Hayley’s Story [Working title]

It’s happened again.

Once again I’m laying on my back, looking at the ceiling thinking, ‘is this it?’ No, like really, is this it? I look to my left and there he is, hugging me like a little child, snoring. I look back to the ceiling and sigh. Is this how it will end for me? Every night, looking at the ceiling wondering is this it. I’m sure I didn’t cum, wasn’t even close. Yet there lays my boyfriend, hugging my body tight like a lost puppy, completely tired. I can’t believe I’m back in this same position again. I even have enough time to recollect my whole life.

A few minutes pass and he wakes up.
“Sorry baby, I just slept.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve got work tomorrow, when do you think you’re leaving?”
“Babe! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have slept – I can’t leave without pleasing you.” I chuckled quietly under my breath.
“Don’t worry, just go and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

I just wanted him out as soon as possible. It was bad enough that he slept, but to think he can now please me, when I am sure to be dried up down there like a dessert – was an absolute joke. So even though he was my boyfriend, he had to get out. I was beyond annoyed and I had work tomorrow, which I was not looking forward too. A good fucking would have probably made me walk into work a little more chirper, might have even put a spring to my step! But as that isn’t going to be the case, all I wanted to do was sleep and forget that night ever happened.

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It was lunch time and I still couldn’t forget the horrors of last night and called the one person who I knew would be a great ear to listen too.
“Hey Veronica, you alright?”
“Yeah I’m good, yourself?”
“Meh! I could be way better.”
“What’s up?”
“V hear this. So Marcus comes to see me yesterday. Of course I’m thinking I’m going to have a nice intimate time with my baby. But when we start to do our “thing”, he lasts for like a minute…two tops!”

Instantly Veronica started laughing. It took a while for her to stop, but once she had, I continued on with my tragic story.
“You think that’s bad, he then hugs me and falls asleep. Bitch is he being for real? Like I know you had a long day at work or whatever, but you do that and then fall asleep, whilst I’m practically still wet?”
“Hold on! He fell asleep??” Out came another burst of giggles. “God Marcus is hilarious.”
“It’s not funny V, it’s annoying. How selfish can you get?”
“Yeah but, is sex really that deep for you Hayley?” I rolled my eyes and took my food out of the microwave.
“It isn’t – well I thought it wasn’t.”
“I didn’t know getting bad dick could ruin your day.”
“It could ruin your whole week V, trust me!” We both chuckled.
“But Hayley, is it that big of a deal? Just talk to him.”
“And say what? ‘Aw babe, I can’t deal with these sessions we have, it’s just not cutting it?’ He’d be offended!”
“Well don’t say it like that you idiot. Be more sympathetic, let him know he hasn’t been satisfying you for a while and maybe he’ll put more effort in.”
“I understand what you’re saying. But to even think he asked me to,” I looked around to see if anyone was listening, and when I realised no one was eavesdropping I carried on. “suck his dick, was like a slap in the face. He’s already had his thrills and then he asked me to do that.”
“Hayley, I am on break this is too much over the phone.” She said through laughter. “Look, come meet me after work, we’ll have dinner a few drinks and then I’ll get you some good old elderly sister advice.”
“Thanks V, because I totally need it right now.”
“Oh get a grip Hayley, it’s just sex.”

Work didn’t last too long, answering calls, dropping calls, sending emails – the usual. Anyway, I got into my SmartCar and headed off to see my sister. One thing I was grateful for in this world was Veronica. The fact that I could count on her whenever and tell her almost (!) anything, was something to treasure. Even though it seemed like I was bitching about Marcus, who else was I meant to speak to regarding this issue? I couldn’t trust no one other than Veronica. I met her at our favourite bar (which happened to be five minutes away from her house, lazy bitch) and grabbed a menu.

“I am starving!”
“Hello to you too.”
“You know we don’t need to say hello.”
“It’d be normal and polite if you did Hayley.”
“Yes V, what have you ordered?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Great, let’s get two Proseccos and dough balls.” Before she could protest, I was already calling the waiter and giving him our orders.
“Prosecco? Damn you act like getting rubbish dick is a crisis.”
“Because it is V. I really didn’t think it was an issue, but I think it might be. Like I love him–”
“And that’s where I stop you. If you love him, then sex is just a thing you can work on.”
“But why has it gone downhill, not improved.”
“Maybe because you moan too much.”
“Phrasing!” We both chuckled, whilst the waiter put our glasses on the table. Just to let you in on this sisterly lingo, when we say ‘phrasing’ it just means that the phrase prior was ambiguous.
“But it’s true Hayley, if you love Marcus that much, then why let poor sex bother you?”
“Because it’s happening all the time. I don’t know V. It’s not just that, yes the sex annoyed the shit out of me, but we’re falling out a lot too. I want to have a future with him, but when his mother is like a monster to me, it just doesn’t help. Add shit sex to the mix and you have a real problem here!”
Veronica chuckled whilst sipping on her drink. “Okay, his mum is out of our control. Your petty arguments you can control. Maybe just sit down with him and try to work out how you can reduce the arguing.”
“V, when we argue, he makes me feel like it was all my fault. Like I was the one who caused it.”

“Are you sure you’re just not reading into things too much, I know how you are?”
“V, if after every petty argument, I feel like I am a issue, that’s saying something about our relationship. Is it making me a better person or worse?”
“Don’t overthink it Hayley, I think shit dick and petty arguments have gotten you a little too observant.”
“But it’s true V, no playing around now.” She put her glass down and watched me talk. “We have these arguments, and then we don’t talk. When we do talk, I feel like shit, because apparently it was all my fault.”
“What makes you think it’s your fault?”
“He says stuff like, ‘I don’t get why you behave like this’ – like my actions have caused yet another disagreement between us. It’s stressful for me.”
“Wow, see how rubbish sex can shine one hell of a light on a relationship.”
“I know. It sucks, and I want to speak to him about it, but I cannot handle another, ‘babe where do you get these thoughts from?’ Making me sound crazy.”
“You know what Hayley, lets have a good time tonight. I know you feel a little down and I know that shit sex didn’t help, but lets not think too much about this. We’ll drink today and then sober up tomorrow and think of how to deal with this issue.”
“Alright.”

So we drank and ate and drank some more. It was nice just being with my sister. She was more like a best friend that I never wanted to lose. We joked around and never shared a cringing moment, like others do. After drinking and finishing another bottle of Prosecco, we knew it was time to get home. Luckily for her she lived just a few minutes away, but for me, I was in no state to drive.
“Stay at mine then!”
“I can’t, I have work tomorrow. I need to change.”
“Call Marcus then, he’ll get you home.”
“Yeah I will. Don’t worry about me V, you get home. I’ll text you once I get home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m bloody sure, now get out of here!”
She chuckled and began walking home. I didn’t want her to get home too late, so it was best she went home before I did. Even though she was my big sister, I was more confident and aggressive than she was. If anyone was planning on jumping me tonight, I was going to put up a fight. Sober or drunk, it wasn’t going to be easy.

I got my phone out ready to call Marcus, when it slipped through my fingers and on to the ground.
“Shit!”
I bent down to pick it up, when I felt someone else’s hand cover my own. Instantly, I jumped back, whilst grabbing my phone tightly. In fright, I stumbled backwards and lost my balance, landing straight onto my back. With my legs tangled up together and my sight  getting more unbalanced, I wasn’t too sure whether being left alone was the smartest idea.
“Are you okay?” A lady’s voice spoke. Closing my eyes tight and then opening them up slowly, my vision returned.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Let me help you up.” Before I could shoo her away, she had already managed to pick up me and lift me to my feet. The motion was a little too fast for me to handle, causing me to sway left to right.
“Okay doll, how are you getting home?”
“Marcus, I need to call Marcus to drive me home.”
“Do you want me to call him for you?”
God, was I that much of a mess. Not only could I not stand alone, but I couldn’t even call Marcus without help. I needed to get myself together and fast.
“No I should be okay.” I tried to walk away from her, but without her help, my knees wobbled, causing me to hit the ground once more. She lifted me up again and walked me to my small SmartCar.

“Is this your car doll?”
“How did you know?”
“You’ve been pointing your car keys at this car for a while, so I took a wild guess. Come on let’s get you inside.” She opened up the passenger door and sat me inside, gently reaching over my shoulder to put the seatbelt on. And then went to the drivers seat and got in. Closing and locking the door behind her.
“Oh God, if you’re going to rob me, do it now. I can’t fight back. But don’t kill me.” She chuckled and faced me.
“I’m not going to kill you or rob you, I’m going to drop you home.”
“But you don’t have to, Marcus will do it.”
“Marcus… I assume is Mr.Lame Dick?” My eyes widened at her remark.
“Excuse me?”
“The more you drank, the louder you got. So I kind of heard you speaking about lame sex.” She laughed once more, “It was funny.”
I closed my eyes and inwardly moaned. This cannot be happening. How have I ended up in a situation like this?
“So where do you live doll?”
“18 Dorset Avenue.”
“I’ll get you home in no time.”

And with that I fell asleep.

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The Microcosm Between Them

He woke up and almost forgot what had occurred that morning, but the sight of Kaitlin lying in his arms was enough to remind him that it wasn’t a dream. He gently rolled her off him and wrapped his duvet over her slender body and walked to the kitchen to get himself some water. It was only four in the afternoon, it seemed later, but maybe that was because his morning was filled with passion and sex. He grinned to himself and saw his phone buzz, he was so engulfed in the microcosm he had built with this woman that he’d forgotten that people still wanted to communicate with him. He grabbed his phone and saw a text message from his friend from yesterday, and another which he knew he wouldn’t be opening, let alone thinking about. He opened his friends text and read it:           

                ‘U alive? I’ve called U and U haven’t pickd up, I kno y’day was boring, bt I fort it wud be gd for U to get out…Jus call or reply, I’m goin out tonight, properly and I fink U’ll enjoy this one way better.’ 

He looked at his bedroom door and imagined himself leaving to go out tonight, and the thought alone made him laugh, he was fine where he was and with whom he was with. He put his phone down, and took another gulp of water, he was thirsty and hungry, he picked up his phone and dialled his regular Chinese store and ordered a bunch of food hoping he ordered something she liked. Once that was done he walked back to his room when he heard her on the phone.

She’d woken up as soon as he’d moved her, but she decided to remain still, then he left and hadn’t returned. During his absence her phone had rung twice, so she decided to get out of her fake sleep and answer her phone. Once she got up and had found her phone she almost regretted her attempt in trying to answer it as it was her boss.

‘Hi?’

‘Kaitlin, how are you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for some time.’

‘Oh, sorry, I’ve been…’ Busy? That was a huge understatement; she couldn’t help the smile that had crept onto her lips, whilst she replied. ‘Occupied.’

‘Well, how did you find yesterday night then? You shot off really quickly, I thought maybe we could get some drinks afterwards, just a thank you for accompanying me to the event.’ She rolled her eyes and tried to block out the poorly hidden attempt of trying to get some alone time with her and focused on his first question.

‘The event was okay. It was good to build contacts.’

‘Well, tonight there’s another and I was just thinking whether you wanted to join me again?’ Just as she was about to decline she felt strong arms embrace her from behind. She turned around and he smiled shaking his head, he gave her a small kiss and then whispered to her.

‘You’re mine tonight.’ Her stomach instantly had butterflies and her toes began tingling, she began blushing whilst looking at him.

‘I’m afraid I’ve made plans.’

‘Oh, and you can’t postpone them just for one night?’ He grabbed her tighter attempting to not get irritated by whoever was on the other end of the line. He had finally got her to himself; he wasn’t about to let that go just yet. He began kissing her neck making her grasp, she hummed slightly holding him with a firmer embrace.

‘I’m sorry I can’t.’

‘Fine, see you at work this Saturday.’ And with that he cut the phone, he was a punk, and Lyle didn’t care if he was annoyed because Lyle wanted Kaitlin to himself, and he wanted her throughout the whole night.

‘My boss.’ He picked her up, then threw her phone on the bed whilst walking them to his bathroom. He put her in the bath and then climbed in afterwards, she knew what was coming next and she couldn’t help but smile. He grabbed the shampoo and poured it onto her hair whilst running the water. She giggled as he massaged her scalp; he took a small peak at her and smiled.

‘What’s so funny huh?’ She held his chest and the water cascaded down her back and through her hair.

‘Nobody has done this for me before, it feels different, but nice.’ He chuckled and continued massaging her head.

‘Keep your eyes closed.’ She nodded, and before she could finish a nod he’d wrapped a handful of her hair in his hands and pulled her head backwards, letting the water pour all over her face as he kissed her neck. She let her mouth open, allowing water to flow into her mouth; he pulled her head back up then kissed her whilst still washing her hair. He nibbled her ear, then gently pulled her hair back into the water to rinse off the shampoo.

‘That feels good.’ She smiled, whilst the water removed all the foam from her head, he pulled her forward and then kissed her on the lips. Her eyes flew open as she watched this man, take her breath away over and over again. This was something she didn’t want to lose, not yet. She pulled him under the water and allowed the water to touch them both, in an instant he looked like a model, the water moving down his body, caressing every muscle and feature on him. She lifted her leg, signalling him to lift her; he looked at her and smiled picking her up. She wriggled on top of his manhood and he groaned not understanding how many times in a day he’d have to have sex with this woman to be fully satisfied.

 He entered the place he felt most contained and began pumping into her fast. The speed of his movement had their bodies clapping the water of them, her moans and his groans echoed in the house, synchronised moans bounced off the walls in the bathroom. She didn’t know how many times he could make her cum in one day, but she was willing to find out. He continuously entered her, fast and slow, hard then soft, her nails scratching his back in ecstasy. She was waiting for that moment, the moment every woman desired during sex, the moment when the pleasure built so much that she’d feel it within her chest. Then once the pleasure had grown to the point she could no longer take it, no longer bare the amount of indulgence she was experiencing, she’d release her juices on his manhood. And she was nearly there. The more he groaned and slammed into her, the more the feeling she waited for grew in her chest. Every connection, every touch, every sigh, groan, grasp had her coming closer to her climax.

She knew it was coming, she couldn’t help smile, she loved this feeling, the feeling of being complete, the feeling of being fully satisfied, but just as she was about to erupt the main door began knocking.  

In that moment they both looked at each other and froze, they both were close to climax, and now was the time for someone to decide to come and ruin their moment? Kaitlin quickly thought about how much noise she was truly making, maybe it was the neighbours asking them to keep it down…or maybe it was Max, Lyle thought, would he really come to check up on him if he didn’t reply to any of his texts? He looked at the bathroom door and then himself and nearly swore. He was so close in cumming, then this had to happen. Kaitlin wanted him to answer the door, but she wanted him to stay more. He kissed her lips, then whispered in her ear, ‘After I find out who this is, I’ll be back for you.’ She smiled and watched him as he came out of her, put her down gently, grabbed a towel then left to find out who it was to mess up their moment. Whoever this was, had better have a good reason to interrupt him and her during their time of bonding, he opened the door and saw his local Chinese deliveryman. He’d forgotten that he’d ordered Chinese, it seems like so long ago from now. The man watched him, acknowledged the lack of clothes he wore and either believed he’d just finished having a bath or he wasn’t alone, and the face Lyle wore made him know he hadn’t just interrupted a bath.

 ‘Your food sir.’ Lyle, who was still thinking about the woman he left dripping with water in his bath, quickly gathered some change, which was probably more than the actual price and handed it to the man.

‘Thanks.’ He began closing the door, until the delivery man’s voice had him pausing.

‘Oh, what about your change?’ Lyle looked at the man and shrugged, he’d rather not lose his hard-on talking about the specifics of change with the guy, when he could be putting his hard-on to good use with the only woman he wanted to spend today with. He closed the door and put the food on the table. During his small conversation with the guy Kaitlin decided to get out of the bath, their was always tonight she thought, once that pressure had slowly stopped beating within her chest she knew it’d take a while to come back, she’d have many more times to orgasm, and with Lyle she knew that was a promise. She wrapped a spare towel around herself and left the bathroom, watching him try to cut the conversation between him and the deliveryman short. Once the door was closed, she snuck up behind him, then hugged him as he was placing the food on the table. She didn’t know if he was expecting people as it looked like he’d ordered for five, not two. He turned to look at her and smiled.

‘Didn’t I tell you to wait for me in the bath?’

‘Yes you did, but I thought we could wait for tonight…unless you have people coming over?’ He looked at her properly and wondered why she’d think anyone else was coming over. Unless she’d seen his phone…and seen the text he’d never read.

‘Why’d you think that?’ She smiled and touched the lines between his eyebrows.

‘Don’t frown; it’ll ruin that handsome face of yours. And it looks like you’ve ordered for five people.’ He couldn’t help but burst out into laughter. He’d panicked, never had he done that before, it was just the quantity of the food that had her questioning. He had to laugh at his stupidity, after composing himself he smiled and kissed her nose.

‘I wasn’t too sure with what you liked, so I got a range of things. I was just thinking about you.’ She looked down blushing, this man was smooth, everything just seemed too unreal, too superficial, he seemed too good to be true.

‘Do you enjoy making me blush?’ He chuckled, a low rumble in his throat, almost music to her ears, he lifted her chin and smiled down at her.

‘A little bit, I hope you don’t mind.’ She smiled and shook her head, then her head turned to the food. She’d been at it for so long with him she’d forgotten she was hungry, but just smelling the food once made her remember how much she wanted food.

‘It smells good.’

‘You want to eat?’ She nodded. He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the table, once she’d sat down; he grabbed two plates and a couple cutleries then laid them on the table.

‘So what would you like?’ Before she could control herself, her mouth moved before she could stop them.

‘Beef Chow Mein.’ He smiled and thought of the coincidence, the dish she chose was the dish he actually ordered for himself, he dished some out into her plate and then dished some out into his own. He grabbed some water, cider and juice from the fridge and laid it on the table, not completely sure which she preferred. She looked at the selection of liquids and wondered what he was going to chose. She loved her Kopperberg, but during Chinese? It might be acceptable in her own household but everyone was different, she was going to grab the water, but water wasn’t what she wanted, she grabbed the Koppaberg and watched his reaction. He loved how she chose with precision, he knew she wanted to be ‘respectable’, but he truly didn’t care, he loved a woman who was herself, and had no shame about it. He also took a Koppaberg, knowing that was the beverage he was going to get from the start.

‘Are you just copying me now?’ She said with a smile not too far from her lips, he smiled and shook his head.

‘Hey, I like my cider too.’

‘I was contemplating drinking water, but I like my Koppaberg far too much to let it pass.’ He chuckled and she smiled digging into her meal. They both ate, having small talk in-between, mostly they smiled at each other, or just focused on their meal. He thought about Max knocking on his door to see if he was okay, and decided a text back wouldn’t hurt.

 

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Rachel – Part 1

What was one meant to do when they caught the person they loved cheating on them with the person they thought was family? Was one meant to cry? Lash out? Or simply stand and digest the image before them? Well, when I found myself watching my husband and sister make passionate love together, I found myself contemplating which of the three options I was meant to do.

At first I was sure I was going to break down and cry. I mean, after seeing the husband you devoted nine years of your life to, make love to your sister who you’ve known for the whole of your life – and good sex may I add – of course breaking down seemed to be the right thing to do. But before the tears had found a way to the surface, anger managed to find its where there first.

I’d trusted them both and this was how they repaid me? By going behind my back and abusing my love for them both. The sight made me furious and the more angry i found myself, the faster I wanted to jump in that bed and rip them both apart. But, eventually I realised that the muscles in my body didn’t have the energy or will to move. Even though i was boiling with unmeasurable anger, my muscles didn’t lunge me forward as I thought they would. Instead, I stood rooted. In my spot, just watching how my husband and sister made love.

To be totally honest, the way he moved around her body, made me realise it wasn’t his first time of roaming her. He’d been there before and the way she reacted to his touch, arched her back to his foreseeable action was another reminder that they had performed this more than once.

They wasn’t aware of my presence. It was a party, a crowded one at that. He’d snuck off a while ago, telling me he had to make a business call. I mingled for an hour or so, but it was then I realised how long he had been gone. So like any cliched scenario, I went looking for him. I checked everywhere. The house where the party was hosted at was absolutely huge, it was almost too ridiculous to be true. The owners were swimming in cash and that was all because of the investments and deals they’d worked upon previously that turned out to be a success for them. My husband (who was now passionately kissing my sister) had worked for them and was invited to the party. Along with my sister, who currently works for them, was also invited. So I was the tag along in that sense.

Anyway, after looking for my husband for almost 15 minutes, I stumbled across a room down a hallway. It seemed occupied, and with the amount of guests in the house, I wasn’t surprised one of the many rooms would be vacant by some horny men and women. But my curiosity got over me, and I just wanted to be sure it was no-one I knew who was being a little naughty in a billionaires house. But to my surprise it was my husband and sister.

So what is my next move you’re wondering? It was simply shutting the door. I know it sounded ridiculous, but I guess it was too fictional for me to believe what I’d just seen was true. I knew I was going to catch somebody misbehaving, I just didn’t know it’d be at my own expense. I crept back down the stairs, mind blank and hands shaking. Was I angry? Was I sad? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. In a couple of seconds my whole equilibrium had smashed and I wasn’t sure what to do or where to go.

I decided leaving would be best. Get a taxi home and consider what to do next in regards of my husband and us living together. But in my daze I managed to bump into Damion. One of the hosts to tonight’s party. He gave me a sweet smile and it was then things rushed back to me. Pieces to the puzzle that I couldn’t put together seemed to slam into their places. Emotions that I couldn’t quite understand, began overflowing in my mind. With a everything so clear in my mind, the images of Craig sleeping with Camila, flashed in my mind causing the tears I was so sure had disappeared, reappear right in front of Damion.

“Are you okay Rachel?” I was considering how to respond to his question, but with more tears threatening to pour even more, I decided causing a scene was not in my nature. So I gently pushed passed him and rushed for the exit, hoping no-one else noticed the mascara run down my face.

Out in the cold, I began walking towards the gates that lead onto the streets. In hope I’d find a taxi and make my way home. People were drunk and laughing in groups near the exit, and being seen was the last thing I wanted, so I rushed passed the laughing and flirting before anyone had noticed Craig’s wife leaving without him. I managed to get to the gate without any questions about why I was crying, when I felt a firm hand clasp my shoulder. Turning around, I was met by Damion’s stare. Concern veiled his eyes and I could sense his worry grow the more he analysed me.

“What’s wrong Rachel?” I attempted to shuffle out of his grip, but failed as he made sure I didn’t run off from him again. “What’s happened? Why do you keep trying to run from me?”

“Don’t worry Damion.”

“Where’s Craig? Shouldn’t he be helping you?” The sound of his name made me wince physically and emotionally. I wasn’t able to hide the pain that came along with his name. Damion noticed my reaction and looked at me deeply.

“Please let me go Damion.”

“What did he do Rachel?” With my lip trembling, I knew I didn’t have the strength to bring myself to say what Craig had done to me and the nine years of my life that I’d given to him. Instead, I found myself crying harder than I had previously. Damion drew me to his chest, allowing me to cry on him whilst he soothed me rubbing my back and stroking my hair.

I didn’t know Damion as well as I knew his brother Chase. I’d gone to a number of conventions and events with Craig hosted by both Damion and Chase, but it always seemed to be Chase I spoke with. Whilst Damion conversed with the big shots. So having him hold me and soothe me in my time of need was more than a surprise to me. He gave me the chance to collect my emotions before raising my head from his chest, which was now damp with my tears.

“I’m sorry Damion, I’ve ruined your suit.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine. What’s wrong Rachel?”

“I don’t want to talk about it Damion.”

“But –”

“Please Damion, I just want to go home.” If home was what I could even call it now.

“Fine, let me take you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.” It was bad enough I’d cried on this man’s chest who I barely knew, but for him to leave his own party to drive me home was more than enough.

“But I will.” And with that he grabbed my hand and took me to one of his cars. The driver had stepped out to let us both in the back and then closed the door for us. In silence, I stared out the window too confused to comprehend what I’d just gotten myself into, but almost 100% sure the next wave of tears wasn’t too far from the surface.

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HER

She’s dead…

I didn’t mean for her to die, it was an argument – an argument that didn’t stop. She kept going on about Eleanor, kept reminding me how imperfect I was, how my mistakes were unforgivable. What was I meant to do, I screamed my protests, told her it was enough. How many times must one hear they have made mistakes, let alone accept them? But she didn’t stop, instead she kept pushing. Pushing every button I told her, throughout our five year relationship, never to press. And tonight she pressed every single button. So I grabbed the nearest object beside me and hit her on the head. Once and then a few more times after that.

I wasn’t even aware of what I was doing until it was done. Now by my feet lays here limp lifeless body – another mistake staring me boldly in the face. How many more wrongs must I do, before I start to do right? I couldn’t process what was going on in front of me, don’t get me wrong, I knew she was dead, but what was I meant to do now? Was I meant to call the ambulance and turn myself in? Or was I meant to lie and say I found her like this? Either option had the same outcome, that being my life coming to an end. But I couldn’t drag her out into the backyard and dig a hole like in the films, which they make it look so easy to do. Not only was that ridiculous, but it was raining and I wasn’t a murderer, I hadn’t planned for this, so I was bound to get this wrong.

Instead I sat beside her lifeless body and held her hand. Stroking her hair just the way I knew she liked it and sang to her. Sang until my voice grew hoarse, and then I just watched. Watched her watch me. She was everything to me. She was the energy that made me wake up every morning, the reason I tried to become something.

After my family had abandoned me, Savannah took me under her wing, made me a home when there was only bricks in my hands. And look how I’d repaid her. After laying there for what felt like more than a few hours, I stood up and washed my hands. Had to get rid of the blood, the mistakes and every other failure I’ve managed to conjure up in my life. Then I went to the bathroom, unsure of what to do next, but aware something had to be done. The person staring back at me wasn’t the normal face I’d recognised. My hair was tangled and clumped, caused from where we’d had our argument. My skin paled ever so slightly, probably due to seeing a dead body for the first time and then for the fact it was my hands that had been the reason why the body laid there in the first place. The dark rings under my eyes had grown, they were always there, but for some reason, tonight it’d grown – maybe because I was tired, or because I my body knew after tonight I wasn’t going to get sleep for a long time.

But what shocked me the most was my lips. And how they’d curved into a weird shape, baring some of my front teeth. I hadn’t seen this look before and I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. But, it appeared that the person staring back at me through the mirror was smiling, a grim, sinister smile. She looked hungry, hungry for more of whatever had just quenched her desire… I didn’t like the person staring back at me – I didn’t even know she existed until now.

Perfect Life [Part 1]

I could never put my finger on what was truly the itch in my life that I could never reach. I was successful; young as well which was the icing on the very sweet cake that I’d manage to make for myself. When I’d graduated from university, I somehow managed to land myself in a very good position for a business firm that needed an eager graduate, like myself, who was determined to make a name for themselves. The first year I was trained, getting the hang of talking to clients, building relationships etc. After the first year had passed I’d somehow managed to get the hang of the procedure of how the company ran, and I was building relationships and sealing deals before my boss even knew whom I was.

Of course, after I hit target after target and started bringing huge bucks home, my boss called me to his office. I wasn’t sure what he wanted with a newbie like me, but when I sat in the leather chair opposite him, he couldn’t help but congratulate me for my progress and then asked me how I was doing it. How I was expanding the business with only one year’s training. I shrugged, being polite – because what else could I say? They wanted an eager graduate and that was what I was. That wasn’t the last time I found myself in my boss’ office, if anything it started to become my office with the amount of times he called me. Asking me about business ideas, moves he wanted to proceed with but was unsure about. I gave him advice which fortunately for him and I actually worked for the company.

As you can imagine I climbed the ranks very fast. In my third year of working for J’J Company, I was a senior manager. And as cliché as this sounds, I guess with more power came more desire. I had ladies at work saying hello to me, some who I knew of, others who I had no idea who they were and was sure had no clue who I was. All they saw was the three-piece suit I wore and the fact that they knew I was senior management. But I wasn’t interested in liaising with co-workers; I made sure I kept work and pleasure separately. So even though I had a few passes with some colleagues, I simply ignored them.

Then one night out, when I was practically forced to attend the Christmas-do at work, I saw her. Beautiful ebony who was also drinking with her fellow colleagues at their own Christmas-do. At first I didn’t take much notice of her, I ordered cider and took a seat beside my boss, who was far too drunk after only being in the bar for an hour or two tops. It was after I had a few more drinks when I’d started to watch her. Her laugh at a joke made by her colleague, her screaming over the loud music the DJ was playing and then giving up when her colleagues couldn’t hear her for a third time.

All the ladies around her table all abruptly stood up, and began pulling at her arm. It took me a while to understand what was going on, but after watching harder than I had been for the last hour, I realised they were trying to persuade her to dance with them. It took a few tugs; a number of shakes of her head and many no’s, before she gave in and started making her way to the dance floor. It was bound to happen, when someone realised I was no longer involved with the group conversation or group in general. A male colleague sat beside me, who’s name kept slipping through my mind.

“Which one has made you all glass eyed?”

I looked at Mark (I think) and shrugged taking another swig of my half empty cider bottle. “None.”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Sure, mate you haven’t spoken for at least a good hour. You’ve just sat there watching those ladies.” He whistled, as one walked towards the table, with her dress hiked further up her leg than it should be. I didn’t want to be affiliated with whatever his name was. I gave him a slight chuckle, drank the rest of my cider and stood up to get more drink, maybe something a little stronger. If I had to endure the company of people I had no interest with, then I guess a stronger drink was needed. I wasn’t much of a drinker, mum and dad never really had it around the house and after doing a little during university and remembering how wrecked I felt the next day, I stayed clear of it when I could.

I started to make my way towards the bar, when one female colleague of mine pulled my suit jacket, stopping me in my tracks.

“Don’t tell me you’re off so soon?” She said slurred, her glass cup tipping from left to right. I gently tugged my jacket out of her clutch and pointed towards the bar. She smiled and I continued with my journey, feeling not only her eyes, but the other drooling females eyes watch my back. I was definitely going to need something stronger to handle the company I was surrounded with tonight.

Squeezing through the groups of male and females, the roars and dancers I managed to make it to the bar. I waited patiently, watching the bartender almost dance around as she poured drinks for customers with ease. She’d probably had more than three years under her belt of serving drunk customers, whilst the obvious newbie stood with an empty cup to her left, not understanding which drink they should pour into the cup. Maybe I should simply stick to cider, I was more on the newbie’s side and I didn’t want to stand here for 20 minutes just for a Disaronno. The crowd surrounding the bar barely shuffles and I find myself wishing I hadn’t left to get up. Especially after I seemed to be getting bombarded by a group of women who were drunk and excited to get more alcohol into their system.

I shifted to the right to give them more space, when I noticed a head full of tight curls stop beside me. I turned to see the same woman who I watched practically all night, stand beside me as her colleagues managed to weave further into the crowd. I turn my gaze away from her quickly, not wanting her to actually catch me looking at her. She tries to get her colleagues attention, but they’re too busy flirting with men to realise they lost a member of the group. Eventually she notices me. At first it’s the suit that catches her eyes, but what has her blushing is that I’m staring right back at her when she finally reaches my face. She smiles and shy’s away, looking down whilst I start to feel a little hot. She was absolutely stunning, and even more desirable up close. We finally get to the bar and I let her order before me. She smiles and yells her order at the bartender. A Sambuca shot. Four to be precise. I wouldn’t have pegged her as a Sambuca type of woman, even though I could imagine her being just as sweet and fierce as a Sambuca shot is to the throat. She turns, probably looking for her group, when she realises she’s alone. When her drinks arrive, I knew my few moments of admiration were over. The bartender looked at me, to order. I told her Disaronno, she nodded and was gone with my order.

I hadn’t noticed the small ebony hadn’t left just yet. I looked at her drinks and assumed she wanted some help – so me being the gentleman, I offered her a hand.

“Thanks but it’s okay. I was going to take it back to my table, but there’s no point.”

For a few minutes we looked from the drinks to each other, then she lifted two glasses, one for herself and one hand outstretched to me.

“Me?”

“Yeah, I know you’re probably too manly for the shot, but I can’t do all four. Have it…with me.” She gave me a small smile, which made me react involuntarily. I took the shot glass and we clinked it before downing the shot. The shot sparked small flames as it slid down my throat, which were quickly distinguished once I’d finished swallowing the drink. Before I had time to even process my drink was prepared and the bartender was waiting for payment, she’d placed the second shot in my hand and we clinked once again and downed the second drink. More flames burned my throat as I handed my card to the bartender who simply touched it against the card reader and handed my card back to me.

After getting my drink, she stood smiling, eyes just a little glassy after her two shots.

“You here for a Christmas-do?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to come, but I was forced.”

She giggled and waved her hand in the air. “It was the same with me. Well, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to come out, but I just didn’t see the big fuss. Everyone makes a fool of themselves and then regrets it the next time we’re all in at work.”

I smiled understanding what she meant. I knew more than one colleague who was going to regret this night.

“I’d rather just spend my night in front of the TV, having a chilled night.”

Her eyes opened wide, she looked me up and down and shook her head.

“I can’t believe you’d be that boring. Come on, you look…cool? Gosh it sounds ridiculous but you don’t look like a quiet-night-in kind of guy.”

I shrug and take a swig of drink, feeling very warm.

“I’m very focused, so I guess I am boring.” She giggled and shook my shoulders.

“Loosen up! We’re too young to be that focused on life. I bet I can bring the fun out of you.” I cocked up an eyebrow, intrigued that this beautiful stranger felt like they could bring the fun out of me. It wasn’t like I was a square who couldn’t have fun, but I just didn’t have fun, because everyone I knew wasn’t fun enough.

At first she tried a few jokes, which made me chuckle, just because she looked cute trying to make me laugh. Then she persisted I down the rest of my drink within five seconds. I did it in four, not only to impress her but to remind myself it was okay to let loose once in a while. I seemed to always be focused on a goal, but what I hadn’t considered was when I reached that goal, what did I do then? I was in a rush to reach this goal I’d set myself that I hadn’t thought of what I’d do after I’d accomplished my aims. So we got more drinks, it was time i was going to enjoy my success, and enjoy my company.  We didn’t return back to our tables for god knows how long. We were far drunker than when we left our tables, but what kept us away was our company. I didn’t want to go back to females ogling me from across the table, and she didn’t want to return back to bitching and being forced to do things she didn’t want to do.

“So Mr, what do you do? I don’t see anyone else here in a three-piece…not like I’ve looked.”

She bit her lip, muttering to herself as she just admitted having her eyes on me. I can’t help the small grin that forms on my lips and answer her.

“It’s just a suit. I work at J’J – the business firm not too far from here. Worked my way from a rookie to now.”

“It’s paid off I guess?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about me, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing here? Don’t you have anyone waiting for you at home?”

She giggles, putting her weight on one leg and watching me with her head tilting. “Well I work in the building opposite yours, The B50 building. I work in recruitment and do some consulting also. Why’d you care if anyone is waiting for me?”

She nudges me and run my hand through my hair feeling myself get hot in the cheeks this time. She starts laughing now, realising that I’m embarrassed and tiptoes to reach my ears and whispers.

“There isn’t anyone.”

We spoke more, laughed even more and exchanged numbers. We didn’t plan on departing from each other, but I didn’t want to miss my chance of being able to speak to her when we were more sober. She decided that she wanted to dance, so we danced. Initially it was her beauty that attracted me, it was like a magnet and it kept drawing me to her, it wouldn’t let me leave her. But watching on her on the dance floor was exotic. The way in which her hips moved, the way she never missed a beat, the way she had me in a trance was something no one had done to me before. She grabbed my hands and placed them around her waist as she led our dance. I wasn’t the greatest dancer, but she was such an expert she made me look like I knew what I was doing. Her waist grinding into mine as we danced to the music was a moment I wouldn’t forget.

Eventually we pulled ourselves from the dance floor and it was then I drew her close to me, my body vibrating with desire. I wanted to kiss her, wanted to devour her, but that wasn’t the man I was. And being intoxicated does a variety of things to your mind and body, normally i had self control, but right now everything was slipping. My fingers itched for her body, the way she looked back at me wanting, full of hunger and desire. I could just follow my instincts and kiss her, but what would that make me? I took a heavy sigh and brushed her cheek.

“I wish we were sober. That I met you on another occasion.”

“Why?” She spoke breathlessly.

“Because I don’t want to be something you regret tomorrow.” She looked down and I knew that I was doing the right thing. I peeled myself away from her and kissed her cheek. I went back to my table, grabbed my briefcase, ignoring the ‘where have you been?’ and ‘who was that girl you was with?’ and decided to leave. I’d had my fun and it was time to get home.

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The Talk

She wanted to get off from being on top of him, so that they could focus on the conversation, be he insisted she stayed on top of him. He didn’t want her to get too serious, he knew what conversation was coming up, and he was fine with that, but he didn’t want her putting distance between them already…so he refused her to get off him, because he wanted her close.

She looked down and mentally planned how she would tackle their situation. She didn’t want to force him into anything, but she just didn’t want this to be meaningless sex, but with that in mind…what did she want? She sighed and ran her hands through her hair.

‘Don’t think too much, I don’t like it when you over think. Just get it all off your chest, trust me it’ll be okay.’ She gave him a small smile, still looking down. ‘Now give me a kiss and talk.’ She looked up to him, and planted gentle kisses on his lips, once the kissing had stopped, which took longer than planned she spoke.

‘Your different,’ already he was smiling, his wolfish grin appeared making her smile. He knew she meant different in a good way, and he knew how difficult this was for her so he was going to make her feel as comfortable as possible. ‘You make me do things I’ve never imagined of doing. Like yesterday night, it’s almost like you knew how to get me to do what you wanted, then to make everything even more confusing I was enjoying it. Maybe more than I should have, but…damn, Lyle you just have something over me.’ His wolfish grin had gone and he was really listening to her, but as soon as she said his name his manhood had twitched, the way his name came off her lips was something else. But he controlled himself and thought about everything he’d do to her later.

‘Do you not enjoy what I do to you?’ She gulped and nodded, feeling knots within her stomach, he was such a man, dominant and affectionate all in one. ‘So what are you afraid of?’ She looked down knowing the exact answer for that question; he held her face and made her look at him. She sighed and closed her eyes.

‘I’m afraid that this is all futile, it’s just fun and that’s all.’ He caressed her face and took a deep breathe, he wasn’t too sure himself as to what this was, but he knew he didn’t want to let go of it. He never knew when he’d find something like this again. He kissed her forehead and searched for the best answer.

‘I don’t know what this is, but it’s early to worry about what it’ll end up as, just know that I don’t want to let this go…you’ve given me something that no one has ever given me, and that along with other reasons are why I don’t want to let this…you go.’ She opened her eyes slowly and smiled, it’s true, there was no real reason to panic, they only just slept with each other twice, and she’s technically known him for two days, or a day, so she took a deep breath and kissed him. He gave her another one of his wolfish grins and lay back making her lay on top of him.

‘So what’s your name beautiful? You already know I’m Lyle.’ She chuckled and remembered they had skipped formal greetings and just jumped straight into the sack with each other.

‘I’m Kaitlin, I forget we haven’t actually introduced ourselves properly.’ He chuckled and held her bum smiling.

‘Well, I’m not complaining, I knew we’d get to know each other sooner or later.’ She smiled and then remembered their first meeting.

‘What were you doing there yesterday night?’ He remembered sitting at that table as his friend conversed with people he had no interest in. He sat there for hours and was sure to give up when he caught a glimpse of her, sitting there alone, looking as bored as he was. That’s when his night changed.

‘My friend invited me, I think he thought it would be good for me.’ For a while he’d just sat at home doing work and isolating himself from people apart from ladies, but his friend was tired of it and invited him to the event. Whether that was to find a girlfriend or someone to get him to break out of the shell he was in, he didn’t know, but he definitely found someone.

‘Why? How were you before yesterday?’ He played with her hair and shrugged, he hadn’t remembered the last few weeks of thunder and storm since she’d come into his life, and he wasn’t planning on going back there.

‘I guess I wasn’t myself.’ She traced her finger around his chest and planted soft kisses on him.

‘I hope you don’t mind me asking why?’ He closed his eyes and remembered why he’d stop being himself for many weeks, that day when he caught them, was the last time he thought he’d be himself, because that was when everything went sour…until yesterday.

‘Just bad memories, that’s all.’ She nodded, she knew he may not tell her instantly and she was fine with that, but eventually she’d like him to forget those memories and lose himself with her.

‘Don’t we all hate those moments?’ He nodded and she smiled relaxing in his arms.

‘Wait, so why were you there?’ She remembered her boss forcing her into going, said it’d help the company but all she’d done that night was plaster fake smiles on her face and shake random individuals hands. She wanted to leave so badly, but she thought she might as well stay; it was only one night, until Lyle came and energised her in more ways than one.

‘Work. Apparently we had to build up contacts, I don’t know why my boss wanted me there, but he insisted and I went.’ He remembered seeing her greet many people in that seductive backless dress and his manhood twitched.

‘You looked stunning yesterday.’ She blushed and looked down feeling shy.

‘Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t come and speak to me.’ He smiled and trailed his hand up and down her body. She smiled and bit her lips.

‘I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t come and speak to you…I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t come today.’ She looked at him and he had that mischievous look in his face, she shook her head smiling.

‘Well I came.’

‘More than once.’ She held her mouth as he gave her his wolfish grin, he was different she thought, but who said different was wrong. She blushed and he spanked her bum lightly, causing her to yelp.

‘You can be really naughty…’ He tilted his head and bit her lip giving it a little tug.

‘Only for you.’ She came close to his lips and whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

‘Just for me?’ He nodded, and before they both knew it they were kissing, caressing each other in ways they believed felt good. He began fingering her, and not to his surprise she was soaking. He wiggling two fingers inside her, moving them both in and out, until she hummed moans on his lips. He continued fingering her until she came unto his fingers, which didn’t take too long. She covered him with kisses until she was captured by the blissful darkness, and fell into a deep sleep in his arms. He was glad she hadn’t gone home, he wanted to sleep and wake up to her face, her scent, her body and he wanted to make love to her more than once.

Soon enough through him stroking her hair, he fell asleep.

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Big 6 [Part 1]

Harriett could read people in a matter of seconds. And it took her less than a second to realise she wasn’t going to like the woman that stood before her. Her stance and her atmosphere-oozed with power, power she clearly didn’t have once she’d left this school building. Harriett could have mentally listed approximately seven things about the woman that stood hovering over her that she disapproved, but the one she found herself repeating the most was the way she was looking at her. Like I was nothing. The woman’s chin lifted ever so slightly. Not in a defiant way, but more so challenging Harriett. This woman wasn’t going to be easy interviewing, and staying calm was going to be even harder, Harriett thought. It didn’t help that the woman was a foot or two taller than her, so any action the woman performed, like gesturing towards a chair for her to sit in, felt like a demand that she was forced to comply with.

Harriett politely declined the offer to sit, knowing if she sat down her height would further decrease along with the power this woman seemed to try to take away from her.

“What can I do for you detective…?”

The woman said sitting behind her desk, speaking whilst rearranging the items that were already neatly organised on the table.

“Costa.”

The woman nodded and smiled, in attempt to hurry her along with the conversation.

“Yes, so what can I do for you today?”

Harriett stood behind the seat that was offered to her and brought her pad of notes out, ignoring the blatant hint the woman threw at her showing her lack of interest.

“I have a few questions for you.”

“Regarding?”

“Regarding the two missing children from your school, Annabelle Adedun and Abiola Lawal?”

Harriett watched her face attentively to see how she reacted to the news about two of her pupils being classified as missing. But only felt angered when the woman shrugged nonchalantly as though she hadn’t taught or known both girls that were students in her own school.

“Detective, I have many pupils in this school. Calling out a name or two won’t help narrow down who you’re referring to. I assume you have photo’s, information or something more specific to help me remember these girls?”

Harriett controlled her anger and plastered a smile on her lips, she’s testing me, she thought. There weren’t many reasons as to why Harriett disliked teachers, but one reason for sure was that they never seem to turn off that patronising voice they used on their students. No matter who you were, teachers were most likely going to speak to you in the same tone they spoke to every child who walked through those gates every morning and who walked out every afternoon.

“I’m surprised you, as the head mistress, is unfamiliar with the names of pupils that attended your school. When I was in school my head teacher made sure she familiarised herself with all the students.”

“Well detective, I don’t know what school you were taught at,” She paused, far longer than needed. The unspoken words added to Harriett’s anger, but she calmed the roaring seas in her mind and allowed the woman to finish. “But it’s not a priority to learn the names in this institution. What is the priority is to ensure the students are learning in a safe environment and are getting the most out of the education we provide for them.”

“How safe can this environment be if two of your pupils were reported missing a week ago, whilst on school premises?”

This had gotten her attention. Straightening her back and squinting her eyes slightly, she looked at Harriett daring her to add to her last comment. With no further addition to her question, the head teacher leaned forward on her desk, resting her chin on both her hands that were intertwined with each other.

“Are you claiming that ­I – the head mistress – played a part in the disappearance of these two pupils or are you just being disrespectful about the way I handle and run this school?”

“Neither, I just want to know a little about the students and their progression in school. Whether they were failing or not, did they have behavioural issues, was there any complications between the girls and other students?” The head mistress dropped her hand and slowly rose from her chair, not breaking eye contact with Harriett. She slowly walked around the desk, sorting a loose sheet of paper and stood head to head with Harriett.

“You’ve come to me in the middle of the school day, insulted my procedures and as I will take it, have attempted to place me under the suspicion that I may be a suspect of the disappearance of those two girls. Whatever information you are looking for would not be coming from me detective. Maybe try their parents, or close friends but for now I suggest you turn around and leave my office – because there is nothing here to help a person like you with this little case you’re trying to build.”

“A person like me? Being a detective or being black?”

The head mistress bent down just a little so that their faces were a few inches away from each other and slid on a small smile. Looking into Harriett’s eyes, holding her gaze as she spoke, “Either, take your pick.”

Grendel’s Mother & Beowulf

He was here. And she wasn’t wasting anymore time. She’d watched her son crawl into their home, bleeding and in agony – barely able to conduct coherent sentences. He’d clutched onto his shoulder that was saturated in blood. She knew something wasn’t right, however due to her state of mind, she had no time to wonder what was missing.

She rushed over to Grendel’s side, in tears, mortified at the image that was before her. There he lay, her son, without his left arm, crying in pain. It was an educated guess that he had already began dying on his way to their abode, but it seemed as though now he was at his final breaths. She cried in anger and in discomfort, who would have taken her only son? She held him close to her, with only one question on her lips, who? He clutched his wound, and took sharp breaths in, attempting to reveal the name, but visibly struggling. He closed his eyes, using the last energy that dwelled within him, whilst she clasped his hand. Hoping for anything, but knowing reality was a cruel mistress. Beo…Beowulf…Beowulf was his name, and Beowulf was whom she was going to slay. To avenge her now dead son. She was going to slaughter him brutally, so that he felt every bone in his minuscule body tighten and crumble as she killed him. She descended her son into the murky lake that flowed between her legs, and stood looking at the crescent moon in the sky – she’d be patient, she told herself. Sooner or later, this Beowulf would come looking for her, and once he did, she’d destroy him. Destroy him along with any hopes and legacies that came along with the name Beowulf.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The wait was finally over. He was here and she was prepared. He crept through the cave, eyes alert and sword drawn. Slaying Grendel was not a task that Beowulf couldn’t handle, however he wasn’t going to assume the same for his mother. He knew the anger that ran through her veins and pulsated around her body was because of him – because he killed her only son. He’d come across a lake, but to proceed with his journey, he’d have to swim through the lake to enter her chamber. The path before him reminded him of his swimming contest with Breca, many moons ago. Even though he failed to win the match with Breca, he was sure he’d defeat any sea monsters that would cross his path. Just like he had during that contest. He placed the knife between his teeth, bit down and then dived into the lake.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Stupid human, she thought. She was the queen of her domain and now she was going to show him why he should have never trespassed her land. She saw his body swimming through the lake, without warning, her body lunged towards him, pulling him out of the water. As she held him, other sea monsters came to her side, attacking this outsider, clinging onto his armour and pulling at his weapon. However, this man was stronger than what she had anticipated. He summoned power from above and loosened Grendel’s mothers grip from around his waist, whilst pulling the sea creatures off of him.

Beowulf then proceeded to swim to the surface, revealing a golden aura within the cave. He drew his sword and faced Grendel’s mother, who was stalking her prey ready to strike. He turned to face her and for once was stunned; never had he imagined such beauty or elegance from such a monstrous creature like her. She managed to hold an unimaginable picturesque appearance that he physically couldn’t raise his arm to strike her.

But it wasn’t only he that was shocked, her son’s murderer was beyond any regular human, he was a god. A god with such features that any creature would bow to him under any command. She came close, not believing what she was seeing, she wanted to touch, wanted to feel, smell him even. The finest Gods from above made him. He was enchanted by her beauty, nobody had capsulated such exquisiteness like she did, he threw his sword to the ground and stripped himself of his armour. Not fearing the other sea creatures that lurked closely around him, instead he solemnly focused on Grendel’s mother and how a monster could hold such a beauty that would disarm a man without any words.

Countdown [Part 2]

Last night was difficult for Anna and the cycling had only done so little to settle her nerves, which left her too restless to sleep. All night she stayed awake, remembering that night seven years ago. The memories fresh in her mind, reminding her who she used to be and who she is now after what had occurred. Her life was no longer the same. She was no longer the same. She was eroding away in front of her own eyes and there was nothing she could do to stop what seemed to be the inevitable. Dammit, she muttered to herself in her bed. One night was all it took to have her clutching onto her sheets again for dear life, when she was in no apparent harm. She thought about the letter again and the photo and shock inwardly. It was stressful enough to not know whether this was a just someone with sardonic humour, but something in the back of her mind screamed alarms.
The same voice that screamed alarms seven years ago, but she ignored. Anna had learnt her lesson and she learnt the hard way. She’d find herself rummaging through her memories to see if she knew the man in the photo, but nothing came to mind. Instead she’d try to remember the man laying dead in the picture and then remember Detective Sutherland.
There was something about Sutherland that made Anna feel protected. And that alone was what was scaring her. She barely knew the man, let alone spoke to him. But the aura that fed off him was something she treasured, a feeling she had no awareness that she desired, but had wanted so deeply. Anna wasn’t prepared to teach today, with her mind still wandering back and forth between Sutherland and the photo, she wasn’t focused enough to prepared students for upcoming exams. But she was sure as hell she wasn’t going to stay at home, where there was definitely no escape of the events of last night and Sutherland. She began to clear her mind and focus on the paperwork that was stacked on her desk as her students were reading, when the door knocked. She looked up to see Mike standing in her doorway, with that grin that made her skin want to turn inside out.

“Miss Phillips can I have a word outside please?” Anna excused herself from the class and made her way outside, hoping Mike wasn’t trying to ask her on yet another date, because she didn’t know what other excuse to give him to avoid his proposal. It was bad enough he kept asking knowing she wasn’t interested in him, but being her boss made everything more difficult. Mike didn’t know when to take the hint, especially when it came to Anna, and he didn’t seem to read expression very well too. Because if he looked closely for just a second, he would realise every time he spoke to Anna, she’d recoil within herself. Every time he stepped just a little too close to her, she made sure the gap between them was more than big enough to give her the space she needed. So whatever Mike thought he was seeing between himself and Anna was far from reality.
“What’s the issue?” Anna asked looking at Mike. He shrugged, directing her towards a figure that was behind her with his gaze. She turned around to see Detective Sutherland, standing just as large and confident as he did in her living room the night before.
“I have no idea, but I do hope you’re not starting trouble Miss Phillips – you’re too much of an asset to lose.”
She cringed at his comment, knowing what he meant and faced the detective.

 

Sutherland, who had caught every meaning to that slimy principals comment, clenched his jaw, watching Anna attentively to see if she’d received his subliminal meaning. When he saw her slightly flinch and turn away from him, he decided to react the same, there was no need to fight this woman’s battles just yet – even though he wanted to. No matter how much he tried to fight it, it was the first time in a long time he wanted to protect any woman who wasn’t family or his partner. The world was a cruel place, it gave when it wanted to give and took when it wanted to take. He thought of his life only just a few years ago and grew stiff at the sour memories. He needed to pull himself together, this was no time to reminisce on the past and the ‘what could have’s’, instead he focused on the now, and that was finding out more about Anna Phillips and who would send her a picture of a dead man.
“I have a few questions to ask you Miss Phillips, is there somewhere private we can talk?”
Kane wanted privacy, with the principal still lingering around like an unwanted smell, he didn’t want to ask anything that could possibly cause complications to the investigation. Anna looked towards the class and Kane.
“I hope you don’t mind sparing 30 minutes, I’m in the middle of teaching. But after, I’ll be free to answer any of your questions.” Kane nodded then faced the principal.

“Is there a place I can wait until Miss Phillips is finished?” He nodded and began walking down the corridor. Kane could destroy this weasel who thought he was a man in a second if he truly wanted to. Not only did Kane tower over him, but is was clear enough that physically, Kane weighed and worked out more than this principal did. As the man continued down the corridor, leading Kane further away from Anna, Kane dared to turn around to catch one more glimpse of Anna and did he catch an eyeful. Not only did her pencil skirt accentuate her curvaceous body figure, but the shirt she wore grew tighter around her breasts, almost making Kane salivate. Like a dog, because I’m behaving like one. Kane shook his head, trying to focus on the matter at hand. But when Anna hadn’t entered the classroom, he realised she too was watching him. When he caught her eyes staring at him, she disappeared in the classroom without giving him a chance to react. The principal led him to the waiting room outside of his office.

“Sorry,” Kane spoke. “Does Miss Phillips have many friends here?”
“A few,” the principal replied nonchalantly.”She does her job and leaves. I’d consider myself one of those few she classifies as a friend. I’ll always look out for Miss Phillips.”
Kane’s body tensed, this man was more than interested in Anna. It seemed he would do more that the average to get her attention, which made Kane dislike him even more.
Through gritted teeth Kane spoke, “what about teaching?”
“Oh, Anna always goes that extra mile for her students, there’s no doubt in that. She is definitely an asset to this school and losing her would be a major loss for me.”
How much more could Kane take before his primal instincts took the better of him. He took a deep breath and continued.
“So you’d say she’s a good colleague?”
“She’s amazing. Just very quiet.” A woman spoke from behind Kane. He turned around and was met by a tall, slim ebony beauty. She greeted him with a smile and stuck her hand out for a shake.
“I’m Toni, Mike you have a call on line one.”
In a flash Mike the principal disappeared into his office, leaving Kane standing alone with Toni.
“I’m –” Kane wasn’t sure what to address himself as. He didn’t want Anna’s business spreading like wildfire, and he wasn’t sure what the repercussions would be if he told Toni who he was. “I’m an old school friend.”
Toni smiled whilst looking towards Mike, who was now behind his desk, chatting away on the phone.
“Mike’s odd, don’t mind him. We’ve all guessed he has a crush on Anna, but if she’s going to ignore it, then so will we.” Kane looked at Mike then shook his head.
“A little unprofessional, don’t you think?”
“Hell, when it comes to Anna, the man acts like he’s never seen a woman before.” She huffed and continued. “Chasing like a dog without a leash, it’s embarrassing. The man just doesn’t know when to stop.” Kane made a mental note of Mike, and thought to conduct a background check on him when he got back to the office.

“Does he behave like that all the time?” Kane asked, partly to keep the conversation going, whilst wanting to know more about Anna.
“It went up a notch when Anna’s ex split with her…that was years ago now. But ever since then, Mike never stopped trying.”
There was an ex, Kane made another mental note and decided to ask Anna when he saw her. His phone vibrated in his pocket, whilst he was just about to continue his conversation with Toni. He grabbed it, seeing the caller ID and decided that the conversation could wait.
“Sorry excuse me.” He left the building, praying his partner Charlie had some good news about the case.

Runaway Girl

We hadn’t known what hell was until our mother had brought him to our doorstep. Mark. Mark was the devil’s name and would forever be burnt into my mind after everything he had put us through. Even as I lay here, I know deep down he cannot take the blame for the torture both my baby sister and I were enduring. I had somehow dragged her into this mess and allowed this devil to clasps his arms around her without a fight.

To even think we had experienced the worst. The men mother had brought around the house before Mark was beyond lower than low. But Mark was a new breed of bad. Completely different in all aspects and this was what had started the pain we now suffer. He wasn’t verbally abusive to us like how Kenny was. Neither was he as physical as Dean had been with my mother after a drink or two. It may seem surprising, but Mark was more of a father than I had ever had. Things turn into a blur when I try to remember how everything truly began.

 

  • May 2012

It was late in the night and the last time me and Belle had saw mother was when she had stood just in front of the door claiming she’d be back in a few minutes. That was at 12’noon, it was now almost 9’oclock and she still hadn’t returned home. It wasn’t as though Belle and I weren’t used to it. It was normal for her to leave at early hours and return home late at night, smelling of alcohol and other things that always made my nose scrunch up whenever I got close enough to her to take her to bed.

Belle sat on the couch coloring Velma from her Scooby-Doo coloring book, whilst I began cooking lunch. Which normally meant anything that could be cooked and worked well was what I normally prepared.

At the age of sixteen I was a mother to my baby sister Belle. I had realized depending on my mother was wasted energy. She’d either be too intoxicated to care for either of us, or be too preoccupied with company to even remember she had daughters. Belle was only eight, so she wasn’t fully aware of how she was being neglected by our mother, but I was attentive to the way she failed to be a mother to us and I knew it wasn’t an epiphany I wanted Belle to go through just yet. So by any means I was trying to prolong this realization by shielding her like a protective older sister.

After rustling up and eating our ‘make-shift’ dinner, I tucked Belle into bed, not wanting her to see mother stumble into the house around midnight like she usually did. I didn’t want Belle to witness her older sister stripping her mother and taking her to bed, so when she woke up she was in her bed and not blacked out on the corridor floor. Belle looked up to me as I tucked her blanket around her.

“Dara where’s mum?”

Half of me wanted to shrug, because I truly didn’t know where she was and it was exhausting thinking about where she could be. But instead I gave her one of the many lies I told her during our childhood.

“She’s at a friends house, then she’s going to grab some groceries for us.”

Belle looked at me, long enough for me to wonder if she realized I was lying, then looked towards the ceiling. She grabbed a handful of her blanket and spoke without giving me eye contact.

“But she’s been gone for so long!” I gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead and moved stray hairs away that fell onto her face.

“Belle don’t you worry, she’ll be here soon. I’ll tell her to give you a kiss goodnight when she comes in, deal?”

Belle nodded, obviously not convinced with my explanation, but I hadn’t given her room to voice her doubt. I turned on her lamp and turned off the room light, blowing her a kiss before shutting her bedroom door. With a sigh, I trudged back downstairs, awaiting my mother’s arrival. Knowing eventually she’ll stroll in. It was only once when she’d left the house and hadn’t returned until the next day. I can vividly remember the way I worried, thinking she was face down in a ditch, or that she’d actually forgotten she had kids. It was always a dark joke between myself that mother had forgotten she had children. But during her absence that night, I remember thinking how she could have actually forgotten about Belle and me and if only I knew those personal jokes could have actually been a reality. She eventually stumbled in the following morning, claiming she wasn’t aware of the time. No apology, no sign of worry that her kids were alone for more than 24 hours. Instead she walked in the house nonchalantly and headed straight to bed. The anger that boiled within me that day was uncontrollable. She hadn’t even cared for our wellbeing. I was sure to take Belle and myself to a care home that day. However when she awoke, she’d given Belle a fluffy toy that Belle, till this very day, clings onto and had gotten me earrings. It was her way of apologizing and I had accepted it. It was rare for us to receive any gifts from our mother, so when one came around, I was sure not to throw it away.

 

But sitting here, watching the time go by reminds me that no matter how many small gifts she throws our way, will not excuse her lack of maternal skills. Midnight was around the corner and there was no sign of her return. I’d somehow dozed off a few times, awaking to the sound of the television and looking straight at the clock, sighing when I realized it was later than when I initially slept and that she still wasn’t back. Just as my patience began to wear thin, the locks on the door began to unlock slowly. A few giggles were heard on the other side of the door. I stood waiting to catch my drunken mother, when the door opened and a tall man had his arm around her waist. Frozen, we both stood watching each other. My mother’s head swung left to right as she grew limp. The man watched me stand before him in what seemed like horror, then gave me a small smile and closed the door behind him.

“Could you help me with her, she’s drank a little too much tonight.”

I ran to my mother’s side, putting her left arm around my neck as the man started walking towards the living room.

“It’s okay, I can handle it from here. Thanks mister for bringing her home.” With a startled look, he watched as I took my mother into the living room. I sat her down on the couch and pulled her shoes off. It must have startled him how a sixteen year old was caring for a more than able thirty eight year old woman, because even after her shoes were off, he still stood in the corridor with awe written all over his face.

“I said thanks mister, but you can leave now.”

“You’re a special girl to take care of your mum like this.”

“Well, I have to do what I have to do.”

“Hmm.” He nodded his head and watched as I did the routine check on mother. I made sure I didn’t remove any clothing off of her, as I couldn’t really understand why the man still hadn’t left.

“I respect what you’re doing for your mother. She’s a good lady, under all the drink and addictions. She wanted me to stay the night, but I wouldn’t want to intrude. Let her know she got home safe because of Mark and she got to bed in one piece because of you.”

With that he left my mother and me alone in the living room. The front door opened and then shut soon after. This was the first time I’d met Mark.

 

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