The Life of Kiana Young

“Morning Miss Young, how are you today?”
I watched the doctor take his usual seat in front of me. His pad of notes under his left arm and his glasses in his right hand. His white coat down to his shins, with his white shirt and black skinny tie underneath neatly pressed and ironed completing the doctor look that I’d grown so well to hate.
“The same as every day doctor.”
“Oh Miss Young,” He said sitting down whilst opening his pad on the table. “I told you that you could call me Lucas.” I looked at the doctor, watching him closely as he clicked his pen ready to start the 9’o’clock session.
“I prefer doctor.”
“Then doctor it is.”

He flicked through the pages of notes, skimming through what he’d written about me in the last few encounters we had. Trying to seem as though he was reminding himself where he left off, doing the occasional scratch on his chin or silent approval when he came across a key note. When in actual fact, he remembers exactly what we last spoke about and what he wanted to speak about this session.
He falls onto his most recent notes on myself and nods, then flicks onto a new sheet of white paper.
“Where did we finish last time?”
“I thought that was what you were doing just now?”
“What do you mean Miss Young?”
“All the flicking through your notes, nodding and humming to yourself – weren’t you doing all of that so we could skip all these niceties and get straight to the point?”

“Hmm, you seem a little tense today Miss Young?”
I look towards the two guards standing by the door, then at the two plain clothed guards that were acting as though they were watching the television when really, they were waiting for me to out of character so they could pin me down and sedate me. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my annoyance, but failing to do so.
Ever since they put me here, classified me as crazy, I continuously failed to suppress my inner emotions. Maybe it’s due to the number of times I’ve been drugged, sometimes I don’t even know how I feel or think. But all I am aware of is that the more they pump these drugs into my system, the more I can feel my self-control slip.
“Doctor, how can one not be tense when they are in a stray jacket?”

I chuckled ever so lightly, trying to keep the sane image solid, even though I knew the doctor could see through it as clear as day.
“Well that is true, but I heard you got a little physical last night?”
“Doctor, I requested for different colour bed sheets. They bought me white… I refused to use it and here I sit today. With white bed sheets and strapped in a white stray jacket.” “Hmm,” He wrote a few notes in his now less empty pad and then looked back at me. “I want to talk about how you got here Miss Young, where this all started.”
With no response, he continued on with his plan of the day. “I want to know how Miss Young got in this seat, opposite me in a stray jacket – what triggered all of this?”

“Well I told you about how I’m in a stray jacket.”
“Miss Young…”
The doctor looked at me sternly, the two guards by the door turned their focus to me and the two plain guards had moved closer to my seat without my knowing. I swallowed my sarcasm and looked back at the doctor. I knew how this went, if I didn’t comply then I’d find myself laying in the room which was now my home. The four white walls taunting me, letting me know that no matter how much I tried, I was getting nowhere they didn’t want me to go.
Refocusing my attention back to the doctor, I sighed. “What do you want to know doctor?”
“I want to know what caused you to react the way you did that day. What went through your mind as you decided to change your life and commit that crime you did?”
With a sigh I look at the table. Where was I meant to begin? It’s clear to say the beginning, but every time I thought of the beginning I realised that the change happened within me long before I was aware. I looked at the doctor and then closed my eyes.
“I was sixteen and I’d just woken up to some tragic news.”

[Continuation of Kiana’s story next week- stay tuned]

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New Woman – Chapter 4

Throughout the journey home my mind constantly raced back to Vicky. I kept trying to rationalise my behaviour, why my body kept reacting to Vicky in ways that it shouldn’t. Images of our kiss continued to flash into my mind and with every image and every thought of her lips on my own, a foreign tingle runs through my body. My head was clustered with so much confusion, so many emotions running through that I wasn’t too sure how I was meant to react or even feel. I’d only moved here for the job a month ago and look who I’d become – a stranger to myself. It was coming to a point where I couldn’t even understand why my body was reacting and behaving the way it was. Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt my self-control slipping away from my fragile grasp. Having these feelings towards Vicky rattled me, it made no sense, how could I go from being in a serious long-term relationship with Jonathan, to now being single and having feelings towards Vicky. It was obvious that Vicky had strong feelings for me, the way in which she stared at me after she shut down my PC, the way in which she came closer to me to kiss me, was enough to tell me that she had been suppressing her feelings towards me for some time. I rested my head against the window of the taxi and closed my eyes. I tried with all my might to rationalise my emotions, trying to find reasoning as to why I felt different whenever I was around Vicky. I didn’t think I was attracted to her, neither did I believe I fancied her, there must be more behind why my body continued to disobey me when she was in close proximity to me.

After the taxi driver dropped me home, I paid him and made my way inside, feeling more drained than I did before. I made some spaghetti for dinner and sat down in front of the TV, watching the images flash across my screen, but not really taking anything in. Eating silently, still in deep thought, I felt my phone vibrate. I picked up the call, happy to see my mother on the caller ID.

“Mum!”
“Rebecca, how are you my love?”
Just hearing her voice had caused me to get emotional. Whenever things were getting tough, I could always rely on my mum to make things better, however moving so far from my parents has made things difficult. It was tough enough to leave a relationship for the job, but to leave my family behind, was heart wrenching. I wiped a stray tear away from my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the quiver in my voice.
“I miss you mum.”
“Is everything alright? Are they treating you good up there? I could come up in a heartbeat Becca, you know I would.”
“No,” I said sniffing. “I just missed your voice, that’s all.”
“Ah baby, it’s okay. Just remember you’re making the right choice. This experience, this job is just the beginning for you – there is so much more for you after this.”
I smiled, hearing my mum’s words always made me calmer.
“Thanks mum, I wish everyone saw it in that way.”
“Oh forget about him Becca. How is work going, let me know everything? Written anything yet?”

 

For a split second, I saw myself telling my mum everything that was going on between me and Vicky. Asking for her advice and hoping that she would share some words of wisdom, but as quick as the thought came, is how quickly it went. There was no way I was going to let my mum know that as soon as I left her house I turned into a woman even I wasn’t familiar of. I could imagine hearing the sheer shock in her voice and her demanding to come up to help me pack and come back home. I instantly threw the thought away and smiled again.
“It’s going okay. I’ve got the opportunity to write my first article for next week’s issue.”
“Oh my gosh! I’m so proud of you Becca, look at you, writing in the most famous magazine known to women. What’s it about?”
“Well I didn’t get to choose the topic, but it’s about the portrayal of women in today’s society. I discuss jobs, relationships and family – it’s not a bad topic in all honesty.”
“Oh Becca, as soon as the issue is out let me know. I’ll buy all the copies!”
“Mum, you only need to buy one.” I said chuckling.
“I always knew you’d be special and make me proud. Have you finished the article?”
“Not yet, I’m struggling on how to finish it. I want it to summarise what I’ve spoken about, but leave my readers with something to think about.”
For hours, both my mum and I spoke about ways in which I could complete my article. Throwing ideas back and forth, we finally came to an idea that we both agreed on and thought would have the best impact on my readers.
“Look at me helping you with your article – I better get credit for that.” I rolled my eyes smiling.
“Nice try mum, how’s Dad by the way?”
“Oh he’s alright, working later shifts so he’s always tired.”
“Send him my love.”
“I will, I should let you get on. It’s late and I don’t want to keep you up. But darling remember, if you need me I am just a call away okay?”
I nodded, feeling myself get emotional. Once we said our goodbyes I almost felt ten times more worse than when I had taken the call. I wished I could confide in my mum, it would have made things much more easy and bearable. But, if I barely understood what I was feeling and matter if fact, why I was even feeling this way, how could I expect my mum to be of any help? Getting her involved would have further confused the situation which I definitely didn’t need. What I did need was things to go back to how they were last week, Vicky barely noticing me and me trying to blend in with the others. I wiped a stray tear from my cheek, speaking with my mum was a huge help, but it was bitter sweet. There was so much I wanted to speak to her about but only managed to glaze the top of the icing. After a heavy sigh, I clear my dinner and make my way to my bedroom.

This unknown thing between me and Vicky had to take a backseat. I was going to get this article complete and then I was going to have to approach Vicky. There was no way I was going to work with this constant confusion between the two of us. Neither was I going to pursue that tiny little voice in my head that always wanted to know how Vicky tasted, wanted to know how soft she felt and how she would gently caress me. I was also not going to notice how every time I thought about Vicky and the kiss in her car that my heart beat just a tad bit harder than before, or even how my insides coiled and tightened in pleasure. If I gave room to these anonymous thoughts and feelings then everything would get messy and I didn’t just lose my long-term boyfriend and move away from my family home to ruin an opportunity of life. Making my way to bed I think about how I plan to gently tell Vicky that a platonic relationship is better than whatever we had managed to get ourselves into. However, she decided to take it was up to her, I just hoped this talk didn’t cause her to rethink my position at work.

 

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Mr Winters [Part 1]

It wasn’t the first time the police had pulled Hugo Winters into their interrogation room and played good cop bad cop with him when he refused to cooperate. But just as usual, he always found himself walking out of the precinct with a smug smile on his face, as the police had once again missed something vital that his attorney, Sarah Rayne, had picked up and used against them.

He and Sarah had become a team. An unstoppable force that even the police couldn’t handle. No matter what evidence they may have gathered against Hugo, whether that being legitimate evidence or fabricated (which he was sure had happened on a number of occasions), Sarah always found loopholes in their accusations that left him a free man.

Now standing at the top of the stairs of the precinct, feeling untouchable, a swarm of bottom-feeders gathered around him. Shoving microphones in his face, asking for a response after being taken to the precinct for the third time this month. He forced his annoyance away and began walking to his car that was already awaiting his arrival. With tape recorders, cameras and phones floating around him, he had to contain his anger before losing his composure. He despised reporters. All they did was feed off of others fame and success, and knowing the trials and tribulations Hugo had to cross to get to where he was, being the CEO of his own firm, he was not interested in giving people freebies. Especially if none were handed to him in his time of dire need.

Nearing his car, a female stood in front of him blocking him from entering his vehicle.

“Mr Winters, do you have any comments following the third arrest being made to you this month?” Hugo’s mouth opened to dismiss the woman’s question, when Sarah came from beside him.

“Mr Winters would not be answering yours,” she then looked at the rest of the other eager reporters who were waiting for any sort of information that could give them a story. “…or any of your questions. Good day.”

And with that, Sarah swiftly moved the bottom-feeder out of his way, giving him access to his vehicle. He sat in the passengers seat at the back, whilst Sarah got in with him. Closing the door, Sarah instructed Ainsworth to drive them to Hugo’s second property.

“Second?”

“Hugo, if those many assholes can gather at your release, imagine how many are lurking at your house. The second property is best, just for privacy. Until I can get a court order for all of them.”

Hugo smiled at her. He didn’t only hire Sarah because he knew her for most of his life, but because the way her brain functioned was beyond unique. She was fast on her feet and more in her brain. She thought of outcomes and solutions before problems even rose. That along with her on-going loyalty to him had deserved her the position of his right hand man, well woman.

“Well, someone’s a little tense.”

She shot him an angry look and he returned her glare with a cheeky grin. Shuffling his body closer to her as she returned her attention back into her briefcase.

“I’m not tense Hugo, I’m just doing my job,” She looked at him with frustrated eyes “far more often than I would like, if I’m quite frank. Can’t you stay out of the police eye for a second?”

He rolled his eyes and slid back into his original position, knowing she was going to talk his ear off about reducing his illegal activities and staying clean for a couple of months. She ordered Ainsworth to give them some privacy, whilst facing Hugo as the partition began rising.

“Not now Sarah, we’ve got more important things to deal with.”

“And this isn’t important? Hugo, I’ve only given you the best of my ability, but soon they may not stumble, the police might actually do their jobs right and there won’t be no way I could pull you out of it.”

He looked at her and gave her another one of his cheeky grins, making her roll her eyes. She pulled sheets of paper out of her briefcase and shook them towards him, not giving him eye contact. He grabbed her hand surprising her and then pulled her towards him, dropping her briefcase in the process and other loose sheets of paper. He grabbed her neck and pulled her towards him, making sure both their eyes were locked onto each other.

“Mm, I wonder if you still taste sweet?”

Her cheeks flushed whilst he continued to admire her beauty. Sarah had not only been Hugo’s attorney and friend, but on rare occasions the reason as to why they connected became blurred and more than just what the public were aware of. A connection Hugo knew far too well how to ignite and awaken, but also shut down. She held a strong persona in front of the cops, but when it came to Hugo, he knew what buttons to press to keep her silent and turn that stern face into something worth watching for a lifetime.

“Not now Hugo.” She said breathlessly.

“I haven’t even started yet,” He said kissing her jawline, slowly moving towards her neck, where her neck beat visibly due to her excitement. “Besides, you seemed tense and you know you work better when you’re more relaxed.”

With her hands still clenched around the papers, he used his free hand to caress her chest through her shirt as he began kissing her neck. Her throat worked to keep her moans quiet. Dropping the papers she clutched to on the floor, she used her free hand to caress his head as he planted soft kisses on her. He moved from her neck to her lips, which were parted slightly, teasing her by biting down on her bottom lip enough to cause her to grow impatient and pull his head closer to her to embrace the kiss fully. Feeling more and more hungry with each kiss they shared, Hugo began reaching for the buttons on her shirt, finding his mind stilled, as all he did was focus on Sarah and releasing his steady building desire. Until Ainsworth’s voice cut through the speakers, tearing them apart, but only by a fraction as reality came crashing back into Hugo’s mind.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr Winters, but I’ve noticed we have a tail. What would you like me to do about it?”

Sarah turned in her seat in attempt to catch any type of detail of the tail, but Hugo gently tugged her to face the front as he calmly thought of a way to deal with the issue.

“Leave them to tail us, however take note of the drivers license plate number and then give it to me when we reach the hills.”

“Very well.”

Hugo knew he hadn’t needed to worry with whom ever was following him, because he made sure he surrounded himself with able people. If he really wanted the tail gone, he knew Ainsworth would have done things a chauffeur didn’t need to do, to make sure the job was done. Especially with Ainsworth once having been in the army, he knew that his eyesight was more than capable of driving safely whilst still getting the license plate of the tail. Focusing back on Sarah, who was still tangled in his embrace, he smiled giving her a light kiss on the lips.

“Mr Winters, you know you play far too much?” She smiled whilst analysing his face.

“Only with you Miss Rayne. However currently, all I request from you is to make the charges go away.”

She pulled away from his embrace and grabbed the paper she’d let go of, during their heated moment of passion.

“I nearly forgot since you pulled me,” Still focusing on the scattered paper laid near their feet. “I sorted two of the charges.”

“How’d you manage to do that?” He said letting go off of her slightly, so she had easier access in picking up her papers.

“Me? Apart from working my magic, like I always do, I had a quick talk with you’re accountant and she let me know you had loose change hanging around, so I paid most of them. However, others are demanding a lot more.”

“How much more?”

“Enough that I’d need you to confirm the amount they are suggesting. It’s a lot, but we have other ways of making those charges go…” Hugo lightly chuckled and faced Sarah.

“And I thought you said I should cut down on the illegal activities huh?”

She shrugged her shoulders and returned her focus back on gathering the papers. Hugo kept quiet thinking about what Sarah was suggesting. Getting rid of some of those pestering people seemed very ideal to Hugo. However, being under tight observation by the police, he was sure that wasn’t the best way to get rid of some of the people who had been bothering him. Knowing the police would be eager to arrest him if they were under the suspicion he was doing anything illegal, Hugo thought better of just simply ‘getting rid’ of those other people. He stared at Sarah, who was now analysing some of the claims she spoke of. They were a powerful pair. He never mixed business with pleasure, but Sarah was far too sweet to let slip passed his fingers. He knew there was a chance this romance could be the end of their business, but Hugo was a smart man and knew when it was time to depart from a person before it got sticky.

 

Even though they’d driven to his second property, reporters still gathered by his house. Making it difficult for him to reach his property. Sarah had known they would be waiting for him, Hugo was aware of this too. But he didn’t know they’d somehow find themselves at his second property, the one that was meant to be far more private than his first one. He knew he had a few phone calls to make before he settled and put this day behind him. Someone was either tipping these reporters off, which meant the team that he thought was loyal, had a snake. Or the cops had a close eye on him, closer than he initially believed. He clenched his fists, remembering the tail that had been following him earlier and took note to ask Ainsworth immediately for the plate number. Sarah sighed and straightened out her suit as she closed her briefcase. She face Hugo as the car slowed nearing his home.

“Don’t say a word, I’ll handle this Hugo.”

Before Hugo could respond, Sarah had already opened her car door, to flashing lights and microphones in her face. She shut the door behind her, not allowing anyone to get any pictures of Hugo. As Sarah spoke with the reporters, Ainsworth shifted in his seat.

“Sir?” Ainsworth’s voice broke through the speakers, reminding Hugo he wasn’t alone.

“Yes?”

“Would you like me to get you into your property without them following?”

Hugo contemplated the offer, knowing Ainsworth would manoeuvre with ease in the crowded area of reporters. But Hugo didn’t want to ruin the strategy Sarah was creating for him, so he sat still and awaited for her.

“No, that’d be okay. But please email me the plate number of the tail we had earlier.”

“Yes sir.”

He smiled, again satisfied with the amount of trust he placed in Ainsworth and watched as the group of bottom feeders began to disperse and move back into their vehicles. He didn’t know what Sarah had said to the crowd, but she had somehow managed to get his once packed driveway free of reporters. She deserves a raise, he thought.

She walked to his door and knocked on the window, signalling for him to come out. Smoothing his three-piece suit, he stepped out his car and walked towards his house, grateful Sarah handled the reporters.

Hugo was a wealthy man and each and every one of his three properties replicated that wealth. The second property was in a private location far from the city of New York and had security surrounding the house 24/7. It was obvious he had to have some words with the security manager. If a hoard of reporters had the ability to cluster in his driveway, someone hadn’t done the job Hugo was paying them to do. But at least that was one problem solved. Thanks to the lady standing beside him. As soon as they were out of the public eye, Hugo grabbed Sarah’s waist, pulling her towards him. Their bodies crashed as he kissed her, trying to channel his annoyance and irritation into passion.

A small cough coming from his living room caused Hugo to stop his affection for Sarah. He looked at Sarah, wondering whether she had heard the cough. He hadn’t invited anyone and he surely didn’t expect any visitors, so who had just loudly coughed to make their presence known? Her expression mirrored his own, causing him to act based on instincts. He silently made his way into the living room, with Sarah close behind him, tapping silently on her phone contacting Ainsworth. Aware if anything happened with Hugo, she was to provide support until Ainsworth showed up. Rounding the corner that was the entrance to the living room, Sarah waited for Hugo to pounce on the intruder. But when she saw his body stiffen, she circled around him to see whom he was staring at.

“Hello Mr Winters, it seems as though you’ve been in trouble again.”

“What are you doing here Penèlope?”

The young lady stood, allowing a river of blonde hair to cascade down her shoulders. Her red lipstick was a strong contrast against the white fur coat and the black silk fitted dress she wore.

“Oh, we have unfinished business Mr Winters.”

 

 

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