Yes, it is them. Fear and anxiety grips my heart and mind.
"Quincy? Quincy?" I hear the shadow say. I yelp and move backwards, hitting the table slightly. The candle light blazes suddenly like it was never out.
Davina and Rita looks at me gaping while her mother smiles smugly, sitting on the red rugged floor.
My heavy breathing is the only thing that is audible in the small room.
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“Quincy, Quincy.” I hear a voice faintly.
A hand suddenly touches my shoulders and shakes me, trying to get my attention.
“Quincy, god, are you alright?” Davina asks me worriedly. I look at her face and it is covered with concern.
You can never know what someone really wants.“I’m good love, enjoy.” She says and then closes the distance between us and kisses me right on the lips. The warmth from her breath sends shivers down my spine.I lean in more to the kiss but then she pulls away. She then smiles shyly and begins to walk away as I just stand there, watching her disappear into the Club..............The walk back to my building in some way helped me think a lot. As the cold air of the city brushed against my face, all I could think of was Davina.Her kiss, her scent, her personality. It all kept playing in my mind over and over, like a broken record.I’m so glad that I met her.
“You said the same thing three years ago, remember?” He says to me and I close my eyes in frustration.“You and I know clearly that that’s not fair. It’s not the same thing.” I say to him.“Quincy, you said she wanted you to jump off a building!” He yells into the phone and I inhale sharply...............“You know what?” I say to him, on verge of snapping. “I’m sorry I even called to tell you that my freaking mom is alive! Your own wife!” I yell into the phone.Tears involuntarily fall from my eyes freely and I fight the urge to throw my phone across the room towards the wall.“Quincy, don’t you yell at me.” It&
“Dad doesn’t know you’re alive.” I say to her as I look up to her face.She tries to speak but no words come out.“Exactly, a liar then and a liar now.” I say to her and she flinches, as if my words physically assaulted her..............Well, good. I want her to hurt as much as I am hurting now.“What do you mean by a liar then?” She asks, wiping a stray tear that runs down her face.I raise an eyebrow, silently asking her if she really wants me to go there.“You know what? Forget about it, I’m leaving.” She says as she puts her handbag on her shoulders and stand.
“Quincy, you better not bring her up, I’m warning you.” He says and he walks towards me, expecting to see one of my friends or to say the least, nobody.But he stops in his tracks when his eyes land on his dead wife.“No, no, no.” He says to himself over and over.“This can’t happen to me too. I can’t lose my mind!” He says loudly and I want to say something but I don’t know exactly what to...................My father right now is incredibly antsy as he paces around the living room. He refuses to look at my mother and I am afraid to say anything.“Sam..” My mother stands and walks close to him.He halts his actions an
“Quincy?” My dad asks as he scoops up chocolate ice cream out of the small bucket.“Mmmhmm” I say, my mouth full of ice cream.“Today is a school day, why didn’t you go to school?” He asks me and I almost choke on my ice cream............“Umm.” I say, thinking on what to say.I should have gone to sleep but after my argument with my dad last night, I fell asleep and slept for so long, not taking notice of the time.“I overslept.” I say to him and he makes a face. Well, he don’t look like he’s going to kill me so I’m safe I guess.“It’s alright, I understand champ.”
“You like games, I see.” The person says and then fires his weapon.The sound of the gun going off shakes my entire core and I fall to ground.“Give me the phone, Quincy. This time, no one can save you from my wrath.” He says................It’s dark, why is it so dark?I think my eyes are closed.I open my eyes and I can hear a ringing in my ears, it’s torture.I look around the room and everything goes blurry and then clear again. What’s happening?Suddenly an excruciating pain grabs my lower thigh and I can’t help but yell. The pain spreads to my entire leg and I instinctiv
“Help!” I yell out loud, hoping that maybe one of the neighbors would hear me and come to my rescue.“Help!” He yells too and then laughs. “That’s the thing, Quincy. I too can play the yelling game. No one can hear anything coming from in here.”“No one can save you.” He says eerily and then pulls out his gun. “Now, let’s play us some games.”..................“What do you want?” I ask him as he gets closer to me.“Don’t you get it yet?” His voice is chilly. “I want you dead!” He smiles sadistically.This man is sick.“What did I ever do to you, man?” I ask him and
He then proceeds to walk towards the door and opens it. I suddenly see him raise his hand up as if he’s being held at gun point.“Jane, what the hell are you doing?” I hear him say.I soon see my mom enter with a small pistol in her hand, directing it at Daniel’s bald head..............“I told you, Daniel.” She says. “I told you not to come near them.” She closes the front door with her leg.“No more Danny? Aww.” He fake-sobs. “I’m not playing with you.” My mother says.“I’m not either. Imagine what our daughter would say when she gets to know that her mom killed her dear old