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SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E01) π©Έπ
By Adewole Kelvin (Taleskeeper)
“HARROWING MEMORIES”
Omni-pov
(It was night in the city of toronto, a city which happens to be one of the largest in canada π¨π¦, though it wasnβt dark nor quiet but the light in the city glistens around while a wax crescent shone up and claimed the sky it own. The large city is built of many idolizing skyscrapers and condominiums, it was a beautiful sight to see. There In the big city, humans of different kinds of complexion and heights march and roam to their specific destination facing each otherβs businesses while the cars convoy through the big city peacefully. Among the condominiums which were in the city, one stood bigger and unique in shape.)
(Here in the condominiums, a young lady with a natural long reddish hair could be seen on the bed in the room of her own apartment and dressed on a twist knit sweater. She laid on the bed facing upward, and half covered with a colorful duvet. With her eyes closed, and her arms spread a bit, she clenched the duvet with her fists. She quick swarm her head from one side to another on the pillow and j**k on the bed like a chained person who is trying to break loose that moment.)
(For seconds, she kept on jerking and struggling on the bed restlessly. All of a sudden, she jolted awake and howled.)
*NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Sonteeβs Pov
βThere are wound that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything bleedsβ__says laurell K. Hamilton.
If you ask me, it is trauma. Speaking of such, it is a cross laid upon my shoulder for some times now. I donβt know for how long I have been shouting but waking up with a terrifying state of mind is getting frequent. To me, it is beyond control.Anyways, my name is sontee smith and I live in one of the largest city in canada, toronto. I was born in 2000s, into a well known interracial family. My father is Henry smith and my mum is Esthar smith. Lastly, I had an older sibling whose name is goodwill. Being born into an interracial family brought forth racism and I was the racist within the family due to the color of my father and my elder brother whom also took after him.
My father, henry, was an handsome swarthy man. Well, if you ask me, my father was a really handsome guy and he was a citizen of nigeria. As for my mum esthar, she is a very charming white woman and a citizen of canada. She is an epitome of beauty. And If you also ask me, Iβm not bad at all in appearance. I took after my mother both beauty and color not to mention my bewitching and lascivious features. But that doesnβt matter now.
Funny enough, my grandmother which happens to be my mumβs mother was a white canadian woman. She got married to an affluent and influent swarthy man who was also a nigeria man but they were late before I was born. I could only identify them through the picture of theirs. As a racist back then, I had always felt it was nitwit of my grandmother and my mother for even having an interracial marriage with black men. To me, it was like the biggest mistake they ever made in their life. The colorism started when I was an infant..
When I was an infant, I shunned my father a lot because of his dark skin. At any cost, I deprived him from touching or lifting me upon his arms which I also did to my brother, goodwill. At that time, he was four years older. Before my eyes, they were nothing than poops, and both yucks π€’ me. The difference between my older brother and I Is just the place of our birth not to mention the color of our skin. I was born here in canada, while he was born in nigeria.
Before my parents planned of giving birth to me, they once had a beautiful baby girl whose name was esther. It was quite unfortunate she was born in nigeria. Surprisingly, she took after the motherβs color. According to my mother, she proclaimed she passed away.
One day, after hanging around with the neighborhood friends, I head home back with an exhausted body. If you ask me, I only had white friend like me back then. I never socialized with the blacks not to mention having body contact with them. Sometimes, the color of their skins got me nauseous that I spend a whole day spewing, I almost lose my intestines.However, shortly after I arrived home that very day, the house was filled of my parents blatant moans especially my mother. It echoed abruptly from their living room which was in upstairs. Well, naughtily, my parents bonked each other nearly six times a day that it made me dwell in wonder where my father inherit such power and energy to bonk a woman like that. I donβt want to sound frivolous, he bonked like horse.
Notwithstanding, I was over-boiled such day. Not because of their blatant moans, I was freaked out because my mother spreads her legs for him to ravish her punani with his black willy. To me, it was like contracting infections to herself. Notified by their coition, I wore my headset and volume plus it fully then watch anime on my phone in the parlor to avoid their disturbance.
After having the βnetfilx and chillβ of their life, my mother emerge from her room which was in upstairs dressed on a lustrous baby doll lingerie and head straight to a big icebox at the right side of the veranda by the kitchen. From her appearance, she looked disheveled but unknown to her, I had seen her. Quietly, I watched her take a nutri-milk right from the icebox and gulped it down to her satisfaction. Thereafter, she came to the parlor where I was the whole time and shrink with a palm on her upper chest, and exclaimed.
Esthar: OH CHRIST…SONTEE? Damn, you scared the heck out of me…
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Sontee: π??
I didnβt utter any word to her and neither did she persisted after the observation. She just had her seat and spoke further awhile after recovery from the phobia of my sudden presence.
Esthar: Sweetie, for how long have you been in the house?
.Sontee: I have been in the house for past 40 minutes now. It was just quite unfortunate I couldnβt have peace of mind when I came in due to some uncontrollably and lustily sounds which nearly burst ones eardrums but all thanks my headset and phone with me. They never failed me. (rolls her eyes)
.Esthar: (raises a eyebrow) Whatβre you insinuating?
.Sontee: Nothing!!
.Esthar: Uh, anyways, how was your day? I hope you had a wonderful moment with your friends.
.Sontee: Oh-yeah, I did….
The conversation ended right there. My mother wasnβt a chatty. She doesnβt often talk very much but whenever my father was present with her, God, they chit chatted like there is never going to be tomorrow which freaked me out a lot back then with this ringing thoughts what does she found so special about him. However, moments later after the conversation, I caught her fixing her beautiful blue eyes on me while I watched my anime. Uncomfortably, I halted watching my anime to interrogate her sufficiently. For awhile, she was mute before giving me response. Before that, she had sat on the couch besides with her gentle arms slipped around my shoulder.
Sontee: What? Whyβre you staring at me like that, mum?
.Esthar: Tell me something, was my look terrifying?
.Sontee: Um noo but it is ponderable and that makes me feel a bit nervous and perplex the same time. Statistically, there must be a reason why you were staring at me like that. There is something I must know about that…
.Esthar: (smirks) *Hm, smart little a*s*
.Sontee: (exhales) You know, Iβm now beginning to find this place insipid because youβre just sitting and looking at me. Say something to me mum (rolls her eyes)
.Esthar: (kisses sontee head gently) Relax sweetie if Iβm making you feel inconvenient by my reaction already. You just only reminded me of someone….
.Sontee: Oh, so, who is that?
.Esthar: Look, What Iβm about to tell you is something that breaks the heart if I recall it but just your individuality alone is an heart mender. It is like a fallen fence built of bricks and merging up all of a sudden. Sound weird, huh?
.Sontee: Yes, but I understand (looks at her innocently)
.Esthar: You see, before I gave birth to you, I had a baby girl. She was so cute, pretty and smart like you not to mention the familiarity of both of you. (Ignores sontee face solemnly) *How I wish she was still alive?*
.Sontee: Are you okay mum?
.Esthar: Yes, Iβm (smiled a bit)
.Sontee: Okay, can I ask you something?
.Esthar: (looks at her) Sure, sweetie. Speak!
.Sontee: What was her name? And, was she….white like me?
.Esthar: Her name was esther. Your dad gave her that name…
.Sontee: (coughs) π€§
.Esthar: Are you okay, sweetie?
.Sontee: Oh yeah, Iβm..(coughs again)
.Esthar: Sure?
.Sontee: Mum, I told you already. Iβm totally fine, alright?…*That black ape isnβt my father*
.Esthar: If you say so then, by the way, you asking if she was a white girl like you, actually, she was…Exactly like you but….
.Sontee: (Interrupts) But what? To be frank mum, why did you kept this for so long? I mean, Iβm 10 years of age now and I never knew I have a sister this whole years. This is absolutely unfair mum and you never told me about it. For goodness sake, youβre just telling me today. Today, mum!! (Ignores her mum)
.Esthar: (astonish at her reaction) But you havenβt let me declare yet, you already barge in on my statement. Why donβt you just listen to what I have got to say first, young lady?
.Sontee: (looking at another direction mutely) π??
.Esthar: (notice her and sighs *Little rascal*) Look sweetie, I could comprehend but it isnβt my intention to hoard such thing. You must understand that, okay?
.Sontee: (ignorantly) Okay, where is she nowπ?
.Esthar: The down truth about her is that, your dad and I lost her few months after her birth.
.Sontee: (dumbstruck) ??
.Esthar: It isnβt that she was sick or something. She never got sick. Not even once. She was physically lusty at all times. It was just that one night, after putting her to sleep, your dad and I decided to check on her the next morning in her room only to know she had gone.
.Sontee: (embraces her mum promptly) I didnβt know this was what that happened mum. Iβm sorry I misunderstood you. Iβm regretful…
.Esthar: (rubs sonteeβs hair backwardly and kisses her on the head softly.) Iβm not offended by your remark, okay? It happens but when that happen next time, it wonβt hesitate to treat you real like an African mum. I mean like this, KPOW!! (jokingly smacks sonteeβs backside gently)
.Sontee: Ouch, stop it mum. Hahaha (giggled)
.Esthar: (giggles) Hahahaha!!!
I happened to be the rainbow child. *The name draws on the symbol of the rainbow, representing beauty after a dark time*. Thatβs, a baby born subsequent to a miscarriage, stillbirth, or the death of an infant from natural causes. Despite it was a bittersweet conversation such day, within, I felt damn down and pitiful with the thought of how grievous the family mustβve been regarding their loss, and I only pitied my mother. I didnβt pitied my father despite the lost child were also his blood. Well, thatβs an absolutely hatred if you ask me.
After the chat and suss out of the loss that very day, we dispersed but meanwhile, my father was present and listening to the conversation my mother and I were having the whole time. The difference was that he stood at a place in the parlor to listened. Upon dispersion, our eyes met each other. A warm smile lifted the corners of his mouth and his golden eyes burned of fatherly warmth. In return, I gave him a deadly look that instant which fades them off. I gave him the best snub of his life like he doesnβt even exist at all in my life.
Later in the dusk of such day, I was lonely in my room playing games on my pad when a boisterous burst of laughter at the parlor notified me. Astonished I could own a room at that age? Well, my parents were super well off during those times that I donβt know how many properties owned by them.
Since notified, I sussed out it was from my parents which I knew for myself already but then, I decided to take a peek through the door of my room to watch what was going on. As soon that was done, the cheers sparkling around the parlor died. My father and my mother was seen snuggled up on the couch, and I seethe with great anger. Nonetheless, I eavesdropped on their conversations with disgust at their position.
Esthar: My love, you look gloomy. Is everything okay?
.Henry: Sure…it is…(fakes smile)
.Esthar: I disagree!
.Henry: But it is….
.Esthar: Nah, it is not..you look gloomy, and you and I know that something isnβt right here..
.Henry: (looks at her in silence) ??
.Esthar: My love, Is there something you ainβt telling me?
.Henry: (sighs) Darling…why does our daughter detests me so much?
.Esthar: Psst, donβt say that, love…
.Henry: (continues) What have I done to deserve this? She doesnβt wanna have anything to do with me…she doesnβt wanna see me…talk to me let alone have a body contact with me…she just hates me so much….
.Esthar: (sighs) My love, donβt say that to yourself. Donβt let that get to you. Iβm sure she will come around, okay?
.Henry: Yeah, I hope so..Loves you darling
.Esthar: Loves you too..(smiled and both shared a soft slow kiss)
Tbc…
Just the beginning… Ready for more?
SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E02) π©Έπ
By Adewole Kelvin
“HARROWING MEMORIES 2”
Sonteeβs Pov
I felt like a remorseful person who knew what they had done was wrong and could have made amends straight away. But, if you ask me, that wasn’t me. It was like adding fuel to the fire that very day I found out my father and mother were talking about me through my gossips, regarding my ostracism behavior. From the looks and sounds of him that day, it seemed like he was badmouthing me, and I wondered what gut he had to talk about me? When I turned 15, the racism within the family became worse. I didn’t want to have eye contact with my father or even my brother; goodwill was lost. Since I was the target of racism in the house, we became enemies. I disowned them as my family and treated them like they never existed. To me, they were nothing but invisible people
Furthermore, I quarreled with those outdoors who proclaimed ‘Henry Smith’ and ‘Goodwill Smith’ as my family, saying things like “your brother is calling you”. The word “brother” vexed me, causing me to start intense arguments frequently. If there wasn’t a quarrel, grudges would emerge from the situation, leading to lost friendships. Indeed, the debate about my racism towards black people made me lose friendships and relationships. The worst part was that I never felt remorseful about what I was exploring back then. Instead, it triggered me to distance myself from any friendship or relationship and become even meaner. I was solitary on my own and enjoyed my peace that way, without any remorse.
Despite my resentment towards my father, he never disowned me as his daughter, nor did he reciprocate my resentment. Instead, he was a man of benevolence. My brother Goodwill, on the other hand, was nice, gentle, and cordial. In fact, as much as I hate to admit it, he was the sweetest soul I have ever encountered. Nevertheless, this didn’t change my opinion about them. All their efforts to win my heart were in vain. Whenever I wanted something, I only involved my mother, keeping it between us. I couldn’t tell if anyone else found out later, but as long as it wasn’t confronted directly, it didn’t cause any issues.
Considering my African father, the racism that emerged within the family would have warranted punishments and cautions back then. I’ve heard that African parents often condone discipline, so I suspect that they would have taken prompt action to correct my ostracism attitudes. If I had exhibited such behavior in Africa, I would have faced consequences, perhaps even physical discipline like three to six slaps or lashes. This would have reset my senses and taught me a lesson, helping me to learn from my mistakes and move forward.
But after I was born, my parents resided here in Canada. They lived in Nigeria with Goodwill before I was born. I was bred in Canada and spent most of my life growing up here. So, when it comes to great discipline, it’s no comparison to the African style, except for those who have a jail wish here overseas. It’s far off from the Africans. What freaked me out the most when I was still 15 was how my interracial parents ended up together. My mother revealed the plot when I asked about it, but I didn’t believe it at first because I thought it might be a rumor. It wasn’t until she confirmed it as the truth that I accepted it.
One noon, my mother and I were in the guest parlor chatting about relationships and marriage. Meanwhile, my father and brother were training at the boxing gym center elsewhere in the house, which I didn’t care about. I clung to my mother like she was a diamond and listened intently to the topic. She shared advice and insights about the good and bad sides of relationships and what makes a good mother. Then, she mentioned her own relationship with my father, revealing that he was once her personal bodyguard. She talked about how fierce he was in that role, which I found outrageous and annoying that day. After our conversation, I felt dejected and angry. My mother concluded that their marriage was fate, which freaked me out even more. I wondered what kind of fate brings a bodyguard and their boss together as couples? To me, it was crazy, but their marriage attracted fame as the first bodyguard to marry their boss, which still amazes people today. Some still believe it’s just a rumor
As it’s often said, ‘whatever you sow, you shall reap,’ either for good or bad, it’s waiting at the door. When I turned 21, I was regretful and dejected. But then I encountered a motivational speaker named JΓ£y Shetti, who changed my life and attitude. After watching one of his captivating videos, I was done with my ostracism and racialism. He shared a powerful message about how children should adore their parents while they’re still alive, so they don’t regret it later in life. His words touched my heart, and I felt stuck in remorse for being blinded by hatred towards my father’s color, which was beautiful. I sorrowed in solitude at night, feeling remorseful and hungry for my father’s forgiveness, as well as my older brother Goodwill’s. Thinking my family was asleep, I decided to wait until the next day to apologize. We had planned a tour to Nigeria, which my parents had agreed to a week earlier, leaving Canada to create wonderful moments. As the racialist in the family, I wasn’t interested, feeling it was stupid to mix with the blacks there.
Aside from that, history spoke of how torrid the climate in Nigeria was and how the society was filled with deadly insects. I was left with no choice but to agree to the trip, but I made up my mind to protect myself from those plagues in Nigeria. However, the trip got canceled the next day and was postponed to the third day of the month by my parents for a reason. We decided to spend the day out nicely, hanging out together for an awesome shopping experience and other exhilarating things. This was our last moment in Canada before our tour to Nigeria, but it didn’t mean we were relocating from Canada. We just wanted to enjoy ourselves to our satisfaction before the trip. Despite the fun, I couldn’t bring myself to admonish my father and brother because I didn’t know how to express myself to them. I was deeply emotional, feeling guilty about my past discrimination, and tense at the same time. To have a clear mind, I felt like I needed to unburden myself. So, I planned to admonish them after our outing, but it took longer than expected. Darkness fell upon us.
Around 8 p.m. that night, my mother, Esthar, was driving us home through a mountain pass after our long, amazing hangout. I sat in the passenger seat next to her, while my father and brother sat in the back seat. The three of them were chatting like they would never run out of conversation, and their chatter was followed by laughter. However, after my mother answered an incoming call while driving, only the men continued talking. Fortunately, she had earbuds plugged in, allowing her to focus on steering. As for me, my mind wandered off to the admonishment I planned to give the men. Suddenly, a big truck sped out of nowhere and hit our car with great force, targeting the side where my mother was sitting and driving. The impact sent chills down my spine, but before anything else could happen, our car was flipped out of the way by the truck’s force.
Downwardly, the car wobbled from the mountain pass onto the rocks. For minutes, it wobbled from one rock to another, causing parts of the car to crash and disperse into mid-air due to the wobbling force. I couldn’t recall what happened after the car accident. Miraculously, I woke up fortnight later, having dwelled in a coma, only to find myself on the hospital bed in a very bad state. I received the nasty news about my family – they didn’t make it from the horrible accident. I was the only survivor, but due to the accident, I had a dislocated arm and legs with whiplash. Days and nights, I couldn’t help but mourn my lost family in such a critical state, with the nasty thought that I could have also lost my life.
Without my family, I felt like a miserable person. A few days after the accident, my uncle, Kevin Macpherson, and his family came to pick me up from the hospital after they found out about my parents’ and brother’s demise. The family was also mourning. Kevin Macpherson was my mother’s only older brother, married to a black South African woman, and blessed with two boys, Trevor and Treasure. They lived in Canada, Ontario. The family opened their arms and took me in, treating me so well, especially Elna, my uncle’s spouse. She was a kind and amiable woman. The boys were nice and friendly towards me, never failing to make me feel accompanied and lively. You couldn’t be around them without smiling or laughing daily. I was only two years older than them, and we got along well.
Despite all their affection towards me, it didn’t take me out of my melancholic life. I couldn’t forgive myself for what I did to my father and brother. From then on, I began to regret all my actions. Nevertheless, for a year, I was in a wheelchair. I couldn’t walk with my legs nor move them. All my efforts to walk again during that year were in vain. It wasn’t just dislocation; I suffered traumatic stress. However, during that year, Elna showed me immense affection and care. She was always there for me, without any pretenses. I got whatever I wanted, not because we lived in wealth and riches, but not everything I had was like what my parents did for me when they were alive.
On the sixth month of the second year, 2024, I discovered that my legs had miraculously healed, and I could walk again. I was overjoyed and exhilarated, and I couldn’t express my happiness in words. I had to pace around the house where I had lived for two and a half years for the first time in my life. My uncle and his family were also thrilled for me, especially Elna, who had cared for me deeply. We celebrated my good fortune that day. However, one year later, in the month of Easter, we were robbed. I was helping my aunt peel fruit in the dining room when some robbers barged into the house without masks, demanding a huge ransom of money with a fierce threat if we denied them. It was dusk, and while the leader made his demands, others spilled diesel inside the house. I knew it was a cover-up to make it look like a fire outbreak instead of a robbery. I could have tried to stop them, but the sight of the gun was enough to make me retreat. To avoid endangering our lives, my uncle gave in to their demands. Despite this, the ungrateful thieves shot each of us.
Fortunately, I wasn’t among the family members who were killed. Unknown to the robbers, they missed me because I wasn’t shot. I feigned death, pretending to be a dead lady. As soon as they shot my family, they set the house ablaze and scrammed. I was devastated, finding out that the loving family who had showered me with affection had died miserably. All my efforts to wake them were in vain. I mourned the loss of this loving family, surrounded by their pool of blood amidst the consuming house fire. Before I got engulfed by the spreading flames, I managed to escape the burning house, unaware that I still had the knife with me. I had been using it to peel fruit before the robbers invaded. Grievously, I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize I still had the knife, and the worst part was that blood was stained on the edge of the knife.
As soon as I exited the house, six cops raided into the compound, glued to their guns, and aimed at me. That’s where the adversity began in my life. The cops apprehended me as soon as they saw me with the knife, which I had not used to commit any offense. The cops thought I had committed murder with the knife they found with me. All my efforts to defend myself from being apprehended were in vain. In fact, it was a waste of time because the cops didn’t give me a second thought. Instantly, I was handcuffed, apprehended, and thrown into their vehicle. While I was kept in the vehicle, the fire brigades worked on putting out the fire that had consumed the house, and the cadavers of my family members were taken out of the building as soon as possible. They looked no different from some roasted fishes. My heart prickled at the sight, and my eyes welled up. I couldn’t hold back my tears.
After they were carried out, a skinny cop walked to where I was locked in the car and used their deaths against me, accusing me of murdering them. He even went further by muttering that I had set them ablaze, which was a crime I never committed. But words couldn’t be expressed. All I could do was weep in silence, wondering why all this was happening to me. Well, any other person might have done the same as the cops had done, not after being caught with a knife stained with blood. It could be extra thoughtful, but at least they should have used a little reasoning.
Nonetheless, the cops drove straight to the police station along with me. During the moment I was in their car, for some reasons, one thing that kept rewinding in my head was how to overcome the misfortune that had befallen me. Firstly, I was defenseless. Secondly, I had no family and friends to defend me against my misfortune, not even a single lawyer I knew. Thirdly, my truthfulness to the cops was a waste. So, there was a 99.9% chance that I could be thrown into a cell, which was the worst of all. As I battled with my feelings emotionally, noticeably, one of the cops sitting next to the driver in the front seat feasted his eyes on me. Specifically, it was the slim cop who had announced me as a murderer.
Fearlessly, I frowned at him in silence. After staring to his satisfaction, the bastard took his eyes off me and shared some words with his partner by whispering in each other’s ear, God knows what. Chuckles followed after that between them. In a matter of seconds, the car rolled out of the row of other cops’ cars and headed in another direction, unnoticeably, since it was the last one in the row. But that got a stout cop sitting next to me to blurt out with a look askance. All I could do was look at my sideways in the same silence.
Cop 3: Where the hell are you headed? And slow down, you’re going too fast!
.Cop 1: (driving recklessly) Man, relax..
.Cop 3: Don’t tell me to relax! I need to know what’s going on. What the heck is happening?
.Cop 2: (sighs and looks at him) Ah, you disappoint me with that question. I’m shocked you’ve forgotten the game so quickly
.Cop 3: Don’t play dumb, I just want to know. What game are you talking about?
.Cop 2: Okay, let me ask you something. When was the last time you had hanky panky, uh?
.Cop 3: Ohhh!!! Well, it’s been two weeks… I’ve been too busy to think about that. You bitches… So, this is what it’s all been about? (smirking)
.Cop 1: (chuckles) Hahaha! What did you think it was about, then?
.Cop 3: But we’re on duty, remember?
.Cop 1: Cut the act! We’ve done this before. So, it shouldn’t be a surprise to you anymore, should it?
.Cop 2: You’re never irrelevant, homie! (takes a swig from a small bottle of whisky)
.Cop 3: Alright, who’s the stunning beauty this time around?
.Cop 2: Find out yourself. (glances at Sontee before looking ahead)
.Cop 3: I can’t wait, man. A fresh poony will be welcoming our cocks soon.
.Cop 1: Bad b-tch.
I didn’t listen to their discussion nor paid any rapt attention to them as my mind wandered off. For some minutes, the cops kept driving through the darkness and finally, it came to a pause at a solitary and dusky place. The place was absent of cars and passengers, which made me wonder, but for some reasons, I also felt it could be a golden chance to escape from the shackles of the cops. It wasn’t carried out so soon. I was patient to know what was going to happen next. As soon as the car was halted, to my utmost surprise, I was pinioned by one of the cops, and for a minute, I was frogmarched into a dark corner. Before my movement with the cop, I heard the two other cops blurt at each other, but then, it faded.
Cop 3: Psst, don’t tell me she’s the stunning beauty, is she?
.Cop 2: Why don’t you go get to know what she taste beneaths her compass and see if she’s the one?
.Cops 3: (whispers sneeringly) Bad-ss! Well, she is not bad of a girl at all. Man, how will it feel to massages the bodacious heart butt cheeks of her?. What a young twat. I bet she is still virginal. It is so bad her future groom wonβt be going down there anymore.
.Cop 2: Enough, let’s wrap this up quickly. We’re running out of time
.Cop 3: Hold on, just a sec. There’s something I need to show you.
.Cop 2: Look, you can show me later, okay?
.Cop 3: Relax, man. Trust me, this is important and now is the perfect time to show you
.Cop 2: (sighs) Alright, fine! What is it? Make it quick
As soon as we arrived at the corner with the only cop, I was ordered to kneel with a gun stuck to my head. I did as I was ordered, but at that moment, I was curious to know what we were doing there. Both suspicion and trepidation gripped me, but I couldn’t ask. One thing that kept ringing in my heart was how to escape, knowing it was awkward because I had second thoughts about my plan. Even if I had to escape that miserable night, I needed to be freed from the handcuffs strapped around my wrists. But then, an idea emanated, and I swiftly comprehended where the situation was leading to – either I was taken there to be slain or sexually assaulted. One of the options came to pass when the only cop present with me began to loosen his belt. At first, I thought he needed to pee, but then he pulled his trousers down a little, revealing his small manhood, which was stuck in his underwear and stood in front of me. Annoyingly and disgustingly, I asked him.
Sontee: What do you think you are doing?
.Cop 2: Oh darling, you really wanna know? But you know what? You’ll know the answer soon, after I’ve gotten my way into your lady garden beneath your legs.
.Sontee: So, this is it. I’m shocked that many citizens have been deceived by the uniforms you wear. People look up to you as protectors of the country, preventing crimes. But the truth is, you and your colleagues are the exact opposite – wolves in sheep’s clothing, perpetrators of crime
.Cop 2: You dare speak to me like that? (he slammed his hand across her nose and clenched her hair tight) Bitch, you think you can talk to me like that? After I’m done with you, you’ll learn some respect.
.Sontee: (nosebleed) What else can you do than to plug your 3 inch tiny c**k inside me? (spits at his face)
Angered by my words, he bashed me across the face and struck my stomach hard with his knee. I fell to the ground in anguish, coughing. I thought it was going to end there, but it didn’t. As if that wasn’t enough, he continued to bash me on the chest and stomach without a care in the world. Words couldn’t express the excruciating pain I felt intensely, all because I reckoned what was right. I couldn’t believe that the ones who were supposed to keep the law and order and support crime prevention were the ones breaking the law and mastering crime..
After bashing me to his satisfaction, he spat on me and glared sneeringly before falling to his knees, scratching his lower region. With that position, I knew he was ready to sexually assault me. I clasped my thighs together to prevent him from doing so, thinking that even if I had to be sexually assaulted, I couldn’t let the bastard take my virginity with his small manhood because I was still virginal. But the cop wasn’t ready to back off; he was so opinionated and wild enough to spread my clasped thighs, and I was no match for him. He mounted me between my thighs and began to smash my face and neck with kisses hungrily and roughly, to the extent that he tried to force his tongue into my mouth.
Unfortunately, I clipped his upper and lower lips and bit them so hard for some seconds, making sure he was in excruciating pain, that I could even taste his blood. All he could do was j**k and pop his eyes like a goat being slaughtered. After biting him to my satisfaction, I headbutted him on the nose hard. He staggered up, clutching his nose and mouth in silent agony, and didn’t have time to give me a taste of my own medicine. Manageably, I rose and watched as he lurched aimlessly in anguish for a while. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I bashed him on the groin hard with my foot, without missing my target. The bastard cop pop-eyed and leaped thrice, clutching onto his struck manhood, with his face hung low, before bringing him down finally with a front sweeping kick. I might be handcuffed, but I didn’t lack any of my fighting skills.
After conquering him, I managed to surmount the situation by taking the key to unlock the handcuffs strapped on my wrists and threw it away before departing into the night. Shortly after my departure, I heard indecipherable conversation and a gunshot from where I had escaped, with the sense that the cop must have been shot because of my evasion. Then, I increased my pace with good agility because it was going to be a hot chase after my evasion. Minutes later, the siren of the cop car began to echo from afar, with a sensation that it was coming towards my direction. Instantly and watchfully, I holed up at a dark corner until their car was out of sight and no longer heard. I palmed my chest and released a consumed air out of me. Words could not be expressed of how glad and peaceful I was after the police departure.
Though I knew the game wasn’t over yet because the police won’t give up until I’m apprehended again, I couldn’t wait to face the punishment for a crime I never committed. I wondered what I was going to do to escape my misfortune. I had lost the ones I cherished and adored so much. I couldn’t control tearing up, not after recalling all that. My eyes welled up, and I broke into tears as every last moment spent with my family played in my head like a movie. They rewound in my memory, causing excruciating pain in my heart. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was afraid the easy and affluent life I was living could never continue anymore now that I’m left solitary in my darkest hour. Speaking of that, it didn’t cause much anxiety. Initially, one is 100% responsible for their own life. No one will do that for anyone. After all, good things pass away, and nothing lasts forever. Besides, I was twenty-three (23) and no longer a kid. As long as there is still life, there is hope for me.
After tearing up for an hour, I braced myself and exited into the night with the mindset of traveling back to Toronto because as long as I was still in the state of Ontario, I might not have another chance for a second evasion, so it was easier said than done. After all, it wasn’t my state of upbringing. Besides, I am a novice when it comes to the long description of the state. Although I lived there with my uncle and family during the years after the unfortunate incident that happened, all I did was go for workouts and got myself trained at a nearby gym, just for self-defense. Lastly, I assisted my aunt at home. Keeping company was never done in the city; the family were my only company.
As I felt, as long as I’m in my territory, I wasn’t safe in Ontario either. The driving distance between Ontario and Toronto is approximately 3,997 km, which takes around 39 hours and 10 minutes by car. Train or shuttles were better options for me. So, I gave it a deep thought because I was broke and scruffy at that moment. But fate never fails to intervene.
As I walked through the solitary night, lost in self-consciousness, I bumped into and nearly got hit by a newly glistening Hummer truck. Miffed by the reckless driving, I didn’t squander time lashing out at the driver when I knew the fault was mine, and I flounced off. But the call of my name put a halt to my hasty movement and grabbed my attention. To my utmost astonishment, it was my male classmate, Max Freddie, who nearly crushed me to death. He was the son of a former prime minister of the state. He was my first and last ex back in high school days. One reason I broke up with him was that his eyes never stayed on one place. He was flirtatious with girls a lot, to the extent that he got three of my classmates pregnant at once, which made them drop out of high school. I didn’t give a damn pity on those girls because they were gold diggers with A1 pride who were just after his money due to Max’s background.
Long story short, Max is now a father of several kids. The coincidence of running into him that night was a whirlwind of surprises, as he had matured significantly since our high school days. However, everything changed for me after that chance encounter, which came with no ulterior motives. Firstly, he took me to a nearby boutique and bought me some beautiful dresses. Secondly, he booked a luxurious hotel room for me to stay in for the night, ensuring I was comfortable without spending a dime. Thirdly, he deposited a substantial amount of money into my account and even arranged for a car to take me to the train station for my journey to Ontario. These kindnesses came after I shared my predicament with him, and it’s been a few months since then.
Tbc…
SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E03) π©Έπ
By Adewole Kelvin
“EYES EVERYWHERE”
Sonteeβs pov
Staying indoors without rolling out a day is never my thing, not when I am already in my state, Toronto, after the gracious evasion from the shackles of the cops back at Ontario, which is just a few months past. Ever since I lost my family and had my evasion, my life has tended to be solitude and sullen, and that happens within my own apartment. I’ve always been stuck in my room without a care in the world. Whenever I’m famished, I don’t put myself to stress; I just do my orders within the home, and it gets delivered straight to my apartment. But the life of solitude and sullen blew over when I came across a once-discriminated mate of mine named Chloe. She is a Black Canadian, busty, and young lady. However, the life I was living when I arrived at Toronto got rectified after the coincidence meeting. She talked me out of my solitude and sullen life genuinely and compassionately, which also made a good friendship between us today. Since then, I became lively again, e.g., hanging out or having some awe-walks, etc.
Despite all that, there is still a situation whereby I fall back into the melancholic and sullen lifestyle. Exceptionally, it is never better than the traumatic experiences I have been battling with during the years. But, however, one thing I never failed to do is hang out without disguise, despite my evasion from Ontario. In fact, the smear news of my evasion from the crime I didn’t commit has been spreading across the states in Canada like wildfire each day because those who committed it never halted doing their nasty deeds, and that’s dragging me into pits of more implications. Since that is happening, firstly, the freedom to move around as I want is limited. Secondly, I disguise myself, and it is most of the time whenever I’m present outdoors. All I do is put on fake hair, that’s a darkish blonde wig to keep my natural reddish hair hidden from sight, and also keep my little freckles hidden under makeup. If there isn’t makeup, there wasn’t denial and resistance to using a face mask because my identification has been proclaimed publicly in every state in Canada. I must say the smear news is one of the biggest hits in town now.
However, I decided to go for a cool ride this dusk around 5 p.m. For seconds, I stood at my wardrobe, ruminating on what dresses to slip into. But eventually, I picked out an armless white twisted knitted sweater and slipped into it with a black leather skirt on skin-tight net leggings. Lastly, I wore my black leather boots heels and exited my apartment straight to where my metallic black Yamaha MT 15 bike is always parked. All thanks to Max Freddie, who showered sympathy upon me. I was able to get myself a brand new power bike and own a small restaurant of mine with some young, trusted employees hired there to run my business. Ever since I invested in it, it has been thriving consistently. I could say I make bucks of dollars from it, and whatever goes on within the restaurant, I’m always alert without being kept in the dark. So, I didn’t lack any good things in any way.
By the way, I mounted my power bike as soon as I got to where it was parked. Just then, two of the known neighbors also emerged from their mansion, and they happened to be thugs with no clothes except baggy trousers and boots. One has bald hair with a medium height, while the other has long dreads arranged in a ponytail style and is tall in height. They had tattoos all over their bodies and a few parts of their faces, and from the look of their appearance, they were no different from MS-13, not to mention the wrapped long weed they puffed immensely. In addition, they are known for violence and are troublemakers in the street with the rest of their gangs. At times, it wondered me why they haven’t been apprehended yet for their acts of violence.
But, however, the two thugs walked up to me after having slight eye contact with them. As soon as they got to my side, they began to act bossy and frivolous, and it was either one of these options: either to get my attention or cause trouble. The two presences alone could attract ignorance from lots of people because they had this body odor that could make one die of nausea at that moment, not to mention the stench breath passing out of their mouths. I wondered what kind of life these thugs lived. During the time of their interaction with me, they were no different from the ants on the floor because I didn’t give them the rapt attention they needed at that moment. Instead, I couldn’t help but cough due to their stench smells. While they acted frivolously and bossy towards me, all I did was wear my gloves with poise.
Riled by my silence and ignorance, the one with the bald hair suddenly walloped me across the face, and the force of his palm swept my gaze in another direction for seconds. Truly, it hurt when a person is being ignored, but playing an assault on such ignorance is an act of total abuse. The excruciating pain and burning sensation I felt after the slap almost made me dizzy. I know there’s no way my slammed cheek won’t be reddish, not after receiving a hot slap at that moment. I wondered what kind of hand the specific guy had, but the infuriation that raged wildly within me caused a swift, balled fist hard. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he spat on my neck and told me off. As for his partner in crime, he smacked my butt hard and chuckled satisfactorily.
Hood 2: Ouch, man! That one f-cking hurt!
.Hood 1: Back off. (face sontee) And you, who do you think you are? Just a pretty face? You’re nothing here. I run these streets. My crew and I, we’re the ones in charge. So, speak when I speak.
As soon as he was done casting his statement, he spat on me again. Words couldn’t be expressed for how riled I was with his insolence. One part of me wanted to be inured. Another part of me wanted prompt vengeance within minutes. But the overheated rage within me wasn’t going to let the situation go easily, not after the abuse of my own rights, and I was ready to unleash the rage anytime soon at that moment. Firstly, I had to lay back before giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Hood 1: (puffs weed) B-tch, have I made myself clear?
.Sontee: (looking at her sideways in silence) !?
.Hood 1: (discard weed) B-TCH, ARE YOU LISTENING? I’M TALKING TO YOU. OR DO I NEED TO REMIND YOU AGAIN?
.Hood 2: Yo, homie, let’s roll. Leave this bimbo alone. Let’s get going. We’ve got a job to do, courtesy of the big boss.
.Hood 1: Yeah, I know. I’m not blind or deaf. Have you forgotten your role? Have you forgotten who I am to the big boss? I’m still the underboss. You don’t tell me what to do. We’re friends, but show some respect. I deserve it. Get it straight, I’m not leaving till I say so. I’m teaching this j**k a lesson. Got it? Else, next time, I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
.Hood 2: Got it, boss. (muttering) Suit yourself!
.Hood 1: (looks at Sontee) Hey, you got a death wish? I dare you to look me in the eye, I’m talking to you. This is your last warning, have I made my point clear already?
.Sontee: (looks at him sincerely) Of course, thanks… Your slap had a great impact on me recently. But do you know what happens to those who act too mighty?
.Hood 1: (scowling) Oh, make me!
.Sontee: I trample them under my feet!
As soon as I said that, I grasped my GDM ghost helmet and walloped him across the face, which sent him crumpling. As a result, he nosebleed and passed out promptly from the hit he received, which took me by surprise with the thought that the one who invented the helmet did a fine great job. He/she knows their job too well. I couldn’t believe my helmet would conquer him so easily. Besides, the helmet is made strong and hard, which is enough to knock out any person. With my first victory, I felt the bald head is an exceptional freaking loser and coward.
Seeing that his partner in crime had been conquered, the one with dreadlocks’ expression moved with sudden shock. It was like he didn’t see that coming. But then, the expression on his face renewed instantly with a glare that could kill, wrapping both his fists. Before he could retaliate, I switched with good agility and raised my left leg over my power bike and swept his gaze to another direction with a mighty roundhouse kick at the mandible. He lurched, inheriting a few miles between us. For seconds, there was a dead silence between us, which also put a pause to his movement for a check-up. He grasped his mouth and spat out blood upon his right palm. His eyes widened in shock and rage. Then, he glared at me with murder in his bloody eyes. In a matter of seconds, he charged towards me with a flick-knife in his hand for a slash.
In the nick of time, I ducked out of harm’s way and leaped off my bike with a quick somersault, flexibly backward, squatting and balancing on one knee on the ground while I grasped my helmet with the other hand. I flicked my blonde hair, closing half of my face over my earlobe, and analyzed him with a stealthy look while he told me off boastfully.
Hood 2: You motherf~~ker, I’m gonna rip you off, tear you into pieces and feed your bodies to my Alsatians
.Sontee: (mean voice) That’s a big threat, but let’s see you try, dumbass
.Hood 2: (clouts his chest furiously) Argh, you little c**t, dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am here?
.Sontee: (sneers frowningly) A boss hunt dog!
.Hood 2: ARRGH!!! YOU DARE CALL ME THAT?? A BOSS DOG HUNT?? (stomps from one side to another, banging his head with the heels of his palms furiously)
.Sontee: What else can a filthy wanker like you be, rather than a hunt dog?
.Hood 2: ARRGH, My knife craves blood. My hands crave blood. The road needs a taste of blood and flesh, and I’m gonna make that happen. I’ll make your life a living hell for calling me that. You won’t live to see the next day. (steeples his fingers) I’ll TEAR you. I’ll SQUEEZE you. (balls his fists) I will CRUSH you. I won’t just feed you to my Alsatians, but I promise I’M GONNA SPREAD YOUR DEAD BODIES ON THE STREETS LIKE AN ANIMAL.
.Sontee: (sneers) Enough! It’s easier said than done, they say. Don’t just stand there, swaggering; get to action. I guess you have something vital to accomplish. I also have somewhere vital to go. Save my time, dumbass!
.Hood 2: Save your a*s, b-tch. Youβre dead already!
For the second time, he charged at me with his flick-knife wildly. Firmly and stealthily, I analyzed his movement before weaving the sharp edge of his blade into the same position. I swung myself flexibly to the left side and walloped him across the knee cap, causing him excruciating pain. He winced and grunted, caressing the knee, spilling curses under his breath. Seeing the state he was in, I sneered wickedly with no empathy, as how to end it was the only aim at that very moment, and I was just a few meters away from him. He launched the knife at me, gnashing his teeth like a hyena. Luckily for me, I weaved it in the nick of time and charged towards him. This time, he was in an unbalanced stance, followed by grunts and murderous glares from him due to his weakened knee. Weakly, he threw a hook punch, but unfortunately for him, I ducked. Before he could go any further with his assault, I leaped and threw him an uppercut straight at the mandible (jaw). He stumbled before I knocked the sense out of him with the surface of my helmet hard, which made him lose balance and crumple.
Unsatisfied, I mounted on his stomach, grasping both sides of my helmet, and thrashed him. In that moment, eyes were feasting on us, but I was less concerned as I caused lots of bruises and injuries on his face with several ferocious strikes of my helmet. He had passed out from the first hard strike, but I didn’t halt until I had exhausted my strength and was satisfied with my wicked deeds. With my legs opposite him, I stood and gasped heavily, fixing on the damaged face, which had already been painted with his blood. The next thing, I faced heavenward and chuckled cynically like a psycho without any reason or figuration. After that, I passed over him straight to my bike and mounted on it. I cleaned up the helmet, which had been stained by the blood of the defeated one, and wore it before I maneuvered out of the parking space. At that moment, two police cars passed me by unnoticeably. Instantly, I knew it was as a result of the scrimmage, which one of the people watching us must have alerted them about, but as for me, I rode off speedily, keeping tons of miles away from each other.
My plan was to go for a ride, but I rectified the thought and dropped by a big bar 15 minutes later. I parked my bike, pulled off the helmet, and locked it into the bike before heading briskly into the bar, which was filled with many people of different colors, heights, and classes. As soon as I had gotten into the bar, some heads turned, and lustful eyes feasted on me like I’m some alien or something. I cared less about the lustful-looking eyes and searched for an unoccupied seat to sit with my eyes for a while. Luckily, I caught up with one and headed towards it briskly. Few among the lustful-looking eyes whispered to each other about what God knows.
Man 1: Whoa, Look who’s here, man?
.Man 2: Yeah, she’s a doppelgΓ€nger of a tycoon athlete I see on TV
.Man 3: B-tch, be dreaming! To be frank, that booty, she’s hot. Man, look at her cleavage, I’m no freaky guy. It’s quite lovely to sight. I don’t want to sound stupid, but no guy lays his head on that and still has awful dreams.
.Man 2: Speaking of her cleavage, it’s not half as good as her heart-shaped butt cheeks I’m viewing right now, man (salivating).
.Man 4: Guys, can we be sensible here for a second? I hope we haven’t forgotten what we’re all here for, huh?
.Man 3: Yeah, we know, okay?
.Man 2: Aha!!
.Man 3: And stop being bossy here!
.Man 4: This isn’t about being bossy. We’re here for business, j**k, not to discuss stupid things.
.Man 3: F-ck your damn mouth! Who the hell are you calling a j**k? Are you mad? Do you have a death wish?
.Man 1: Alright! Alright! Alright, wise man. There’s no cause for any mayhem here. Statistically, he’s right regarding what we’re actually here for β not to view some asses around. Disappointingly, he went too far by calling you a ‘j**k’. I must say that’s absolutely amiss and impolite. I’m not saying he’s the only one at fault here; we’re all included. Regardless, we must all know that respect is reciprocal. We should respect each other, no matter what, okay?
.Man 4: Precisely. But regardless, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to utter such scurrilous (abusive) words to you, man.
.Man 3: No worries, Iβm sorry too!
.Man 1: Dope, where were we?
The lustful-looking eyes and whatever they said didn’t give me any bother as I walked to where I had spotted and had my sit quietly. Shortly after my arrival, a female bar attendant served me. I ordered what I needed at that moment. Within minutes, she offered me booze and scrammed to attend other people, leaving me with my drink solitary, which was just vodka. Whilst I enjoyed my drink, I noticed a swarthy guy who was a few meters away from where I was sitting, feasting his sleepy deep blue eyes at me like a doll baby. In my life, that was my first time seeing a black man with deep blue eyes. Inconveniently, I switched my head back and looked back at him if he wasn’t staring at me mistakenly for another person, only for me to see he was actually feasting his eyes at me without a blink. I wondered what and why he fixed at me like that because his looks were sure stealthily. At that moment, I needn’t any counsel from anyone to tell me what the look was all about. For some reasons, I couldn’t help but shower the guy with little seconds of admiration. He is cute and baby-faced, not to mention his much-faded haircut style and a pretty boy goatee beard he has, like the kinds of Will Smith, but it is much more. In addition, he has his two ears pierced with earrings and an ectomorph figure. He looked splendor. From the look of his appearance, I could tell he is 25 years of age if not 24.
To me, he was kind of familiar, but I didn’t put it into any deep thought because I felt things like that happen occasionally. At that moment, I even forgot about him and picked up my phone and began to check out old times’ pictures of me and my relatives. As I scrolled past the pictures in my phone, I felt an instant forlornness and burning sensation, not to mention the goosebumps that claimed my flesh. My eyes welled up with uncontrollably tears, and I felt like ruining every single thing in the bar at that moment. I do crazy things whenever that feeling of forlornness grips me, but I wasn’t gonna let my problem ruin other people’s moments.
I scrammed and followed by the lustful looking eyes before I lose control of myself. Hastily, I head to where I had parked my power bike, almost overbalanced. As soon as I got to it, I clutched onto my chest and began to tear up silently like a kid beside my power bike. At that melancholic moment of my life, I picked up a scent of the unknown and sensed someone was at my back. Whoever it is, I felt he/she was up to no good at all. Within a matter of seconds, I overpowered and brought the person down flat with a good agility of a roundhouse kick out of control and mounted on his stomach, clenching onto the collar tight. Fuddled by rage and pains, I wrapped my fist and raised it behind my face, trying to go for another damage as tears circled both my eyes at that moment. Before there could be any damages, the one overpowered had spilled out the beans with a gentle voice, showing off my earring. To my utmost surprise, I realized it was the guy I saw earlier in the bar.
Abushe: Hi, I’m Abushe. Please, don’t hurt me. I don’t mean any harm. I’m just here to return the earring to you. I saw it on the floor in the area where you sat at the bar, and I believe it’s yours. It must have fallen off without you noticing. Fear was written in the eyes of the poor guy. But instantly, I detached from him backwardly and fixed at each other whilst he still laid on the floor holding the earring towards my direction. I climbed on my bike in a tearing hurry and sped off, leaving the earring with him. Throughout the ride, I was silent in deep tears. Minutes later, I arrived home and parked my bike somewhere safe and reliable. Then, I exited into the building, taking some steps before I got into my apartment. As soon as I got into my apartment, I locked the door behind me with my back leaned against it and immersed tearfully, clutching onto my chest like a person pierced there. I became overbalanced and incumbent, embracing the pillows on my bed onto myself with tears trickling down my cheeks till the pillow was damped with my tears drop. For some reasons, I was regretful and remorseful. There was nothing that made me feel more gloomy than having that unnecessary hatred for my father and brother before their demise.
Firstly, I squandered all the glorious moments I was supposed to enjoy with them because of their skin color. The worst part is the unreceived forgiveness that death took along with them. Whenever there’s a recollection of those memories, remorse and regrets find me no matter how much I hide. Even if it’s in the deepest part of hell, I get descended upon by those words “remorse” and “regret”. Every now and then, I ask myself, why was it the day I craved their forgiveness that death took them away? Why? I feel like I screwed up big time. I slept off with tears glistening on my cheeks.
Tbc…
SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E04) π©Έπ
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“DOUBTS”
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Sonteeβs pov
Presently, I lie on the bed, restless and frightened. I jolted awake from a traumatic dream, exhaling loudly as words escaped my lips in a terrified howl. Unexpectedly, It is only for me to find myself awash in sweat. The kicks of my heart and my warm breath increasingly became rapid not to mention the muscles tension I was feeling all over.
Discomfortingly, I swarm my head and began to scan the room strangely. In that moment, staying in the room was like being trapped in a booty island in my eyes. I palmed my face and bob my chest through the inhales and exhale of my heavily warm breath, and began to whimper while I adjust backwardly against the wooden board of the bed frighteningly. The display continued for minutes. Before I knew it, I had shattered two glass cups on the floor which were on top of my drawer.
Shortly after the display, I hung my head low while sitting cross-leg on top of my bed and wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes before they could drop. There is no way I could control the tears whenever they pops out. After when Iβm in a bad state, I could hardly do it. Anyone could say that Iβm not in the right frame of mind or call me crazy, What if theyβre right? What can I say?
Tragically, the accident that injured me and took my family’s life changed my life forever. Whenever I close my eyes, I’m always jolted awake by dreams related to the accident, I feel haunted. There is nothing that makes me feel haunted than having recurring flashbacks and nightmares related to the accident just exactly how it got happened.
Due to the traumatic event, itβs makes my life a living hell, It also drive me to the wall. I have broken the ice with two different professionals therapists who were enough to be uncles even my fathers but the result of it was quite unfortunate. For some reasons, I had to cut them off at the end of the day.
The first therapist I consulted named was George Clark. He is a black and skinny man with a soothing voice and so cute for any woman to be planting him kisses but he is beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside, In fact, he is a wolf in a sheep form.
As soon as I arrived at his office on a tuesday morning, I was excited there would be a solution finally to my hassle even if it wasnβt going to end one day, I was also nervous about it. George Clark welcomed me defiantly and I explained my ordeal to him. While I explained my ordeals, he gave me a rapt attention but there was something I noticed about him and it is his lustful eyes which was scanning my teardrop busts each seconds in the red V-neck top I wore on a skin tight short skirt and boot. In the process, he shoved out his tongue and licked the side of his lips slowly as if he had seen a grilled beef. Within, I felt really disgusted and mad at him but I maintained my composure and make adjustment of my dress from the exposure of my b***s. Soon after, he was a bit responsible and gave me a rapt attention and concentration.
After I shared my traumatic experiences, he showed me compassion in such a way that anyone would believe he was truly sorry for me. Meanwhile, it was false and he was like a more fuel to the fire on ground. Immediately after my consultation, I discovered that his counsel was bagged with falsehoods and lies. He instructed me to lye on top of a medical bed which was In his office and lied he wanted to run some test on my body. Meanwhile, he had a naughty plan he intended to accomplished. Hesitantly, I did as I was ordered and laid flat on the bed on my back while he stood beside the bed smiling mischievously. Soon after, he told me I should change my way of lying by turning over. I didnβt hesitate to do so, I laid flat on my front but deep down, I suspected him of something unsavory.
Firstly, he assured me not to panic, and commented that what he was trying to do on my body is part of his Job as a professional therapist. With a smile on the side of his lip, he persuaded me that undergoing a body test was a necessary step towards healing and recovering from trauma. Anyone couldβve thought he is a man with a golden heart without knowing he was a sly devil.
After switching position, he wore a surgical glove and placed his hands on my upper back. At first, it came with a press before he exchange it with a slow and gentle massage down to my spine. I felt no comfort in it. From the way he was touching me, I bet he was doing it to satisfy his lust. There was a slight difference about the touches that gave me a bad vibes. However, I maintained my composure to see where it is going to lead. He moves down to my thighs and massage them, and gave false counsel in the process to exploit my body. Shortly after that, he moved up to my bottom and exploit it too.
Above other treatments, my bottom got the longest massage. He was massaging it slowly as if his life depends on it and even got the effrontery to spread my clasped thighs from each other a bit. At that moment, I was beginning to wonder what he was trying to do. The next thing, he insert a finger deep into my p-ssy with force, I couldnβt help but to yelp. How he was able to insert his finger into my p-ssy was unexplainable because I had underwear on, I must say he was a professional In the field.
The sensation I felt made me really furious. Within a blink of an eye, I grabbed an empty glass bottle on top of a medical table beside the bed, I swung myself around and smashed the bottle over the head, which shattered on the ground and caused a laceration on his scalp. The impact of the glass bottle made him wince In an excruciating pain, and stumbled to the floor with bloods trickling down on his face. Anybody could have exited after the damage was done but I didnβt. Besides, he tried to involved me into sexual solicitation which can be referred as sexual misconduct and If I was to be apprehended, he is the one
I didnβt show any pity on him after the pain I had caused him. I picked up a sharp pieces of the broken glass bottle near the closure, and pierce him on his lustful hand, he tried to yelp but I clutched his mouth to avoid him from crying out for help. All he could do was wince and struggle in excruciating pain while blood pours out of his lacerated hand because giving him a scar was my only aim. Despite achieving my aim, a part of me still felt compassion on him.
After the damage, I stepped out of his office hastily before I got caught.The next therapist I consulted named was Jones steven. He was a older Brit man with a fair hair and bristling mustache, His mouth could barely be seen not to mention the belly he had like a seven month lady. Jones steven, on the other hand, he was a gentle man, but he wasnβt dedicated on his job. All he desired was a romantic relationship with me on my first day in his office. What therapist does that?. The first therapist case involved sexual misconduct. Now, the second one is asking me out on a date? Without hesitation, I cut him out of my life and felt frustrated over the issue. Ever since, I lost Interest and stopped consulting any therapists.
While I sat on my bed, I placed my elbows on my thighs and facepalm with tears circled in my light blue eyes. Downheartedly, I sniff and rub my face and exhales heavily. I looked around, examining the room, and caught a glimpse of the photo frame of my father, mother, brother, and me, which we took together as a family, four years ago, hanging on the wall.
As soon I saw it, I gathered my strength and crawled off the bed, and walked up to the wall and separate it from the wall, staring at it affectionately. A surge of love and loss spread through my body, not to mention the pains and tears that well up my eyes while I said bitterly.
Sontee: Father, Mother, Goodwill, my brother, I’m consumed by sorrow. I’m tormented by the thought that I couldn’t save you, that I couldn’t protect the three of you from death’s grasp. I’ve asked myself countless times, ‘Why did death choose to take you instead?’ Why not me? Oh, the anguish of it all! I feel unworthy of the life I’ve been given, unworthy to be called your child, your sister, your brother. My regret is that I made you feel insignificant, unimportant to me. For that, I’m deeply sorry. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused, for not being more understanding and compassionate when you needed me most. Please, forgive me for the resentment I held for so long, Father and brother. Forgive me, Mother. I long to have had more time with you, to work through our issues, to understand you better. Though you’re gone, know that I love you all so dearly..
I laid a kiss on the surface of the photo frame and embrace it afterwards, closing my eyes tight, and tears trickles down my cheeks. After mourning for awhile, I hang it on the wall back, and walked into the loo to have a warm shower. Nothing makes me feel better than letting the warm water run through my pale body, I find so much pleasure in it. Sometimes, it creates a sexual arousal within me which makes me end up doing something naughty and squirting in the loo.
This time, Iβm not giving any room for such. To avoid that, I emerge the loo immediately and stood on the door mat with a pink towel bound around my body. Reluctantly, I cleaned the mess up I caused in the room with the glass cups. After that, I head to my wardrobe, open it and scan the clothes in there. In that moment, I stood at the front of the wardrobe thoughtful about the cloth to wear as the water on my body trickles down. Deciding what to wear can be really overwhelming for me.
However, I picked out a pink hoodie, and placed it on the bed before slipping into it with the previous leather skirt without leggings. But firstly, I dried my body with the towel and applied moisturizer on my pale smooth skin which makes it smoother. After that, I blew dry my hair before dressing in the comfortable clothes. Thereafter, I stood at the front of a standing mirror in my room to check my reflection. I stuck my hands into the pocket of my hoodie at the bottom while I examine my 170cm height (5β6β), 38inch busts, and 40Inch heart butt. I smile wistfully at my well possessed figure and wondered. What is the pose all about? It isnβt lIke Iβve some where vital to go.
I moved away from the mirror to sit on the bed quietly but a part of me wants to be outside badly. After being thoughtful if I should go or not, I finally decided to go out. I took my phone and exited my apartment without the wig and face mask. After all, It was night. I felt Iβm still covered. Aside from that, it wasnβt my first time coming out into the night but thankfully, my hood is very big in size. So, there is 100% guaranteed I canβt be caught by any securities cameras of the streets because the police force ainβt dropping the case as long Iβm still wanted.
I wore my hood and decided to go up to the rooftop of the building which took me few minutes before I arrived there. As soon I arrived on the rooftop, I took a stance and closed my eyes to feel the gentle soft breeze on my skin for a moment, and exhales afterward. I walked briskly to the edge of the rooftop and perch on it gently dangling my legs. Nothing makes me feel more lively than feeling thrill of being high of above the streets and letting the wind whisper secrets into my ears. It makes feel alive, taking in the sight and sounds of the vibrant metropolis below. The rooftop has always been my favorite top to catch wonderful moment lonely at night even before the demise of my parents.
Captivated by the breathtaking view of the cities, I plugged my ear pods into my ears and played some heart touching song of Juice wrld- βLean with me V2β on my phone. I couldnβt help but to sway my head on a slow rhythm and sing along with the talented artiste quietly. The thrilling moment I was enjoying got interrupted by a sudden call. I took a glance on the screen on my phone to see the name of the caller, which showed chloe and it is one out of the two options. Either She called to check in on my whereabouts or she called just to catch up.
Whereas, itβs been three weeks I saw her last. So, I took a deep breath and swipe a white button on the screen of my phone to the left for an answer to the incoming call.
Sontee: Hey, Chloe!
.Chloe: Howdy sontee, whatβs up!
.Sontee: Cool, It’s been a while now! Three weeks since we last caught up. I’ve been trying to reach you, but we kept missing each other. Everything okay?
.Chloe: Yeah, all good! (giggles) Just tied up, you know how it is.
.Sontee: Glad to hear that! You sound excited, though. What’s the good news?
.Chloe: I bet I must be killing you with suspense by the moment.
.Sontee: I guess youβre right!
.Chloe: Chill out, You’ll see soon enough! You know what?
.Sontee: (curious) No!
.Chloe: Get dressed in your best outfit. I’m on my way to pick you up, and don’t ask questions! I’ll fill you in on everything you need to know when we meet. Just take a deep breath, relax, and trust me. Remember, wear your absolute best. I mean it!
Despite her assurance, I wasnβt still convince at all. In that moment, my curiosity needs satisfaction. As if she had read my mind, she hang up on me as soon as she finished her statement leaving me in a state of confusion. Where the hell is she taking me to?
Frankly, chloe is cool, amiable and easy going lady to the core since I met her. But, the heart of humans is full of deceit and treacherous, At times, face could be deceiving. Speaking of it, I hardly know her heart. What if she isnβt pretending to be someone she isnβt? Although, this isnβt our first time hanging out together, this is our second time. Besides, It was three weeks I saw her last, her sudden call made me felt a surge of less confidence even if I may be (amiss) wrong. Due to the false accusations of the police against me, Iβve had trust issues. To make things worst, chloe also knows about it. What if she is planning to frame me up, to hand me over to the police?
As much as I hate to admit, with the thrill voice of her, I felt a bit convince if not fully. When I found out later it is hoax, I swear, Iβll come back for her head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and braces myself to my apartment back. Unlike usual, I didnβt take time thinking of the dresses to put on. As soon I got to my room, I picked out a red leather jacket and a red sequin mini skirt despite Iβm not aware about our destination yet. Still, I needed to look my best, just like chloe who had hesitated.
I slipped into the dresses and sprayed perfume on my body to smell good, finally, I was done dressing and disguised. After that, I stepped out of the building entirely, and hang around under a small canopy. Shortly after, a green Lamborghini Aventador convertible pulled up a few meters away from where I stood, its tires screeching loudly as it came to a stop. As a result, the tyres sparks small bolt of lightning, which didnβt last long. To my surprise, chloe was there sitting in the car, waving her hands at me comfortably, like nothing ever happened. Also, she was sending me affectionate smiles.
What surprises me is the luxury car she brought to my place at this hour of the night. From the view of the car, it is a brand new one because theyβre some part of the chairs strapped with nylons to indicate it is a new car not to mention the color which is glowing like a gem π. The most surprising part is the blue light that shone beneath the car, thatβs, the under light, which makes it more unique than any car Iβve ever seen
The pretty beaming face mustβve splashed a lot of bucks on the luxury car. The cost of the car alone would buy three of the big condominium I live if not four. Chloe is from a super rich family and is also an irrepressible young lady who loves to live a life of luxury like there is no tomorrow. But she’s not a snob, regardless of her luxurious lifestyle, which she’s also enabled me to experience. I was totally against it as long Iβm still wanted even if nobody knows what I looks like yet. The citizens are guessing about it, except the police, from whom I escape. It is a matter of time before they discover the mistake.
Despite it, I couldnβt help to seethe in jealousy within myself by the eye catching sight of chloe sitting in her car comfortably like a queen with no worries. I’ve experienced a similar lifestyle with my family, and anyone can relate. After all, who wants to fall from grace to grass?
In that moment, chloe leaped out of the car excitedly to give me a gentle hug. As for her dresses, she wore a strapless, short and skimpy grey gown with a shining silver chain strapped around her smooth neck. Within, I couldnβt help but to admire them jealously too. To make a long story short, she exudes elegance and beauty in her expensive dress, showcasing her slender figure and complementing it with flashy heels but the excitement written on her face is questionable.
As soon she hugged me, she held my hands, and admiring my dresses, measuring me with her pierce eyes. As if that wasnβt good enough, she laid a soft kiss on my cheek and complimented.
Sontee: Anything wrong, chloe?
.Chloe: Whoa, I love your dress! Had anyone told you how amazing you look, sweetie?
.Sontee: Um, No! How do I look?
.Chloe: Sweetie, youβre exceptionally looking magnificent and splendid..
.Sontee: (pretense) Ohh, I didnβt know that
.Chloe: Thatβs not true.. Honestly, you’re looking stunning. Not just that, you’re always pretty.. As far as I’m concerned, any guy who sets his eyes on you has found a rare gem.. God, you’re amazing, sweetheart! I hope your beauty doesn’t cause any confusion among guys at the nightclub concert.
.Sontee: (giggles) Funny enough! Thanks, chloe. Iβm feeling great in this dress. You sure know how to make me smile. Iβm so glad you like it. Youβre not bad either, youβre eye catching and breath taking too. By the way, did you just mention a βnightclub concertβ?
.Chloe: Yeah! I just did! Come on, let get into the the car. Iβll tell you what you need to know about the nightclub concert (walks towards her car)
.Sontee: (folds her arms) Not yet! Until you let the cat out of the bag! (chloe looks at her)
.Chloe: (giggles) Hahaha! You sound so curious, sontee! I’ll fill you in on the concert details on our way to the club. We can make it if we leave now, the club starts at 7:30, and it’s currently 7:10. We’ve got 20 minutes to spare. Plus, it’s going to be crowded, and I hate waiting in line. Let’s leave ASAP to avoid the queue! Come on, sontee! (gives her a puppy eyes)
Tbc…
First to comment π. Interesting story. Please continue
SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E05) π©Έπ
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“LUST AND TEMPTATION”
Omni-Pov
As Sontee and Chloe conversed with each other along the roadside, passersby of different races couldn’t help but stare at the two ladies’ appearances. Slim Chloe, wearing a grey strapless and skimpy gown with high heels, looked elegant despite her petite frame. Sontee, on the other hand, turned heads with her style of dressing, making both single and married men passing by take notice and steal a second glance.
Furthermore, due to their elegance, one of the cars passing by on the highway almost crashed because the driver was completely distracted by the two ladies’ appearances. Aside from their stunning looks, it was also surprising to the people around them that one of the young ladies could own a very expensive vehicle like the Lamborghini Aventador. However, the two ladies seemed oblivious to the lustful gazes around them as they engaged in a serious discussion.
Despite Chloe’s explanations, Sontee still wasn’t convinced enough to get into the car. However, seeing how serious and enthusiastic Chloe was, she felt she had no other option but to agree. Additionally, Sontee was mindful of not letting Chloe feel like she had a bad impression of her, knowing how hurtful that could be. To avoid any misunderstanding, Sontee sighed and instructed, as she walked briskly towards her flashy car.
Sontee: Alright! Tell me the moment I get into the car.
.Chloe: Roger that! I’ll let you know as soon as you’re in the car. JESUS CHRIST!!
Chloe, unruffled by Sontee’s remark, answered and smiled dazzlingly. She bit her lip admiringly and observed as Sontee moved her hips in a swaying motion while getting into the car. After Sontee’s entry, Chloe stepped into the car, started the engine, and revved it to its highest volume. The sound of the car, similar to a power bike, startled an elderly woman walking by and caused her to slump to the ground suddenly, like a bag of cement, as the noise was unexpected.
Angered, the poor old lady managed to regain her stance and raised her middle finger in the air, muttering a curse under her breath.
Stranger: F-CK YOU, SICKO.. AND, F-CK YOUR GODDAMN GENERATION, YOU PSYCHO!! SHIT! The bastard scared the hell out of me.. (clutches her backside) Ohhh, my butts aches..
Astonished by the old lady’s outburst, a few passersby who witnessed the scenario stood aside and watched to see what would happen next. Unfortunately for them, nothing further transpired, as Chloe, oblivious to the woman’s tirade, put the car in gear and sped away, continuing her conversation with Sontee.
Chloe: Sooo…!?
.Sontee: Back to where we left off. So, spill the beans!
Sontee interrupted, and Chloe gave her a blank stare for a short time, seemingly unable to believe that Sontee would say that suddenly and impulsively without giving it a second thought. Noticing Chloe’s look out of the corner of her eye, Sontee asked.
Sontee: What?
.Chloe: Whoa, Sontee! (giggles) Calm down, okay? I know you’re curious, but let’s take a deep breath. I’ll fill you in as soon as I can, but first, I need you to relax. You’re not alone in this. I’m here with you.
.Sontee: (nags) Alright, alright. I will chill out but youβre killing me with suspense here
.Chloe: (giggles) I feel you, sontee! Just chill out. And, the good news is that you were already aware of the nightclub concert before now, if you could remember.
.Sontee: I donβt think so!
.Chloe: Yeah! You mightβve forgotten but I recall that.. Now, I understand whatβs going on!
.Sontee: How?
.Chloe: You know, your sudden curiosity about our destination… (giggles) It’s as if you think I have sinister plans or something! (exhales) Let me ask you, Sontee, and I want your honest answer. Do you really think I’d ever hurt you if I had the chance?
Chloe asked, confidently palming and maneuvering the steering wheel. With no response, Sontee, who had been looking in Chloe’s direction, took her eyes off her and gazed forward for a moment. Knowing where the conversation was leading, she bowed her head, closed her eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief. She understood the reason behind the question and, from Chloe’s tone, assumed Chloe must have figured out her true intentions. Little did she know, Chloe was still clueless.
Meanwhile, Chloe seemed unfazed, as if she hadn’t just asked a question. She picked up her phone and began scrolling through it while driving. After a while, Chloe dropped her phone and glanced at Sontee, whose mind was elsewhere. Then, Chloe reached out and gently rubbed Sontee’s cheek with the back of her fingers. With a hint of dark humor, she said — a comment that made Sontee look at her with anxiety.
Chloe: Oh please, wake up Ms. beautiful sleepyhead
.Sontee: Sorry?
.Chloe: I caught you sleeping
.Sontee: Nah, I wasnβt
.Chloe: But I saw you closing your eyes and nodding your head, almost as if you were about to drift off to sleep.
.Sontee: Well, actually, I was just… You know..(sighed)
.Chloe: Are you okay?
.Sontee: Sure, Iβm good
.Chloe: You donβt look good to me
.Sontee: (feign) Oh, really? Whatβs wrong with how I look?
.Chloe: God, youβre incredibly beautiful even when youβre worried.
.Sontee: (rolls her eyes) Oh chloe, donβt bring that now again!
.Chloe: Oh, come on. Did I said anything foolish?
.Sontee: Donβt pull my legs!!
.Chloe: (smiles) And thatβs where youβre wrong, hot cake. There is no leg pulling here because it is the plain truth. You should know that by now.
.Sontee: I supposed I was wrong then.. Anyways, I appreciate your sweet words.. Ms. chloe!
.Chloe: (giggles) Oh, βMs. chloeβ? Well, I feel much better now..
.Sontee: Iβm glad you do!
.Chloe: Anyways, I recommend checking your phone.. I have forwarded the club ticket I purchased in my name to you. Take a look!
.Sontee: Ok, let me check it out
Sontee pulled out her phone and scrolled through her inbox π¨ to check for confirmation. After verifying, she looked back at Chloe and expressed her gratitude, accompanied by a warm and subtle smile.
Sontee: Hey! Seen already.. Thanks so much, Chloe..
.Chloe: Don’t even mention it! If our roles were reversed, you would’ve done the same for me. That’s what friends are all about.. Loving, caring, and being there for each other, no matter what. And that’s a promise I’ll keep forever..
After completing her statement, Chloe winked at Sontee, who was now filled with regret for having harbored a bad impression of Chloe. Knowing Chloe’s true nature, Sontee blamed herself for not trusting her from the start. Her mind began to wander to the secret they shared – the false accusation and allegation of murder against Sontee.
Speaking of that, Chloe could’ve revealed Sontee’s whereabouts to the police after discovering her secret, but she didn’t. Sontee thought that if it were someone else, they would’ve done that a long time ago. She wondered why she hadn’t understood this sooner, despite their time together. Chloe’s busy career as a tourist had distracted Sontee, and her fear had blinded her. Sontee felt she was just trying to protect herself, knowing people can change anytime. Still, she felt guilty and haunted. But knowing Chloe cared, Sontee decided to stay calm and act like nothing was wrong.
Minutes later, they arrived at the club named Coda. Shortly after, a female valet approached their car to attend to them, as the club offered valet parking services. Chloe pulled up to the entrance and handed over her keys to the valet, who would park her car in a designated area.
As the valet took care of the car, Chloe and Sontee walked sexily towards the club’s entrance along a long red carpet. At the entrance, two bodyguards in black, wearing black shades and with chiseled features, stood firmly. Their stance was so bold that they seemed ready to confront a wild animal if it suddenly appeared. Their firm posture and breathtaking heights were intimidating, making anyone wonder if they were human. Their heights alone were enough to make anyone tremble with fear.
Mesmerized by the approaching women, the bodyguard on the right swallowed hard, while the other scratched his lower region for a moment as soon as Sontee and Chloe reached their presence. Blinded by lust, the bodyguards let them into the club without checking their tickets or ID, which Sontee thought was ridiculously careless. What if they were terrorists? Nevertheless, the guards’ eyes remained fixed on them with a lustful gaze until they disappeared into the crowd inside the club.
Inside the club, the atmosphere was electric, pulsating like a living entity. The thumping bass reverberated through the crowd, while pulsating lights illuminated the sea of dancing bodies. The DJ worked the crowd into a frenzy, and while some swayed to the beats, others in the VIP area indulged in hard drugs, filling the air with the smell of weed and alcohol.
While others indulged in their interests, Chloe and her partner, Sontee, sat in the VIP area, conversing excitedly. Soon, they became absorbed in their drinks. As they relaxed, Sontee glanced around, as if searching for someone or something. Meanwhile, Chloe, sitting close to her, held a glass half-filled with whiskey and swayed her body from side to side to the rhythm played by the energetic DJ.
Meanwhile, Sontee’s eyes scanned the room, and she was captivated by the lively scene unfolding in the club. The sight of people dancing and shouting in a frenzied rush, as if the night was their last, was exhilarating. The energetic dancers inspired her, and she felt a sudden urge to join them amidst the chaos. However, her attention was diverted when she caught sight of a familiar figure she never thought she’d see again.
In that moment, a tall, white guy with an ectomorph build, dressed in a fine blue shirt and black trousers, approached Chloe with a smile.
Stranger: Hey dear, Iβm Liam. Whatβs yours?
.Chloe: Iβm chloe!!
.Stranger: Chloe, nice to meet you.. Do you mind if we dance together?
.Chloe: No, I donβt mind. Letβs dance
.Stranger: Alright. (assists her up) You look gorgeous by the way, Chloe.
.Chloe: (giggles) Thanks, Liam! Please, give me a seconds.
.Stranger: (smiles) Sure, take your time!
.Chloe: (whispers into sonteeβs ear) I don’t want to pretend, Sontee. I caught you and that charming guy over there staring at each other. If I were you, I’d hold onto him before another lady swoops in and snatches him away.
.
Sontee: (gives her a blank look) ??
.Chloe: Letβs go, Liam.
.Stranger: You like the songs, donβt you?
.Chloe: (giggles) I guess, Liam.
After that, Chloe and Liam went amidst the sea of dancing bodies to bop, leaving Sontee alone on the couch. Before that, Chloe walked over to meet the person locking gazes with Sontee and conferred with him for a while, leaving Sontee in a state of astonishment and shock. She wondered what her friend had told the one who had been staring at her the whole time. She couldnβt believe Chloe would go the extra mile to meet him, and whatever Chloe had confided in him, she knew it was related to her.
Sontee watched from a distance as she sat and smiled, observing Chloe sway her body from side to side with her companion, clearly excited. She replayed Chloe’s advice in her head and found her words reasonable. Speaking of which, how long had it been since she last had a relationship?
The last relationship she had was over 5 years ago, with Max Freddie, and now she is 24. Ever since then, she has been single. Marrying at 24 had always been her wish since childhood. Probably, that could have come to pass if there weren’t any complications along the way. Though it’s just advice, she needs a partner at this stage of her life to share feelings with and stay in each other’s warm arms day and night. But it’s more than Chloe will ever understand. Besides, she didn’t complain about her single lifestyle.
Sontee grasped a glass cup on the table in front of her and took a swig of the fine wine inside, looking at the one who was still staring intently in her direction, as if she were some kind of TV. Speaking of the guy, he also took a swig of his drink, measuring her up and down every second with his eyes.
Feeling like she had encountered him before, Sontee tried to recall the moment when they met each other. After being thoughtful for a while, she remembered when and where they had encountered each other.
*
Abusheβs Pov
There is an Amharic authentic phrase from my wise ancestors that says, ‘α α°α« α α₯αα½ α αα°αα α₯α α΅ α α₯αα½ αα.’ This original Amharic phrase, commonly used in Ethiopia, conveys the message that ‘fate isn’t in our hands, but our efforts are in our hands.’ If anyone asks, I’m a Canadian-Ethiopian young man who has spent most of his life here in Canada. As for my background, that’s a story for another time.
However, two things I realized from the proverb are that we canβt control the initial hand we’re dealt, but we can play our cards wisely. Another thing is that fate might deal the cards, but we can still play them with skill and determination. Technically, fate is not fixed but evolves through personal choices. Many cultures and belief systems hold that fate plays a role in shaping one’s life. Sometimes, the way fate works in a person’s life is beyond human understanding.
All my life, I have always wished for three good things for myself: wealth, genuine love, and happiness. Because where there is money, there is respect. When there is genuine love, there is commitment, and when there is happiness, there is peace. Speaking of which, did they come to pass?
I’m glad to say that I’m a millionaire, even if I’m not as well off as those with $80,000 and more. At least, having $10,000-$15,000 sitting in my account at age 20 is worthwhile. Earning millions every week without any struggle, which I can do from home all by myself, isn’t bad for a millionaire.
In terms of love, words can’t express how many times I got rejected by the lady I fell in love with back when I lived in Ontario. Three months ago, I just moved here to Toronto. Back in Ontario, she didn’t even bother to let me know her name, not to mention accepting me. After many approaches, rejection was all I got in return. At some point, she threatened that if I didn’t stop chasing after her, I’d end up in jail, not in a bar. That was when I knew love is like cigarettes.
After the threat, I had no choice but to back off. Anyone could have called me a coward for giving up on her easily, but that’s not true. From the way she sounded that day, I knew she wasn’t joking. She’s a hot and intimidating lady. Her looks alone could make anyone tremble, especially when she’s furious. God, it attracts me so much! Whenever we see each other, we pass as if we don’t exist in each other’s eyes. Meanwhile, at home, I was obsessed with her. Sometimes, it led to masturbation because her physique could make any man’s hormones rage. After some months, I didn’t see or hear anything about her again.
However, life has been good so far since I moved to Toronto. Toronto is a beautiful city with a unique blend of modern and historic architecture, vibrant neighborhoods, and stunning natural scenery. While beauty is subjective, Toronto’s unique blend of natural beauty, cultural diversity, and urban energy makes it a beautiful city that has something to offer for everyone. The neighborhoods are nice, and I’ve made some friends. Sadly, I’ve also lost some. Most importantly, I make fast money every weekend, legally, and all this has happened within the space of three months.
*After sleeping for a few hours this noon, I woke up feeling famished and a bit energized. After waking, I used the restroom and slipped into something casual. I emerged from my room only to be alerted by the flapping sounds of something colliding and a suppressed m**n from an unknown source. Curiosity surged through me, and I needed to know what was going on. So, I closed the door to my room gently and tiptoed from the entrance to trace the sound quietly. The nearer I walked, the louder the sound became. The next words I heard, which paralyzed me for a moment, were ‘F**k’, ‘Mm-mm, baby’, ‘Shit, baby’, and ‘Ohhh, f**k’. In that moment, I already knew what was going on, but my instinct told me to take a look, and I did without hesitation.
I leaned against the wall and peeked through from where I stood. To my utmost shock, before my eyes, Sandra, the British girlfriend of my master, was being screwed by a black, chiseled guy in a standing s*x style. But Sandra knew I had caught her secret affair because as soon as I peeked, our eyes met, and shock was written on both our faces. I wasnβt expecting our eyes to meet. Despite that, she couldnβt help but m**n, her tongue juggling out of her mouth. She was even salivating in the process. The guy’s face was hidden from me; I could only see his black backside twitching with each thrust he gave her beneath in a fast frenzy. They were both awash with dripping sweat. I couldnβt believe she could bring a man to the house to have s*x with her while my master was away. She and my master also have s*x, and I donβt care about that, but seeing her with another guy is an act of plain infidelity. What surprised me is that she had the nerve to do that in the house, not outside. What if my master walks in?
The sight of the two outraged me so much that I had to rush quietly back into my room, as I couldnβt believe what I had just seen. Everything relating to the scene replayed in my memory. I would have loved to report the case to my master, but leaving it for him to find out himself seems the best option. Besides, he might not believe me. Apart from that, Sandra and I have not been on good terms since I met her. Her attitude shows that she detests me, and she’s a snobbish lady. As the kind of lady she is, my master can be sweet-talked, and he might believe her, which could get me into trouble. Sadly, he doesnβt know his girlfriend is nothing but a cheater and a loser. What a pity!
Knowing fully that I had caught her red-handed, I knew she might want to pull a fast one on me, either good or bad. For some moments, I couldnβt stop thinking about her infidelity. So, I took off my clothes and entered the bathroom for a cold shower. I stood beneath the shower with my head hung low and my eyes closed, allowing the water to run through my body. With that, I regained my composure and released a big sigh of relief. I felt so lost under the running water of the shower that I didnβt sense when Sandra joined me. To my greatest shock, I rubbed my face and opened my eyes only to see her standing n***d at the entrance of the showering glass door, smiling sneeringly. God! The view of her big, bouncing teardrop b*****s and her shaped, fresh lady parts, combined with her body physique, struck me with an instant wave of shock. I couldnβt help but swallow hard.
Before I could make a move or say anything, she jabbered and pounced on me with great agility.
Sandra: Hmm, Just what I thought and want. 9 perfect inch, 5 wild girth, and a huge sack to ball deep. (clasp her thighs and moans) Even a big glan to crash through my walls. Youβre a definition of monster!!
She latched her lips on mine forcibly, and gripped my body tight as I tried to break loose, but she was so strong when it comes to strength. I wondered where she inherited the strength from and I couldnβt resist her easily not after she had grabbed my black 9 inch manhood, and began stroking it slowly to her own satisfaction, pinning me against the wall. I jerked immediately I felt her hand stroking my hood, as if I was electrocuted and within secs, I became fully hard. Despite our latched lips, I couldnβt help but m**n sensually. I jerked all over body with each stroke, especially the glans she was
SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E06) π©Έπ
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“CHANCES”
Abushe’s Pov
Truthfully, in terms of beauty, Sandra isn’t off the charts. Many could queue up for her, because she’s hot, but she’s ugly on the inside. After I caught her having ‘Netflix and chill’ with another man, there’s no denial. Everybody has their own nasty side, including me, but hers is beyond expectation.
After chasing her out, I locked my room door and went into the loo to rinse off the semen on my private parts, then walked out back. I took out an oversized sweater shirt and joggers from my wardrobe and slipped into them. I applied cream to my hair to make it curly and smooth, then pierced my earrings into my ears. Next, I stepped out of the house and took a leisurely walk, taking in the sights and sounds. I greeted some neighbors and got into the streets, exchanging pleasantries and catching up. It was a real way to clear my head and feel connected to the street.
In the process of doing that, one of them, whom I knew as Knox, offered me a cigar as a gesture of friendship and hospitality. He’s a chain smoker, and everyone knew him for that, but he’s older than me, more like a big brother. He was a lifesaver. He once saved me from being bullied by some ghetto street boys, even threatening them to stay away from me and never cross paths with me again. That was after I relocated here to Toronto. One day, I decided to take a walk away from home to view the new place I had just arrived in when the ghetto thugs ambushed me, and I was outnumbered. I couldn’t face them alone to avoid getting beaten to a stupor. But before anything bad happened to me, Knox came to my aid.
As soon as they saw Knox, they took off like antelopes and dispersed, as if Knox was a lion from the jungle. With that, I knew there was more to the relationship between those ghetto thugs and Knox, and I felt something must be going on between the two rivals. It was a big surprise to me when the thugs took off and went their separate ways that day. Thenceforth, I never saw those ghetto boys again. In the aftermath, Knox and I became casual friends.
However, I ignored the cigar he offered me in a friendly and gestural manner.
Knox: Come on, brudda! Take a puff!
.Abushe: Not really my thing.
.Knox: Suit yourself. Stay safe!!
.Abushe: (thumbs up) You made a pretty big point of that. Thanks, man. See you around!
Knox nods in agreement, lighting the tip of his cigar, while I went my own way, taking in the sights and sounds of the area with my hands deep in my pockets. I stumbled upon a fantastic bar while exploring the neighborhood. Upon entering the bar, I collided with another friend named Billie. Unlike Knox, we’re closer as financial braggarts. All thanks to him, he’s the reason I’m financially independent. In terms of money, I could say he’s richer and better because he’s also involved in illegal activities. But he’s a socialite and a womanizer. There was a time he threw a big party with fifty ladies in attendance. There wasn’t a day I ran into him without seeing him with a woman at his house. He has his way with many women as he wants without a care in the world. At the end of the day, he dumps them after satisfying his sexual desires with them
Due to that, the friendship between us has been distant. He preferred to spend his time with women. Aside from that, those were the things he did that made me despise his character so much. He is a drug addict, and there were times he had persuaded me to get involved in it with him. But I ignored his offer, knowing how implicating and harmful hard drugs are. The worst of it is that it could lead to early death, which is why I had to distance myself from him as much as I can.
But here, before my eyes, Billie is standing and wrapping his arms around the waist of one of his side chicks, Alice, whom I know. He even planted a kiss on her neck as we met and exchanged greetings
Abushe: Hey, Billie!
.Billie: (ignoring him) Look, if I were you, I’d be praying not to pass out from the intense ‘Netflix and chill’ session I have planned for us at home. It’s going to be a wild one, baby!
.Alice: Uh-huh. That’s what you said last time but you usually end up collapsing on me instead, with pills or without pills.
.Abushe: (gawks) ??
.Billie: (snarl) Are you underestimating ME?
.Alice: *Impotent fool* What? Why? No, I dare not… No one will ever handle me like you do, honey. So, why would I underestimate you? (kisses him) Don’t be like this, honey. I’m so sorry, okay? I love you… By the way, your friend is greeting you.
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Billie: (looks at abushe) Darn it! Look, I’m sorry for not responding, lad.
.Abushe: No worries at all. I see you’re having fun with your betterhalf. That’s good!
.Billie: Yeah, you’re right! I was planning to her some english lesson at home. But the pronto already screwed up.
.Alice: “Pronto?” Oh honey, that sounds like you’re still upset at me. I apologize to you seconds ago. Don’t be like that? (caressing Billie’s chest)
.Billie: Yeah, whatever! (facing a Abushe) Besides, I’ve got only one life, man. So it’s best for me to enjoy it while it lasts.
.Abushe: You made a big point!
.Billie: Yeah! It was fortnight ago I saw you last. What’re you up to?
.Abushe: Well, Just hanging out, relaxing. That’s all.
.Billie: That’s good too! (whispering) You’re a fool, abushe. You know why? I asked you to join the drug business, so you could make more money quickly, like me. You kept declining my offer. Loook at that brand new bugatti over there, I own it. Thankfully, you’re aware that my compound is filled with dozens of luxury cars. The bugatti you see is the smallest of the cars I own at home. I know you’re doing well too, and it’s all thanks to me, I made it happen. But that’s not enough. If you don’t take risks, how will you achieve your goals? Come on, be wise! It may be risky, but it’s worth the shot, man!
.Abushe: (sighs) Honestly, Billie. You’re not selfish..
.Billie: (chuckles) Oh, did you hear that, babe?
.Alice: (pretends) Of course, baby! He is right!
.Abushe: (grinning) I’m glad to know that from you Alice.
.Alice: (winks at him) You’re welcome!
.Abushe: (continues) I said that because you’re such a kind of person who wants to see his people around him also flourish. You tag them along to become successful too. Even they’re not up to your standards, yet, you make that happen for them. And one of them is me. See Billie, I appreciate your efforts and kindness but I’m glad to say, I’m contented with the terms you’ve given me to achieve my financial freedom. Aside from that, I’m planning a big project. Moreover, as long as I’m living comfortably and happy, that is enough for me. But let’s do it this way, I’ll apprise you whenever I’m interested In your idealistic business.
.Billie: Suit yourself. But I want you to know that comfort and happiness isn’t enough. By now, you should’ve own your mansion and cars. Even a flying jet of your own if you was the same page with me but you’re so intractable to convince. However, planning a big project sounds pretty good to me. A project can house, company and many more. Atleast, that alone shows the step you’re taking towards achieving what you wanted and I wish you the best of luck on your projects.
.Abushe: Thanks, B.
.Billie: Yeah! (whisper) Look, I’ll say it over and over again. Come one, Join me. Even if it is once to see how fortunate is this drug business are.
.Abushe: (clears his throat) You know what? We’d talk later, B. Don’t let me keep the both of you waiting. Go and enjoy your woman at home.
.Billie: Hmph! Coward. Anyways, I hope to see you in the concert tonight.
.Abushe: Sure, till then, B!
.Billie: (laughs) Coward! He is afraid of being apprehended by the cops.
.Abushe: (enters the bar)I’ll pretend like I didn’t heard that.
.Billie: See you around, coward. Let’s get going, baby.
.Alice: Sure! Bye abushe!
.Billie: (pulls her) Shut the hell up and let’s go!
.Alice: Chill out, honey! It is just a bye
.Billie: Whatever. Move forward
As soon as I entered the bar, I was stunned by the captivating sight. What stunned me more was the number of people, and most of them were white. Some were watching a huge TV, others played snooker, and some sat alone, lost in their drinks. I looked around for an empty seat and found one in seconds. After sitting down, a bartender offered me what I wanted.
An hour passed, and I was still in the bar, chilling and having my fifth drink. I was focused on my phone, but I was also self-conscious about my surroundings. Suddenly, a group of men sitting a few distances away from me started murmuring among themselves. Although they weren’t loud enough for anyone to hear what they were saying, I could catch a few words. At first, I wanted to ignore them, but then I decided to perk up and listen to what they were discussing. From the way they sounded, they were talking about someone or something beautiful. Additionally, I noticed some people in the bar shifting their attention in a lustful manner towards a certain direction.
In the process, I noticed five men on different seats scratching their lower regions. I wondered, if not that they’d seen someone tempting, why on earth would they do that? And what could be so captivating that would turn their heads? In that moment, I felt curious and turned my head to take a look at what could have possibly mesmerized the men, only to see a woman with dark long blonde hair, standing at the entrance of the bar. From the look of her, it seemed like she was just entering the bar because she was scanning around, looking for a spare chair to sit on. What’s so special about this lady? To me, her dress wasn’t too revealing.
She wore a white knitted sweater and a black skirt with net leggings and boots. I couldn’t help but notice how stylish she looked. Her heart-shaped face, turned-up nose, and piercing light blue eyes made her a stunning sight. Her red lips and sinewy body physique only added to her beauty. As she walked towards an unoccupied chair, her confident stride caught my attention. I noticed the way her body moved with grace and poise, and I couldn’t help but admire her overall appearance.
Her figure is a wonder to behold, but the lustful eyes in the bar are still fixed on her as she sits down gently with a serious expression, which I noticed when she first came in. What’s more, she looks familiar to a lady I knew in Ontario. The main difference is their hair and skin color. The one I knew had red hair and olive skin, while this one has dark hair and pale skin. She’s a beautiful!
The image of the redhead I knew in Ontario and the dark-haired woman I just saw in the bar left me confused. Could she be the doppelganger of the redhead I knew? To be sure, I sneaked a glance at her face and was taken aback by the freckles. Then, I noticed a circular birthmark on the left side of her neck while she was talking to the bartender. Instantly, it brought back memories of the redhead I knew. I remembered seeing the same birthmark on her neck. It was shocking to see it on the dark-haired woman too. Everything clicked into place, and I couldn’t believe who I was seeing. I felt both outraged and astonished, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
I couldn’t help but stare at her captivating figure with admiration. As I sat there, my stomach was doing flips with excitement, like a teenager on their first date. My heart was racing, and I had butterflies in my stomach as I couldn’t take my eyes off her while she sipped her drink. I was frozen in place, unable to smile or move, but feeling intensely comfortable as I watched her enjoy her moment, her face slightly tilted down. As if she knew I was looking at her, she raised her face and looked straight in my direction, making my heart race even more. I wanted to wink or wave at her to show my excitement, but I was paralyzed. It was as if my body was controlled by an invisible force, fixed on her like a robot.
However, I expected her to be surprised to see me in the bar. Instead, she turned her head back after gazing at me with piercing blue eyes for a while. From the look on her face, she seemed to be wondering why I was staring at her like that. If only she knew how thrilled I was to see her again! I couldn’t help but notice how captivating she looked, especially her red lips. I found myself imagining what it would be like to taste her lips. Her presence had a strong effect on me, and I felt my phallus achieving e******n.
After examining me for a while, she pulled out her phone and stared at it. Suddenly, I received an alert on my phone about a $10,000 deposit into my Gmail and bank account. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was seeing things. But when I looked again, the same figure was still on my screen. I was skeptical, so I checked my surroundings before logging into my Gmail account. To my surprise, the amount was still there. I also checked my bank account, and indeed, $10,000 had been credited to it. My eyes widened in shock and amazement at the sudden windfall. At first, I thought it might be a scam, but after verifying my bank account, I realized it was real.
The most surprising thing is that the money was sent by Billie, whom I had spoken to just an hour ago. I wondered why he sent me the money. Although it wasn’t the first time he had sent me money, the amount of $10,000 was astonishing. The last time he sent me money was when we were getting close, and it was $500 at his mansion. I remembered he asked for my bank account, which I gave him before I left. I couldn’t understand why he would send such a large amount. What if it was a mistake? But if it was, he would have called me immediately. I felt there was more to this money than I could understand, and I needed to find the right answer.
After finding out, I swiped through my phone and tried to call him. But then, I saw her rushing out of the bar, her backside twitching with each pace. I wondered what was wrong with her because I caught her rubbing her cheek as she hurried out in tears. Was she sobbing? Just then, I noticed an earring near the chair she was sitting in. I immediately stood up to pick it up and exited the bar, knowing it belonged to her. Besides, I didn’t want to miss another chance to win her heart this time.
Luckily, I saw her standing near a black power bike, which I assumed was hers. Although I only saw her back, I couldn’t help but notice her smooth thighs in the net leggings she wore. As I approached her, I wondered why she left the bar in such a hurry, especially since I saw her rubbing her face like she was upset. From the look of her, I felt like something was bothering her, but I didn’t know what
As I approached her, I started to hear her whimpering voice. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was really hearing it, but as soon as I reached her side, I was struck by the sound of her sobs. It was like she was mourning the loss of someone. The sound of her crying pierced me to the core, and I felt paralyzed in that moment. I couldn’t move or speak for a few seconds. I wondered what could have happened to make her break down like this. Did she catch her partner cheating? Or was it something else entirely.
Besides, she’s a splendor for any guy to cheat on. She’s got features every man wants in a woman. What else? Except such a man is an animal. What could truly be the problem? God! I despise it when I see women cry. It shatters me to the core. In that moment, I couldn’t hold it any longer, as much as I felt paralyzed to move. And when I made my move, upon holding her right shoulder, to my utmost shock and surprise, as if she saw it coming, she quickly parried my hand and turned around easily with a roundhouse kick that smashed across my midsection. The impact of her kick sent me lying flat on my back.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, she mounted on my stomach and clenched the collar of my sweater tight, trying to punch me with her fist behind her face, and a dead look on her face, not to mention the tears that welled up in her eyes. Before she could punch me in the face with her balled fist, I lamented that I had come to hand over her earring to her, showing it to her face. In that moment, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes with fright, thinking about what was going to happen next after my lamentations. She got off me.
With the hope that she would take her earring from me, she got off me and hastily climbed onto her power bike, turning on the engine. Next, she rode off speedily, abandoning her earring with me. I would have loved to stop her, but words couldn’t be expressed as I watched her disappear out of sight on her speedy bike. I stood there, giving the earring one more look, when a lady with long dreadlocks walked up to me from where she was standing earlier. From the look of her appearance, she seemed like a ghetto freak, not to mention the tattoos on her body.
Lady: Howdy, handsome?
.Abushe: (looks at her) Hello!
.Lady: Are you okay?
.Abushe: Yes, I’m (raising an eyebrow)
.Lady: Actually, I saw what happened between you and the lady recently, so I decided to check on you. You know, to see if you’re hurt.
.Abushe: I’m fine! Thanks for your concern.
.Lady: Yeah! If I may ask you, was that your betterhalf? I mean, the crazy lady that just kicked your a*s?
.Abushe: And what if she is? So are you going to judge me or what?
.Lady: No, but she’s really a wild one, boy. Moments ago, I caught her engaging in a fight with two guys in the street. Two guys against her seemed like a mismatch, as those guys aren’t anyone to mess with. They’re perilous, and even the cops can’t handle them easily. To my shock, your partner, whatever she is to you, defeated the guys in the most brutal way beyond recognition. Honestly, I really admire her bravery because I never expected her to defeat those guys. Little did she know, it was a suicidal move anyway.
.Abushe: S – suicidal move? What’re you talking about?
.Lady: Boy, really? You’re seriously asking me that? Look, boy, if you don’t know, I mean the word D-E-A-T-H – DEATH! As for as I’m concerned, you’re a dead man already because you’re not safe with her.
.Abushe: (shocked) What!?
.Lady: Look, I shouldn’t be telling you this at all because I’m not a good person either. You and your partner are just fortunate to see my good sides. If not, I know what I can do. Aside from that, I didn’t expect to see you or your girlfriend around. Knowing fully what kind of danger she is, I decided to interfere in your matters to avoid a ticket to the afterlife because I know those guys more than you think. As a matter of fact, they’re gangsters and very dangerous ones who live to terrorize the streets without a care in the world.
.Abushe: I guess you’re talking about the MS-13?
.Lady: Listen, unlike MS-13, these gangsters cause violence and damage within the streets on a low key. But that was then. Now, it’s as if they don’t care anymore because they’re causing more problems than ever in public. The worst part is that they’re now spreading gradually like a wild fire in Toronto, which is giving the cops a hard time apprehending them.
.Abushe: (frightening) How do you know all this?
.Lady: It’s none of your f*****g business. If I were you and your partner, I’d lay low. If possible, the two of you should relocate out of this country completely if you truly love each other. Otherwise, the two of you will end up spending the rest of your life in the afterlife with your relatives, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that to happen. So lay low and stay out of their sight. I’ve warned you enough. Good luck to the two of you.
As soon as she finished her statement, she turned around and walked back to her spot, leaving me in a state of confusion and trepidation. Before long, I left the area.
Tbc…
SURVIVOR: Ghost β Bodyguard Series (S01 β’ E07) π©Έπ
By:- Adewole Kelvin
CHANCES 2
Abushe’s Pov
“Do not catch a leopard by its tail, but if you do, then don’t let go”.
It is one of the popular quotes in ethiopia that conveys – Tackling fears head-on can be very risky, but once you start, see it through to the end. Especially, the fear of death, also known as thanatophobia or mortality salience. Many people considers death the ultimate fear because it represent the end of one’s existence and identity, it irreversible and permanently, it is unpredictable and occurs at any moment, and It can be accompanied by pain, suffering or loss of loved ones.
Ultimately, fear is a personal and subjective experience, what scares someone the most can depend on their unique experiences, beliefs and values. However, fear is a natural part of human and it Isn’t a reflection of weakness or strength. How one responds to fear is what matters.
Hours later in the evening after the encounter, here I’m, sitting on the bed with my back leaning against the wooden board of the bed, and replaying what happened moments ago at the bar while I toss the earring each minutes it drops. I’ve been baffled since I came back from the bar, there is nothing that baffles a real man more than trying to lose his loved ones, especially the one he cares for the most.
For months, I missed the one I adore despite us having nothing in common, and I met her by coincidence at a bar, where I discovered that some gangster could be planning to harm her. Hearing about it sent a cold chill down my spine especially the part, where the street lady involves the relatives, who will also suffer for the crime they don’t know, which was even more terrifying.
I’ve been baffled by a lot of things, but after the discovery of the perilous gangsters, I tend to be haunted by the horrific imagination of watching the one I adore so much die in a pool of her own blood, which I can’tt let it happen. Even if she is an empowered lady.
After being slammed to the ground by her, back at the bar, there is no way I could deny the fact that she is a strong and bold lady. Up to the present moment, my body still aches. If a lady like her could defeat two perilous guys at a time, who I am to confront her? That’s a free ticket to afterlife.
Besides, I won’t judge the poor lady for dealing with the gangsters. They got what they deserved for testing the wrong person, the outcome of busting up with them is just the biggest problem, which I fear a lot. Regardless, I couldn’t help but to fall in love with her the more for her bravery.
Despite us having nothing in common, I can’t continue be daydreaming while I watch her fall into the den of those lions. I won’t forgive myself if that happens, after being aware. Also, this could be a better chance to win her all for myself this time. To makes things worst, I couldn’t trail her when I had the chance to do so, which is the biggest mistake I have ever made. Afaani!(God!), how do I find her!?
I sigh and took a glance at the wall clock, it is 7pm. I doffed my clothes and arrange them squarely. In the process of doing it, I could perceive the subtle scent of her perfume lingering on my clothes, a reminder of our collision.
For minutes, I couldn’t stop sniffing the subtle scent, and beaming like a person who won a visa lottery. it was as if my life depends on it and I couldn’t help to be turned on by the scent. Her subtle scent of perfume alone can drive a man skeleton out of his body.
After a couple times of burying my face on the clothes and sniffing it, I eventually dropped the clothes and headed to the wardrobe. I opened the wardrobe and gazed through the clothes hanging inside. I picked out a new polo milk shirt by the hook and fine skintight crazy jeans with pairs of expensive snickers which I’m planning to wear to the club concert. In that moment, I thought about billie. I wondered what he is really up to, just then, I recalled the moment I wanted to call him, regarding the huge amount of money sent from him, if it wasn’t a mistake.
As soon as I recall that, I took my phone and phone him up, for about three times, he didn’t answer the call. So, I gave up and went ahead into the loo. Recalling what happened earlier, between me and sandra, I ran out of the loo to lock the door of my room, before getting into the loo to have a cold shower for few minutes.
Next, I got dressed and felt sharp in my clothes, with my hair styled sleek and sleekly in place. I took a round fashion eye glasses from my drawer and wore it, looking more sharp in my clothes. After the admirations of my reflection in the mirror, I walked out of my room briskly, scrolling through my phone intently.
On getting to the door, I felt startled by a sudden familiar voice of someone. As I turned around, I saw my master emerging from the kitchen, sipping from his teacup he was holding, to sit on one of the couch in the parlor facing my direction with his leg crossed a king. When did he arrive without me knowing?
Anderson Brandt is the name of my master. Unlike other masters, he is different. He is cool, aside from that, he is a generous white man with bristling mustaches. I would have said he was faking his attitudes to attract love and attention, but it isn’t true. That’s the kind of man he is; it is his nature.
Tragically, the poor man lost his spouse and only son in a pool of their own blood. He lamented he and his spouse had an altercation one night due to his lack of finance. As a result, his wife was driven to move out of the apartment they once shared with their only son, Elon. The next day, he received a devastating news that his spouse and only son were murdered in their car. I felt saddened after discovering the demise of his spouse and son.
Sometimes, the poor man blames himself for the death of his own family, because if there hadn’t been any altercation between them regarding his lack of finances, they wouldn’t have been murdered. Honestly, I can’t blame the man, there is nothing than makes a marriage last longer where there is understanding between spouses.
Understanding is a vital component of a healthy and long lasting marriage. No one expects you to understand each other completely, but making an efforts to understand and be understood can work wonders in marriage. Someone doesn’t need to have money to have an understanding spouse. A successful relationship is built on the qualities and efforts of the individuals involved, not on their bank accounts.Since the incident happened, he’s been a single man. Two month ago, he met sandra and how they both met is unknown to me. One day, I was home alone playing games in the living room when he brought sandra home after his trip to Kenya, where he had been traveling as a tourist. From that day on, I knew sandra was nothing but a gold digger who was just after my master money; He is enough to be her uncle if not father. When it comes to sandra, age is just a number, where there is money involved.
However, my encounter with my master, Anderson Brandt, happened back in my country, Ethiopia. It was an encounter that changed my life forever. Back in Ethiopia, I lived in a town called Jinka, located in the Southern Nations, Nationalities, and Peoples’ Region (SNNPR). Jinka is situated in the Debub Omo Zone, one of the five zones of the SNNPR. It’s a small town with a population of over 30,000 people, known for its rich cultural heritage and traditional tribes, including the Mursi, Ari, and Banna people. Jinks is also a popular tourist destination, attracting visitors who cane to experience the unique cultural practices and traditions of the local tribes, as well as the natural beauty of the surrounding landscape.
I was born into a poor family, where we worked hard for survival. Sadly, I grew up knowing only my grandmother, Abeba. According to my grandmother, my father, Ajani, was killed by a big Simien Fox; he was a hunter before I was born. As for my mother, she passed away after giving birth to me. My grandmother was the only relative I had, and she was a very hardworking mother figure to me. She did her best to sponsor me to school. However, I was constantly bullied by my male classmates. The reason for their bullying was simply the color of my eyes.
I was gifted with startling blue eyes. Some called me a monster, and others used derogatory names. Some people even avoided me, fleeing whenever they saw me. They failed to understand that my eye color was a gift from God. However, things became even more challenging when my grandmother passed away. Since she was the one sponsoring my education, I had to stop attending classes. I was forced to beg on the streets for survival, alongside my childhood friend Abebe. She was a 5-year-old orphan, just like me, but two years younger. It went on for months.
One afternoon, Abebe and I were famished and thirsty, with no money on us. So, we slithered through the streets of Jinka, panhandling, but it was as if we didn’t exist in the eyes of the people. No one showed us any sympathy; they ignored us completely. Feeling disappointed and famished, we sat on a big wood log and watched as people walked by. But then, hope emerged when we saw a car pulling over at the side of the road. Abebe and I ran towards the car to beg for spare change. To our utmost surprise, we met three foreigners – two men and one woman. In Ethiopia, the term “ferenji” is often used to refer to foreigners, especially in urban areas, and can have a neutral or even positive connotation.
Moreover, the foreigners’ faces were etched with shock and surprise as soon as they saw Abebe and me. Especially mine – their jaws dropped as they gazed deep into my blue eyes. I had expected them to unleash the same hatred that some people in Jinka had directed towards me. But to my surprise, they didn’t. Instead, they stepped out of their car truck and snapped pictures of me, their curiosity a stark contrast to the hostility I’d faced in Jinka. Anderson Brandt was among the foreigners, and he happened to be the eldest among them.
As a kid, I couldn’t help but watch as the foreigners acted kindly towards me, taking numerous pictures and interviewing me in the process, while the people walking by stood and watched. Anderson and his friends showed compassion towards Abebe and me after learning about our parents’ demise and our solitariness. They took us along in their car, an unexpected act of kindness, and toured around Jinka’s town, experiencing our unique cultural practices and traditions. Anderson and his friends spent a month in Ethiopia. During that month, they showed genuine sympathy towards Abebe and me, taking good care of us as if we were their own kids. Unbeknownst to us, they had plans ahead, but Anderson was especially kind to me.
As for Abebe, she was taken under the wing of Anderson’s female colleague. A day before the month ended, Anderson and his colleagues took Abebe and me to a nice boutique to get us some new clothes. We had already obtained international passports two weeks prior. The next day, Anderson and his colleagues graciously took Abebe and me out of Ethiopia. As if that wasn’t enough, they secured permanent residency in Canada for us, allowing us to work and live there permanently. Abebe and I were sponsored to attend the same school; life was good to us. However, three years later, Abebe and her guardian, who happened to be Anderson’s female colleague, moved out of Canada to another country, only known to God.
Subsequently, I didn’t hear from them anymore. So, I was left with Anderson Brandt and always put smiles on his face by working extremely hard for him. In return, he sponsored my education. All I had to do was take care of the house while he was away. Whenever he was around, I would clean his car as well, and he treated me heartily, like a son. He would urge me to come to him whenever I needed something, which I did without hesitation, but I never went beyond my limits. I wasn’t just good at home; I was also studious in my academics. Gone were the days when he would buy me toys and present them to me for doing well in my studies.
Throughout my academic journey, I made Anderson Brandt and my late parents proud by performing exceptionally well. Graduating as the second-best student wasn’t bad at all! As far as I’m concerned, I can confidently work in any company with my good certificate without any issues.
Anderson: Where is the handsome fella heading tonight?
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Abushe: Oh, Mr. Anderson! [Shoot! you almost gave me a heart attack, old man!] Err… I was…
.Anderson: ((interrupts) You look sharp in your drip by the way.. (sips his coffee)
.Abushe: (smiles) Thanks, Mr. Anderson. If I may, when did you arrive?
.Anderson: Not quite long. Is everything all right? You seem a bit taken aback
.Abushe: Er, I am just only surprised to see you here at home…
.Anderson: Don’t be surprised; I didn’t just want to bother you in your room. I guess I owed you that anyway. So, tell me something, young man. Is this a date?
.Abushe: (smile) Actually, it is a nightclub concert sir.
.Anderson: I presume you’re referring to the concert at the V estate, beginning at 7:30p.m?
.Abushe: Absolutely. But, how did you know? Are you going there too?
.Anderson: I was planning to, so “yes” is my initial answer. However, I’ve had a change of heart due to a high-priority commitment early tomorrow morning
.Abushe: Damn! I didn’t ask about your trip when you came back. My bad! How was your trip sir?
.Anderson: I — I know it slipped off your mind, but it was great. Thanks for asking, that’s so kind of you. Can I have a brief moment of your time, Aaron? (The names he calls Abushe)
.Abushe: Absolutely, Mr Andrew. Take your time sir.
.Anderson: Thank you. (gestures him) Please, have your seat!
.Without hesitation, I walked over to a sofa chair facing him and sat down. I removed my glasses and gave him my full attention as we started talking.
Anderson: It’s been 13 years since I brought you to Canada to live with me. I’ve known you to be a loyal young man since you were a kid. Even though I’m rarely home, as you know I’m very busy, but in the time you’ve been here, I’ve gotten to know you. I know what you’re capable of and what you’re not. Honestly, you always impress me with your behavior. I’m always proud of you, boy.
.Abushe: Thanks, Mr Anderson.
.Anderson: Sit closer to me, I’ve a question to ask you.
I stood and walked to sit beside him, giving him my full attention. I could see he was serious and anxious.
Abushe: Okay. Here I’m, Mr Andrew.
.Anderson: Firstly, I’d like to ask this question. How would you feel if our positions were reversed and you saw your woman sleeping with another man?
.Abushe: Pretty bad!
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Andrew: Indeed! And I’m sure you don’t want that to happen to me, considering my past before I met Sandra. (Abushe nods in agreement) You see, Aaeon, whatever decision someone makes in life, it’s their choice. If there was no reason for it, they wouldn’t have made that decision. After my spouse and son passed away, I was determined to stay single for the rest of my life. But after some thought, I changed my mind for a few reasons. One reason was that I wanted to be a father again. (giggles) It sounds funny, doesn’t it? Also, I don’t want to extinguish the family line, if you understand what I mean.
.Abushe: I understand better, like having a son to represent your name when you’re long gone
.Anderson: You get it. That’s why I decided to marry a younger woman like Sandra, to have a child and take care of me as I age. But she always makes excuses that she’s not ready to be a mom yet. Look, Aaron, we’re both men, and real men are always honest with each other. I have this feeling she’s cheating on me. So, be honest with me. Have you ever seen Sandra bring any man into this house?
As soon as I heard that, I shifted my gaze to look another direction and replay the infidelity of Sandra in my head, and look at my master. I could see he was really anxious. Seeing the look on his face is enough to make me let the cat out of the bag without thinking twice at all; It is innocent. As much as I’d like to say the truth, I didn’t want to break the vow I made to Sandra. Aside from that, I didn’t want their relationship to end all because of me. Also, I don’t want my master to be kept in the dark knowing how horrible is the outcome.
My master’s questions left me confused, and I didn’t know what to say. But I had to do something to avoid giving him a bad impression. So, I cleared my throat and tried to speak, just then, the living room door opened and Sandra walked in, looking like a model. She wore a skimpy gown that accentuated her curvy figure, and her confident stride highlighted her poise and grace.
I hate to admit it, but her sudden arrival had an instant effect on me. My master’s anxious expression vanished, replaced by a beaming smile. Who could resist her charms? The sly devil has a way of turning heads without even trying. Her presence gave me a chance to escape my master’s curious questions.As soon as Sandra walks in, she goes straight to my master, gives him a sensual kiss on the lips, and snuggles up on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. They start making out, totally forgetting I’m there. I slip out of the house, feeling relieved, and check my watch. It’s already 7:10p.m.
I walked quickly to the roadside and flagged down a taxi. It stopped, and I hopped in. Then, I told the driver my destination, and we hit the road right away. The ride wasn’t bad, thanks to the music playing – one of my favorite songs! As we drove, I couldn’t help but move my head to the beat while the taxi driver smiled and focused on the road. I could tell the driver was smiling at my reactions to the song by the look on his face. He’d glance at me in the rearview mirror every few minutes. He even turned up the volume a bit, making it louder for me to enjoy. I didn’t mind interacting with him, and we chatted until I reached my destination – right at the front of the concert.
However, I paid the driver, thanked him, and got out. He left, and I went into the nightclub concert area, wearing my cool glasses. Then, I walked on the red carpet that went through the club. As I walked on the red carpet, I saw bodyguards standing by the club entrance. They let two foxy ladies slithered inside without checking their tickets or ID, which surprised me a bit. But what caught my attention was the way the bodyguards kept their eyes fixed on the women until they disappeared from view.
As I approached the entrance, one of the bodyguards kept scratching his lower region until I reached the door. I thought I’d be let in without showing my ID or ticket, but one of them blocked my path and signaled me to back off. I obeyed, and he boomed in a loud, deep voice that could wake the dead.
Bodyguard 1: Sorry, folk! To get into the club, you’ll need to show us your ticket.
.Abushe: But, you allowed those…..
.Bodyguard 2: (Interrupts) No ticket, No entry, lad!
Seeing how serious he looked, I quickly showed him my ticket. He then let me into the club, which was buzzing with energy like a living thing. Everyone was engaged in different activities. I made my way through the crowd to the bar area and sat down quietly on a high chair, facing the bartenders as they served various drinks to the people who had arrived before me.
Before long, I was served my drink of choice. I got so absorbed in it that I didn’t realize when I started feeling tipsy. Although I was tipsy, I was still aware of my surroundings and wasn’t too drunk to lose my bearings. I was smiling and nodding my head to the music as I watched the crowd of dancers on the floor. With each sip, I’d glance at the dancers, who were shouting and dancing like there was no tomorrow. They were really captivating and energizing.
In that moment, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure sitting a few meters away from me, drinking and looking around with a gentle smile on her lips. I squinted my eyes to look at her intently, but the distance between us and the people roaming around made it hard to see her face properly. Then, our eyes met by chance. To my surprise, it was the same lady I saw back in the bar! I couldn’t believe my eyes – I thought I’d never see her again after what happened earlier. I had lost hope, but here she was.
She looked different from our previous encounter at the bar. Her usual dour expression was replaced with a cheerful one, and she had a calm smile on her red lips. I might be tipsy, but I’m not too drunk to recognize her. In fact, she looked sexier and prettier than before, with her crossed thighs glowing under the pulsing club lights. She wore a red leather jacket over a black sequin skirt and boots, and her thighs were a wonder to behold. I couldn’t understand why I always felt this way about her, but my heart was racing like I was in a marathon.
In that moment, she was also looking straight in my direction. I thought she’d look away, but her eyes stayed fixed on me, seeming to measure me up with her gaze as she sipped her drink. I couldn’t help but wonder if my outfit looked bad. Meanwhile, her partner sitting next to her was swaying excitedly from side to side, but our eyes remained locked on each other as if we wanted to devour each other. As much as I wanted to focus on my heart’s desire, I couldn’t help but notice that her partner looked hot too.
In that moment, I watched as a random guy approached them and asked her partner out. Everything happened quickly – her partner stood up with the guy’s help, and they exchanged a whisper. Her partner said something in her ear that made her look surprised. Whatever it was, my instincts told me it was about me, considering the way her partner whispered and looked in my direction. Then, the guy and her partner walked towards me. I thought she was heading elsewhere, but she came up to me and whispered softly in my ear. I have to admit, she smelled amazing – I couldn’t stop taking in her subtle scent.
Chloe: Just a head up, her name is sontee. I’m chloe by the way.
After that, she winked at me and left with the guy, holding hands. As soon as they were gone, I looked at Sontee, who was now gazing in another direction with a big smile on her face. Seeing that smile made my heart flutter – she looked even prettier when she smiled. A few years ago, I was eager to get to know her, but she wouldn’t give me the chance, not even telling me her name. But thanks to her friend, I finally learned her name.
After watching her friend, she adjusted her dark blonde hair and took a sip of her drink, glancing at me ravishingly. Sitting alone, doing nothing, I felt like a fool. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there, giving her love stares without making a move, knowing she could be wooed at that very moment since she was alone. It would be infuriating to see her taken by another guy. However, she may be wild, but I’m not losing her again.
Tbc….
