Being chased was nothing like the movies. The stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. Reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save you skin. Zoya wheezed as her burning lungs gasped for air. Her legs felt numb and unsteady, her throat felt dry, so uncomfortably dry. She couldn't see any form running behind her anymore due to the bends she had taken along the alleys but she kept running still. Soon, she had to stop to catch her breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, exhausted. Her legs gave up beneath her as she leaned on the walls as her breathing began to become steadier. Before she started running, the sky was crystal clear and now when she looked up, Black clouds had sprawled across the sky. The air grew heavy and the humidity pressed down, suffocating. The scent of rain was dark and heady. Before she could relish in the idea of being beaten by rain, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her, "Miss, you shouldn't do this. This is

Ivandor had lived in a ghetto neighborhood all his life. Characterized by lots of trash, loud people, fights, gunshots, police, stray animals, base boosted cars at three in the morning with bases so loud it knocks pictures off walls, thieves that steal practically anything, puppies eating trash, young children walking without shoes, crackheads, so much homeless people, shopping carts everywhere, liquor stores and cheap motels on every corner, screaming, graffiti, people digging in trash, random knocks on door, beware of dog signs, alley ways full of trash, hit and runs, tire slashers, loose pitbulls, creepy guys catcalling and creepy women following both men and women with little change for some sex in exchange, lots of sex shops and strip clubs, his neighborhood was definitely not really one he was proud off but it was where his family and friends were, he was happy with them and it was his own home. He was on cloud nine as he walked along the dirty sidewalks responding t

Ivandor was going up and down the beach when she saw a very familiar figure walking angrily towards the water. He couldn't hear what she was saying but he knew she was definitely cursing someone out so he watched the scene unfold with admiration.Zoya kept stomping her legs like a little child that was deprived of ice cream, "Stupid, pompous, arrogant and proud. And he dares to call me his girlfriend? I'd rather date a frog! Such a low IQ dumb ass, is that whom they expect me to marry? That? Over my dead body! Nonsense!" She kept cursing as she got to the edge of the water.She then began to take off her dress till she remained in her matching red lace pants and bra. Ivandor's face heated up as he quickly averted his eyes as he felt like he was intruding on her privacy and had seen something he shouldn't have but when he started to hear splashing of water and muffled screams, he looked back in that direction and saw that she seemed to be drownin

"Ava, I promise, I'll talk to her right after breakfast.""William, I insist we do it now. You've put it off enough."A happy-looking Zoya along with her siblings entered the room interrupting the couple's whispered conversation. As they exchange pleasantries with their children, William tried to catch his wife's eye and plead with her to keep her mouth shut but she avoids looking his way."You look especially happy this morning, Zoya," Ava pointed out."I must have slept well.""Please, do share the secret with us." Zarah piped in."There's no secret."The conversation came to a pause as everyone settled at the table and gets busy trying to make themselves a plate. The only words being exchanged are requests to pass this dish or the other, that pitcher or the other and other condiments and additives like sugar, salt or butter. William let out a sigh of relief as they began to eat in relative silence punctuated by the sound of their cutleries against fine China but he thought too soon