology call was boring, one could tell Melissa had no idea what the topic was as the lecturer summarized the last sub-topic. Many of her classmates stare at her all through the class, they just had their eyes on her. Maybe it's because of the way Williams had been looking at her, he would call her, touch her and sometimes seize her pen like a high school crush. Melissa quickly arranged her book in her locker as she, neatly placing each one of them accordingly to the size. On looking at her watch, she discovered it's few minutes to her ballet practice, and instead of going to her apartment, she should just go practice. She felt like a goddess, an angry goddess when noticed Williams running after her to the changing room. Melissa thinks it would be cool if she spend some time practicing alone till the rest arrives.
The room seems to be like an office setting with a bed at the corner. Surprisingly, most of his properties were expensive, they looked more expensive than the room itself. Three computers were neatly arranged on a brown table in another corner of the room. Funny enough, it seems far from where she had been dancing. Michael stood in the middle of the room, shirtless. His hands folded behind him and his signature smile was on his face as he watch Melissa dance tiredly. "You don't have to do this, Melissa," Michael said the same phase for the fifth time. As usual, Melissa would look at him, sigh, and continue dancing. If it wasn't that she need the money and she had missed his first dance, she would have begged him to dance another day. "Melissa, you have stressed yourself so much today" Michael walk to her, he pulled her
"What are you talking about?" Melissa asked confusion written all over her face as Michael ignore her and walks to the bed at the corner. "Come here" Melissa's eyes grow wide like they would pop out any moment soon. She moved back pressing herself against the door as she broke down, crying bitterly. "Michael this is not you doing this" she tried to convince him. "Do you think I am a psychic or what?" Michael lay with his back flat on the bed, both hands tucked below his head as he smile "You know I am not drunk". Melissa didn't bother answering, she just watches around the room if she could see anywhere he had left the key. It didn't take long before she saw it, placed alone on the bed stand that he was on. How could he have locked the door and kept the key that far and she never noticed?&nbs
Everything else happen to like it was in a movie. Melissa heard the door burst open as four men in a Black suit walked in, they grabbed Michael away from Melissa and waited for the last person, who seems to be hiding his face from her. The four men look huge, their visible skin was covered with tattoos from their wrist to neck. The black suits looked like it was too tight and was strangling them. But still, they looked void, not peaceful, not angry, no emotions at all as they stood at their various spots. Two of the men in black were still holding Michael who had a disgusting smirk on his face while the remaining two stood behind the last man, holding black stuffed objects. The last man seems angry as she was yelling before he got close, he removed his watch, rings, and necklaces. One of the remaining two quickly collected them from