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27: GOOD MORNING, DOLLFACE
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COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 28: WHERE IS PEBBLES?
Where could that black bastard be? Sinister contemplated to himself. Where is Pebbles? He had been to Paris, and she wasn't with the Browns. He tracked down Evie through Principal Sawyer.“That red-headed harlot knew something. She was lucky her parents were there, or else I would have beaten the truth out of her. The way she turned up her nose at me like I was trash. I should have slapped her across her face until she begged me to stop,” he mumbled to himself, then took a swig of his scotch. His informants notified him that the name Pebbles Hemington didn't pop up on any of their databases; They had checked the train stations, the bus terminals, and the airports — even so, there was no trace of her.Something odd came up when Val, a man who owed Sinister a favour, told him that there was missing footage from the airport that day she went missing, which got Sinister thinking that Pebbles might have gotten help. He knew whoever assisted her must be someone with a lot of money and connec
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 29: OFF TO THE GAME PART 1
PEBBLES' POVI scrambled through my suitcase, trying to cypher through those rags I called clothes. I struggled to find a decent enough outfit. The only items I found were brown corduroy pants that had seen better days and Grandma's old blue cotton sweater that was missing a button or two.I was never a girl who paid much attention to material objects or overly obsessed about outer beauty, but I wanted to look perfect for Ace. He requested me to accompany him to a football game that evening; it astonished me when I learnt he was a Harvard sophomore. My mouth fell agape when he revealed he was also an honour student on the Dean's list.I slipped on the raggedy items of clothing, praying to God that they didn't rip apart from old age and deterioration, then I made my approach to the living room. Ace was leaning against the front door. He had a hand in his pocket, and he was twirling a set of keys on his finger. He launched forward as he kept my gaze. This man was nothing less than extra
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 30: OFF TO THE GAME PART 2
I calmed myself with deep breaths. “Who?” I asked and just like clockwork, Jillian showed up.“Hey guys,” she greeted.“Jilly, take care of her. You know the details and Dollface, I'll see you later,” he kissed me on the lips and jogged off towards the locker room.“Well, I'll be damned. He has this rule about not kissing on the lips — What are you, some kind of witch?” Jilly tugged my hand and pulled me along the corridors. I could not help it. Jealousy chewed at my soul like a dementor from hell. “So, do you come to his games often?”“Woah, easy there, Dollface, do not — I repeat, do not go there. Ace and I had never been intimate.”Damn! She saw right through me. But what the hell, she told me they had sex a couple of times. Liar. “But you said you two slept together a few times.”“Yeah, but that was just it. We didn't cuddle after, we didn't kiss. There was no cosmic connection — none of that Hallmark card bullshit. Ace is very complex. He has — issues, but as his ex-therapist, I
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 31: ISAAC JENKINS
It was the second half of the game. The Bulldogs and the Crimsons gave us an exceptional show. Both scores stood at 39. I could detect the animosity and rage that poisoned the atmosphere. It bled from the athletes on the retrieve. My eyes were always glued on number 69, I almost had a heart attack twice when I saw him being tackled by a few dirty, sweaty bodies. Their helmets and pads smashed against each other thunderously, granting me the notion that the Gods were angry. With merely a couple of seconds left on the time, there was only room for one more play. Ace had the ball, the clock read 14 seconds. The crowd was nail-bitingly silent. Beads of nervous sweat pebbled my forehead. The tension was so dense, you could cut it with a knife. I observed in apprehension as Ace dodged and flipped past the enemy. I felt and tasted the adrenaline that was gushing from the pitch and the onlookers around the stadium. I heard the coaches yelling.“Defence!”“Tackle him!”My mind went into slow
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 32: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
“Thanks for the ride, Profess—”“No, no, no — please, it's Isaac.”“OK, Isaac, thank you.” Pebbles cleared her throat. She felt ackward that he wanted her to address him by his first name. Being that he was a professor and all. “You're welcome. See you around, Pebbles.” He lingered until Pebbles was safely inside the house. His tires screeched against the gravel road as he drove off. Evie was the first person to call to see if she was OK. She cursed like a sailor when Pebbles informed her about what had transpired. Evie promised Pebbles that as soon as she was back in America, her foot would wear Ace's ass, then she would break Jenna's nose. It took Pebbles half an hour to diffuse her, but then she demanded to know about the sexy professor from the message. She declared he was eye candy. Pebbles quickly wished her a good night and then terminated the call. She did not know how to explain Isaac yet. He seemed sincere, and he was a gentleman, but she thought his expectations went deep
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 33: NIGHTMARE
They say nightmares are fragmented re-enactments of people or events your brain reserves from when you're awake; it twists and alters an already frightening memory into something far more perverse and disturbing. That was happening to our Pebbles. Her nightmares had returned—but they weren't gone for long. She finally felt at peace; safe when she entered the lives of the Dicksons. She thought she left her past; her old life behind along with the people who created all her pain and troubles, only to have a small insignificant piece of her story in which she preferred to forget, appearing at her front door in the essence of Jenna. She asked herself, how did Ace know Jenna and did he know who she was to her? The many outcomes of events that could occur if Jenna had seen her tormented her from the depths of her subconscious. Sinister came for her—she looked on in horror as he slashed open Bradley's throat. Ace battled to protect her, but he was no match for the power of the devil. He du
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 34: LET ME MAKE YOU FORGET
PEBBLES' POVI curled up in my bed, relishing the fact that Ace was so perfect. I felt he genuinely cared for me, and I was so relieved that Jenna was just a mistake that he now regretted. What a catastrophe that would have been if she had seen me yesterday?My body was well-rested even though I only slept for 6 hours. I had been up for half an hour, grinning up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts of Ace. I rose from the bed and went straight to the shower. I wanted — no; I needed to see my boyfriend. ************“You ever considered doing this for a living?” I greeted Ace with a kiss on the cheek, and he chuckled. Man, that man could cook.“Good morning, Dollface. I assume you'd still be sleeping — I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed.”“This past weekend had been full of surprises that pretty much can last me a lifetime. I think I'm good for now,” I giggled.“Help yourself. I made you a plate — just let me finish up here.” His back muscles flexed as he flipped th
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 35: SECRETS AND LIES
Two hours thereafter and Pebbles still felt the remnants of Ace's touch. His smell still lingered in her nostrils, causing her to feel a sense of euphoric hopelessness. She almost didn't want to shower; afraid of washing his scent away.She reminisced about the feeling of his lips kissing down there, rocking her body into submission, and opening doors she never knew she had. Her mouth let out an involuntary moan in ecstasy as she imagined what it would feel like when he was inside her. A blush tinted her body as she stepped into the shower. Pebbles did things with the showerhead that Evie once told her about. After her much-needed shower, she headed downstairs, only to meet Bradley walking through the door. “Bradley, you're home,” Pebbles squealed. He dropped his bag at the door and gave her a bear hug. His fatherly scent comforted her in ways she'd always yearned for. “Did you have a pleasant weekend?” He asked, running his thumb over Pebbles' cheek and giving it a childlike pinch.
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