The English poet was right when he said hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.I should never have ceded authority to Kelly.Lesson learned.I paid dearly for not attending my meetings on Saturday. All she did was move them to today. I had just come out of the last one and I was bone-tired. She was quite lucky she had been in my employ for awhile otherwise with the rage that had been coursing through me since this morning, I would have fired her on the spot.Eric cut me off from my reverie when he announced we had gotten into the premises of my house. I told him he had the rest of the day to himself."But, boss, it's still early. Are you not going out again today?"What was he talking about?Coming back home at six in the evening wasn't early. On second thoughts, it was. I usually got back at ten in the night or even eleven, sometimes at midnight if I was bombarded with a lot of workload.I turned to see him coming down from the car. "I am, but you're not taking me." I began walking
"So you're telling me you still remember nothing?" Abigail looked at me inquiringly. I had started calling her by her full name ever since she first mentioned it to me.I sighed and sat up straighter on the chair. We were on the balcony of my room. It afforded me the opportunity of seeing the beautiful frontage of Alex's house. I often sat here just staring, not thinking, until Abigail would pull me out of that state, like now."I don't." I shook my head sadly. "But. . . I have these weird dreams where I'm a child. No - not a child, a machine, a cyborg-terminator child. I'm so strong, I feel the energy pouring through my veins, and-"I caught the look on her face and stopped speaking. She stared at me like I was an endangered specie. "Sounds like a re-enaction of the terminator. Come on, Mia, I know you love Arnold Schwarzenegger, but please lay off watching all these terminator-type films, just look at what they're doing to you."I shook my head. "You don't understand, I don't mean
Want to see a clumsy attempt at a poem?Well, here goes something.Green eyes like the colour of the sea at high tide. Turquoise is what they are actually called. Sultry lips ready for devouring, a come hither gaze a calling. Red fiery hair that shines in the sunlight, delectable curves on a petite figure. She's a whole mood with sprinklings of spunk, I would like to get all up in her trunk.How was that for a first timer?I smiled as I gazed at the so-called poetic words I had just written.Yeah, I knew it was lame.No matter, I'll take my weak penmanship as a reminder of how perfect Mia really is.She was definitely a whole package and more.From the corner of my eyes I saw movement. Kelly was wildly gesticulating about something that irked her. Her lips moved but my mind didn't register anyhing she said.My mind was fixed solely on the redheaded woman who was currently sequestered in my house and gradually ingratiating herself in my mind. She didn't just have spunk, she had balls a
It's confirmed. Abigail is a chatterbox.She's been talking non stop for the past four hours, I joke not. From the time she stepped into the room at eight in the morning and woke me up till way after the physical therapist left, she had been yapping non- fucking stop.It was presently brunch time, and she was still talking about some guy she met at the supermarket. And get this, most of it was on auto-repeat.I mean I loved her and all, but I just wanted her to shut the fuck up for once. For some weird reason, she seemed to be in a real chipper mood today. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't in the mood for aimless chit-chat. The only thing that kept running through my mind was how I would do the work Alex gave me.It seemed I had fallen into a trap, one which I put myself into. You know the saying- The way you lay your bed is how you lie on it. Well this bed I was lying on was very uncomfortable and I didn't know how to make it feel better.". . . so this guy walks up to me with those in
Someone once said life could be categorized into memories.Childhood, teenage hood and adulthood. Each one showing different sides, both good and bad. I think that person forgot about people like me.Those with faulty memories.I tell you it was such an annoyance not remembering who I was nor where I had come from. I drifted through life day to day, relying on the information of what people told me through the television, Abigail, and even Eric. There was nothing for me to hold onto, nothing to think back to, and definitely nothing to grasp.I was like an unwanted ghost, flowing through life.Sad, right?So when Abigail told me I needed to get a life, I literally, jumped at it. She offered to take me out to a nice restaurant, seeing as I had been cooped up all this while. Luckily for me, I had stopped using crutches and was able to walk unaided. Even though I couldn't yet walk at a fast pace, I was still grateful I could walk at all.We - actually- she planned a big day for us. We wou
I knew Alex was rich, but I didn't know to what extent.As I gaped at the magnificent ball room before me, it felt like I was in a dream.Had I perhaps hit my head and woken up in some medieval era?I looked up to see baroque-style murals on the ceiling. I recognized Orpheus and Eurydice and their symbol of love. I had taken a liking to Greek mythology, thanks to the extensive library of different genres I had stumbled on in Alex's house. All around the rest of the ceiling, Plato's world was recreated in bright vivid colours.Gold candelabra-type chandeliers hung from the ceilings, black and gold marble glittered from pillars and floors, string curtains twinkled from their hangings, and baroque-style paintings hung from walls. Even tall statues and mannequins vied for recognition as well. Statues I was sure cost an arm and a leg, and maybe a few couple of human beings as well.It was all too much for me to take in.Alex was taking this medieval masquerade ball theme seriously. When he
I watched as a hand forced the little girl's head inside water. Just as she was about to choke, she was brought up for air. She coughed and spluttered but no mercy was given to her. After five counts, her head was plunged inside and after a few seconds, pulled out once again. The process was repeated, a little longer every time, until the girl was able to stay under water for longer . . . until she was able to hold her breathe a little more, until she was -I woke with a start, sucking in large gulps of air. It felt like I was choking. My whole body shook from something I couldn't understand. Even though the room was cool, I was slick with sweat. It trickled down the sides of my face and down my body, plastering my dress to my body.I took several deep calming breaths until I felt my heart relaxing to a more steady beat, then I looked down and saw the bed was a tangled mess. The silk bedsheet was all jumbled up and thrown to the side as if I had been. . . thrashing?Even as I tried to
If I had a dime for every time I saw Kelly with Logan, I would have probably become a trillionare by now.They seemed to not want to do without each other, like butter on bread, bacon on burger, food on a plate. There were exaggerated smiles and laughter, and unnecessary show of heightened emotions, and then it was back to the same cycle all over again. This was getting boring and I was getting impatient.We had a job to do. There were people to cure and more money to be made.And I ..... was totally over it. This was a workplace, not high school.I walked into Kate's office to see Logan perched on the edge of Kate's desk. "Alright, teenagers, break it up." Kate pouted, like I had done her a great disservice. "Logan, we're going to the lab, that's where you're going to be working from.""But I thought he was going to be working in accounting?" Kate stood, looking alarmed."True, but at the lab, we already have enough people covering this section." That wasn't entirely true but I had e