A few minutes after I wake up from a ‘not too nice sleep, but at least it was okay’, I hear a knock resound from the door. Even before the knock came through, the scent of Garrett had already run a course through to the room, so I knew it was him standing outside the door. I wonder what he was here for this morning.   “Adaliah, are you up?” his baritone voice comes into the room from outside. And I had to stay put for a moment to take in the tone of his voice. I wished there was a way I could do something to keep that tone in my head. Dammit! Now I was fantasizing about something as odd as that.   I did not intend to keep him waiting for too long, so I sigh silently before I say, “Come in,”   I was already seated by the edge of the bed when he came into the room. I still had my PJ on, and my hair was still rough with my hand on top of it. I mean, I just literally woke up and was definitely looking shabby, but, Nah, I did

Monica and I approached the two ladies standing by the bank of the lake. I trailed behind Monica during the process, using the few steps to observe the two ladies' faces.   As I had said before, one of the two ladies was familiar to me. And it was none other than Garrett’s self-acclaimed girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, if I must say. What was her name again? Oh yes, Brix.   She was looking directly at me, almost like I was under scrutiny. It was almost too deep into my soul, and when I peeled my eyes off her to look at the lady with her, I realized it was the same situation. I guess I was in a messy case I had no idea of in the first place.   “Kylie, Brix,” I hear Monica say, referring to the ladies, “what are you guys doing here?”   I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Kylie was the name of the lady I wasn’t familiar with. And with the familiarity to which Monica had called the name, I think she has a re

He was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t realize he had gone a few minutes staring into space. His mind had trailed off to an event of the past, and it bothered him that such an event had invaded his mind once more after a long time of shutting his mind from such thought.   The screams invaded his mind like a plague. He could almost smell the scent of fresh blood in the process mixed in the air with smokes. The pleasure he had derived from watching his victims was another thing on its own, almost seeming like he was a maniac. Maybe he really had been a maniac during that period.   It was an event of so many years ago. But it only truly troubled him because the whole job hadn’t been a clean sweep. There was someone out there on the loose, and he was sure the said person would be after his life, and it was all because they couldn’t get the details of the person to know of his whereabouts. Many years and they still hadn’t gotten any resu

The breeze blew into the lonely room, which had Garrett in it. Garrett was there seated as he stared hard at his laptop while typing into it. Even with the stare being so hard, he found it challenging to keep up with the pace as he had his mind someplace else. He didn’t have it with the concentration today. Not when he hasn’t had a smooth ride in regards to his relationship with Adaliah. For two days now, he hasn’t had a proper conversation with Adaliah because there was something like a hindrance between both of them, which was most likely ruining their early relationship little by little. He didn’t even know how he was going to approach her because he was still not sure how she would react to the fact that he had someone else before her when he was supposed not to. She was jealous, that, he knew. However, she acted like nothing was up with her. And the jealousy she had was generated from the bon

How had I not perceived his scent the moment his presence became known? How had I not even sensed him? Even right now, I couldn’t. I can’t even say how long he has been there. Is he part of those whom Anya mentioned were capable of masking their presence? He sure did look like one, with his almost scary-looking face, which gave out a tense vibe. The man presently had a look that made it seem like he had intentions to have someone killed. I don't even know why I thought of that. It could as well be my mind messing up with me. And I think I might have gotten myself in trouble — unpredicted but expected trouble. I do not know the man. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before as well. I mean, with a man looking all scary like that, why the hell would I want to meet him or know him in the first place? There were patches of grey and black strings of hair on his almost completely bald hair, some