SOFIAThe voices from Lana's minions all around me were starting to get louder. I couldn't care any less, but the words cut through me like a knife. I was never the one to ignore what people said. It prickled my skin and made me sweat horribly. Especially if it were a lie.That was the main problem here. Everything the women said were blatant lies. Maybe I'd have been better off at a bar. Although the men would pick on me anyways, it was better than having to sit with cowards who could only talk. I hated words sometimes.I was bullied in high school and even if I knew the right way to stand up for myself, I was never able to. People called me a weakling and a bore head for letting my parents' death affect everything else that I did. They compared me everyday with my sister.It caused enmity between us, and it made me a low lifer. Burying myself in books and the few loser friends I had, I thought I was living the life. I convinced myself that it was true happiness but I was never reall
SOFIAWas this a movie?When he called, "Sofia, Sofia..." He called out in hushed tones as if he knew this was the end for me. He then approached me slowly, with a glint in his eye."Can I get you anything?" I was starting to shiver, completely unaware of his intentions. Was I going to die?"Of course. You pretty thing. Do you know, you have such a great ass?" Anger rose within me. He approached me without caution, snatching my hand and dropping me on the table. He began to unbutton his shirt, and then I knew, there was trouble looming.I was scared. I was so scared and my eyes flashed right in front of me. I began to think of the things I haven't achieved, I began to think of how I didn't get to spend quality time with my twin sister, I began to think of how I haven't lived life to the fullest, I began to think of so many other things even at this stage.I've heard of so many homicide cases. In these cases, the victims who want to save themselves end up being brutally beaten or die i
SOFIA I didn't know why I was doing this. But I had to prove myself somehow. I felt empathy, but empathy was weakness so I just deceived myself with the idea of pretending. I was pretending outside, but inside I was filled with rage. Everything had been going on smoothly and I was almost having enough fun, to forget about my real plan.She appeared more beautiful everyday and I was getting too used to her company. I used the best agents for her everytime, and whenever we found new clues together, we would share a drink. I had to admit, I didn't want it to end so soon.I also wasn't letting my guard down. She was smarter than she looked always looking for hidden meanings to things, and asking me questions out of the blue. So where are you from? Your family? I always managed to find my way around it, but it was getting more difficult each time.I couldn't let her get to me though. And following up on every part of her life, I was one step ahead of her. I had asked my private investigat
ALEXOne thing was on my mind as I gave this asshole a punch, I didn't stop hitting him until that thing was off my mind. No one dares hurt Sofia, I was the only one who had the right too. So, that alone got me angry.What if I hadn't come here?Earlier, I was in my car, I was hungry. I must have spent about thirty minutes waiting for Sofa to come out but it doesn't seem like she would be out anytime soon. I decided to park my car a few blocks away from her company. I saw a restaurant around and stepped out onto the bustling street, workers were trooping out from their various workplace.My stomach grumbled in protest. I had skipped lunch, wanting to drive here so that I could get to meet Sofia immediately after she closed. And now, I was regretting it as hunger gnawed at my insides. A small restaurant caught my eye just across the road, and with no other plans for the evening, I decided to step inside and grab a meal.Who doesn't like good food, huh? The warm and inviting aroma of fo
ALEXI refused to stop. There was a loud ringing in my ears, like a thousand bells were shaken at the same time. I couldn't project my next step, but my body was in swift motion. My heart beat ten times faster and sweat dripped from my palms. I had no idea where I was headed. But I didn't stop. I could not stop. I kept moving even if it meant that I was endangering my life.My breathing ragged, and I started panting. I paused because of nature, denying my fear from suffocating my organs. My hand were shaky and my mind was not stable. I was weak. I was as weak as a rat in a cheese trap in the middle of a forest. I had no idea where I was, but I kept running.As just as I thought that I was free, I heard another gun shot. My brain was trying to push me into the illusion that none of it was real. But the gunshot brought me back. How I wished I were not alone. I wanted to hug my mom and tell her I had a bad dream. My mum was dead. It was my fault. Everything was my fault. I didn't want to
ALEX"He'll get better, Dad." Anthony's deep voice kept replaying in my head, the more I heard it, the more I was forced to increase the amount of punch I gave this man.The memories of that day flooded my mind as I punched him. And it helped me. Because I never wanted to stop, and I did not.To me, it felt like I was punching Anthony, giving him exactly what he deserved for lying, for bullying me, for allowing his friends to beat me. I felt like he was the one here, and two punches weren't enough to punish him, four wasn't enough, not even ten was enough.That day, I felt like my whole childhood days were crumbling, and all I wanted to do was coil in a bun and sleep away my sorrows. I knew if my mother was there, I would have hugged her, sought comfort in her arms, but she was gone.Every other maltreatment I ever went through from both my father and Anthony came flooding into my mind. Suddenly, I was living in those days again, suddenly I was in that dark room Anthony called 'Devil'
ALEXThe sight of her slumbering form tugged at something deep inside me and I was angry for no reason, still I knew she was safe at least.She was safe in my hands. She looked so small. It was like she had no care in the world since I was with her, since there was no one to harm her again. It became clear to me that she trusted me, if not, she wouldn't easily fall into my arms like this. For some reason, I was glad she trusted me.It made me know that soon, I was going to make her fall deeply in love with me, then, I'd break her heart.I smiled and drove onto another road, then I carefully pulled the car over to the side of the road, making sure it's a safe place to stop. When I looked at her again, she was curled up in the passenger seat, her head now resting on the window. I reached over to gently place her head against the car's cushion, trying not to wake her. As I did, she let out a soft sniffle, and for a moment, my heart stopped. Was she awake? Has she been pretending to sleep
ALEXI placed my hands on her face caressing her cheeks. Amidst all my pride, I really felt bad for her. I couldn't imagine what she must have gone through trying to fight for herself, to wriggle out of that position that bastard out her in. I removed the revenge from my mind. Afterall, I was still human.I didn't have a sister so I didn't know what it felt like. Most of the girls I'd been with wanted to be with me. They liked my position and the money. There were times I thought I was in love but it turns out, I wasn't. But I always felt like a protector. I wanted them to be safe. I could kill women but I never stood for molesting them.I swore to find that bastard. What made him feel so entitled. Who was he anyways? Her boss? A co worker? Was that how he treated all the women in that place? Sofia must have been hiding these underneath because she wouldn't want me worried. She knows being a private investigator means I'd dig in anyways.Not that I cared but this was an actual case. A