Kiss and Vengeance

Never in my life have I thought I would be scared only by someone's voice. His aura was dominating which made me gulp. What's more, he called me a little girl when he, himself, looked the same age as mine."I am twenty-three," I yelled. "And, I could understand you also must be of the same age." I scoffed. When he tried to free his hand from my grip, I held it with both my hands, and shouted “Are you insane?” He narrowed his eyebrows, and at the same time, he clenched his jaw. “What did you say?” With all my strength, I pulled him back while he looked at me with a serious as well as confused face. “You…” I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I shouted “I know life is tough but it is not an option. I don’t know what your problem is, but if everyone, who has problems decide to die, then no one will remain on this earth.” “Listen…” he pointed his finger at me. “Life is precious. Think about your family before you commit suicide.” I tried to put some sense into his head. “Suicide?

I could not believe what I was seeing. The man, who left the hospital, without even informing anyone came back after two weeks. At my house, in front of me. “You…” “Ms. Serena! I’m sorry for leaving without informing you.” He apologized. “I had some work to take care of.” Even though I was raging, I simply nodded my head. I could not get into fights with elders. “How do you know my place? And, how do you know about me?” “I have gathered your details from the hospital staff. I have connections.” He winked. When I didn’t reply to him, he said “I think you are so angry at me. Can’t you forgive, thinking of me as your father?” Father? I knew it was just a word that slipped out of his mouth and it meant nothing to him but it made me smile a little. I shrugged my shoulders, saying “Fine! That’s okay. You must be having your reasons but it would have been nice if you have at least left a message.” “I apologize again.” He said and became silent for a few seconds. “Well… I am

SERENA Wow! Interesting wall. No, no, interesting vase. The color, the shape… Don’t speak. “Fuck!” I let out a sigh as I couldn’t get deviated from his thoughts despite how much I tried. That moment was still playing in front of my eyes, the way he held me and looked into my eyes. “What are you thinking about?” Mira asked, standing beside me. “About the arrival of your childhood love?” “Mira!” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Not him…” I pressed my lips together. “There was this guy… a mysterious one…” I saw her getting excited. “And…?” “And nothing.” I laughed. “He was different. Whenever we met, we always quarreled. That arrogant jerk…” “Are you changing the hero of your story? Or what?” she started to tease me. “No!” I made a proud face. “Because the hero of my story is myself.” I sold the last bouquet before I started to walk out. When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Otis in front of me. In his casual hoodie, spectacles, and a different hairstyle, I nearly couldn’t re

“Don’t you think this rose lipstick is weird on me?” I asked, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My long black frock, straightened hair, and high heels made me look different than usual. Despite how much Mira tried to make me beautiful, I was never satisfied. She did an amazing job with the makeup but something was lacking; confidence. I didn’t know why, I always felt I was abandoned because my face didn’t please my parents. It started from there. Every time people adopted my friends at the orphanage, my classmates got praised for how perfect they looked, all those little things somewhat increased my insecurity about my looks. “You look amazing,” Mira shouted, fed up with my doubts and questions. “Don’t think much.” She wrapped her arms around me, saying “Remember, you are going on a date. You better don’t ruin this makeup.” I was not sure why he asked me to go on a date with him, I didn’t even know what he meant by a proper date. Anyhow, I accepted as I wanted to spend time w

Although we all received our payment, we were saddened as the event didn’t happen and our effort had gone to waste. No one could expect how death arrives. Who would expect a rich businessman would suddenly die of a heart attack in the middle of a birthday celebration? Apart from that, I couldn’t stop thinking about Hayden. His angry face, his punch, and the way he made the man kneel wouldn’t stop revolving in my head. It made me feel my life was valued and it was not worthless. His behavior overwhelmed me and I would never forget it. Also, I wondered if the client who was dead, was the one whom Hayden met in the hotel and the thought of Hayden might be saddened because of his death worried me so I texted him if he was fine. I kept looking at my cell phone, waiting for Hayden’s reply. Hayden – I’m alright. Why would I cry over his death? He replied to my text. It clarified me he was there to meet someone else. Knowing that Hayden was alright, I felt relaxed. We might not have had a