New Plans Hayden raised the phone to his ear. He’d had Lolita’s number before, but he had never thought of calling her. There were so many loose ends, so many questions he wanted answers to. When Samantha had reached out to her in his house, why had she gotten through? He could swear that Sammy had spoken to Lolita on the phone before embarking on her ominous journey. The line was ringing. He was as stiff as the hands that clutched the phone, but Hayden remained composed. He wanted to hear her voice, and he would. Just when he was about to give up, the line clicked, indicating that someone had answered the call. “Hello?” came the voice. It was high pitched, breathy and female, like the person on the other end had been dancing before he interrupted. Hayden tensed, willing for her to speak again. It sounded like Lolita, but with a weird undertone. “Hello?” came the voice again, now impatient. “I don’t have all day, what do you want?” Hayden sucked in a sharp breath. It was Tes
Love Gone Sour Rocky was a simple man, who liked to follow simple rules. He based his life on the set of rules his superiors set for him, not because he liked having superiors, but because he wanted to protect his peace. Who better to protect his existence if not the very men he worked for? He liked being in a gang. All he had to do was kill or maim someone and be done with it. Killing people wasn’t entirely satisfying, but it was for the greater good. In that case, Rocky won’t particularly call himself a killer. He was a savior, saving mankind from stink that threatened to overpower them. If only his boss would learn to use him more. Rocky hadn’t even realized Hayden’s full identity until he appeared out of the blue and gave him a mission to find Jarrod Dane. Finding Jarrod Dane was easy, but discovering that his boss had a whole new identity other than the one they knew was incredible. It was pleasing, in fact. Rocky wanted to punish him for it, and so he made the progress of the
Garden of Life Hayden had never driven so hard in his entire life. He was well over his speed limits, and yet it wasn’t enough. He wished Rocky would just stop tormenting him and give him all the necessary information he needed. Who was dead and who wasn’t? How fucking hard was it to answer the damn question? He’d slapped his steering wheel over and over, but it wasn’t enough. Rocky needed to give him answers, and Rocky needed to give it to him now! “Answer the phone, damn it!” he screamed when his call went unanswered. “I know I abandoned the gang but I’ve got my life and shit to deal with! If you could just stop torturing me for that one tiny mistake—damnit!” He stopped by the side of the road and turned on his map. Rocky was smart enough to use the situation to his advantage, but he wasn’t smarter than him. Like all of his tricks, Hayden had put on a tracking device on one of the men assigned to Rocky. Two of them actually, but he only needed to find one to get to the rest. He f
Freedom and Misery Jarrod watched Tessa wearily when she pulled the gun. She held the tip of the gun to her temple, thumping gently. He looked behind her, far into the large tent he had set up for the wedding—except it was he and Lolita’s wedding, not hers. He began to regret not killing Tessa on time. She was a ticking bomb, one that was sure to set off any moment. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, Tess, just let it be.” he said as gently as he could. Tessa only smiled. She walked to him slowly, one step in front of the other, like she was practicing a theatrical move. When she reached him, she raised her leg up into the air and stomped it down on Lolita’s knee. Jarrod heard the sickening crunch as Lolita’s knee cap broke. She gasped and then cried in pain; a thunderous scream that threatened to uproot everything he put in place. Her pain had pierced through the haze of death that loomed over her. He clenched his fists in anger. Emotions swirled inside him; too many to keep count
One’s Beloved Hayden's apprehension rose when he heard the first shot ring out. He packed his car at the side of the road and launched into a run. The man he'd been tracking was nearby, which means that it was only a matter of minutes before he would be able to get to them. When the second shot rang out, he bent and covered his ears for a moment, still running. He was breathing harshly when he came upon the field. The first thing he saw was the large tent in the middle of the garden. It was a beautiful garden, alive with blooming flowers of all kinds. It was definitely the kind of place to have a peaceful wedding if the bride wasn’t kidnapped and forced against her own will. The flap covering the tent opened and a number of people jumped out. The figures looked like Lolita's family—her parents and brother with a little girl—accompanied by a priest in a purple robe. They were shouting, pointing below them. Then he saw what they were seeing: Rocky with an army of six men, running to
The Broken Oak Hayden was dazed. He vaguely heard Rocky talking about the casualties they had in battle. Hayden wanted to scream at him, to ask him to shut the hell up, but he couldn’t find the voice. Besides, Rocky was speaking to someone else about the incident. Hayden didn’t know who that was and he didn’t want to know. He was in the hospital, sitting on a long steel bench. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but he wasn’t leaving any time soon. There had been no updates about Lolita’s injuries, and she had been in the emergency ward for 48 hours now. “Why are you still here? We don’t want you here!” A voice penetrated into his dreams. Hayden slowly raised his head. He was looking into the face of Lolita’s mother, Mrs. Adams. Her face was tear-streaked with sorrows and she was supported by her husband and son, both of whom glared at him like he was filth. Hayden didn’t care. Nothing else mattered other than Lolita. He was replaying the scene over and over in his head, when
Sammy’s Last Wishes Hayden found himself in Tessa’s funeral first. Rocky had driven him to Chicago, promising that it was easier to deal with Tessa first and then Samantha later. The funeral was just rounding up when they arrived. It was 5pm and the guests had begun to leave. Hayden stayed in the car, peering out of the window. There were at least 30 people present, all murmuring about how she was a good kid who just needed help. “Do you want to go closer?” Rocky asked from the driver’s seat. “No.” Hayden replied. “They’re so loud, I can hear them from here.” It wasn’t hard to identify Tessa’s parents. The mother wore a huge fancy fascinator and was weeping theatrically at the side. The father was receiving handshakes and sealed envelopes. They had five other little kids with them who just won’t stay put. Tessa’s grave was situated in the state’s mass graveyard, right beside hundreds of other graves. There were fresh flowers on hers, but none of them looked thoughtful enough. It f
Death Calls When No one Answers The ride back to New York was the most silent, depressing thing Hayden’s ever been in, and he had been in a lot of depressing scenarios. It had just never affected him before, not like this. He could hear Rocky’s thoughts through his actions: the way he peered at Hayden when he thought he wasn’t looking, the way he quietly and silently stops at intervals and leave the car for Hayden to have a moment to himself, and the way he buys snacks and food on the way and place it on the center console without asking if Hayden needed food. These were all the tell signs that he had fallen from the lord he used to be to a whimpering person, lost in the passions of his own emotions. Hayden wasn’t entirely sure he liked the change, but he didn’t object to it either. It was a welcome adjustment to how he felt most of the time. Now he could really dwell in sadness and self-pity. When they got to the hospital, Hayden went straight to his position on the bench in the w