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
The place was dark and stuffy, the only way air could penetrate is the small square at the ceiling, not bigger than a laptop. That only space seems to be the only source of light and a person would hardly see the face of the next person. It was also silent, dead silent that all that could be heard is the slow humming of a weird song coming from the darkest edge of the cell-like room. The noise of chains and unlocking was heard, disturbing the peace of the lonely jailbird. Well, not for much, the song stopped for a few seconds and continued after a while. "Hello, Brother," The prisoner said from the corner cell, sounds of dangling chains filled the room then stopped "What will you tell father?" "Hit the light" Was the order that came from the second voice and immediately, the room was given light, Williams the second v
The night is cold and the sky is full of bright stars, they looked like silver birds shining in the darkness. The evening breeze seems rough as it looks like it would rain. Williams stood on the balcony, overlooking the activities going on in the compound. Few men in black stood like a statue at the entrance, each standing in the dark with their hands across their backs. In the middle, more men and few women including Rosie were spotted, doing different things but still seems to be alert about the surrounding region. Some were standing like wooden images, some seated, but not talking to each other, some just staring at the void, while the rest looked like they were under spell, just glued to a spot, staring at the entrance. A lady walked in with a bucket of champagne and a cup. She was dressed in a plain light blue dress, her short blue-dyed hair was neatly combed and she had a sweet smile plastered
The worst way to get of bed on a Monday morning is to roll off the bed. Melissa had forgotten that she had been with Williams in his house and had not gone home. He had refused to let her go saying, Michael might still be out and would want to harm her or do something bad to her.No matter how she begs him to let her go, he still refuses, saying he refuses her. Deep down Melissa loves the way he is been too protective. He would follow her everywhere, do everything she asks and kept apologizing every day. Last night, she had fallen asleep on a couch, with a plate of popcorn, and a bottle of coke. They fought over the remote until they agreed to make it turn by turn. Bluff!! So childish! "Damn!" She cuss as she stood up and ran to the elevator. All through last week was totally was