Vincent Anne left again. But to her new apartment in school. I knew she met with my mother because she told me before going. I knew the meeting with my mum was going to be bumpy and had tried talking her out of going but she insisted she needed to accord that respect to her. I had asked to follow her, but she declined. She said she could handle it. I knew my mother and what she was capable of doing when she’s against something. She might not succeed in her antics but she can get nasty in her dealings. This was why immediately after my shift ended that afternoon, I had rushed over to her boutique to make sure Anne wasn’t bullied. I arrived late. Just as I was about to leave my car and enter the boutique, I saw her running off, towards the bus stop, with her hands covering her face. The thought of what my mum must have done to her had left my head that instant because Anne had not been watching where she was running to. God! I was scared out of my skin. I didn’t even know how I go

Anne My arms dropped limply to the side when I saw Pam standing there, staring at me. I was shocked, sad, and happy all at once. My lips began quivering without warning as tears ran down my face. Flashes of our times together moved past my mind’s eyes as I walked slowly to meet her. I increased my gait when I saw her moving towards. She did too and soon we were running towards each other. We crashed into each other and fell like a heap to the floor, landing on our butts. We burst out laughing whilst trying to sit up, then clung to each other when we did. We were basically laughing and crying at the same time. “I hate you,” I wailed, caressing her hair. “I’ve missed you!” she cried, wiping the tears running down my face. “I’m sorry!” we said together, then laughed at our humor of it all. “Really, I’m sorry Anne. I didn’t mean to leave you when you were sick and needed me…” she sobbed. “It’s alright. I perfectly understand. I would have done the same thing, sweetie. It’s alright,

Andrew “I want her out of my house, Drew,” my brother said from where he was leaning on the wall, right beside the door. He had both hands inside his pocket and a stoic expression that screamed ‘I’ve had enough’. “What are you yapping about?” I said, scrunching up my face in feigned confusion. “Don’t give me that bull…you know what I’m talking about. I want her gone,” he deadpanned, leaned off the wall, then walked past me towards the stairs, with his hands still in his pants’ pocket. That was my intention. To tick him off. I wanted to make him miserable. I had no business with Fiona. I ended things with her a long time ago. Although, the day she visited, she had tried luring me to sleep with her, but I declined. I might not be dating Pamela, but she is my lifeline at the moment. I don’t want her fleeing because of Fiona. But… I saw the need for Fiona when I noticed my brother’s reaction to her presence. I capitalized on that to make Vincent squirm. After I’d taken Fiona to my roo

Vincent “I’m so smart, right?” she said with a snigger, slowly standing up from where she crouched. “What did you put in my drink?” I slurred, trying to keep in touch with consciousness. “Uh…” she began, holding her jaws thoughtfully, “A mixture of Rophenol and Ketamine, or thereabout. My supplier said it’s quick and it’ll hit you hard. How do you feel?” She asked with feigned concern. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t even. I was finding it hard to hold on to the light. I felt like I was falling down an endless dark tunnel. My lids were getting heavy and my limps getting weak. My arms vibrated violently, threatening to give in to the increasing weakness. “What did I ever do to you?” She inquired. I couldn’t make out her expression, but with the way she spoke, she sounded pained. “We were doing pretty well when I returned. You did everything I asked you to. We talked a lot. We did almost everything together. You treated me like I mattered. I knew it would be difficult rekindling what

Anne I was going to head up the stairs when I saw someone holding onto the stair's railing for dear life, while the rest of his limb quivered in their bent position. Vincent’s hand on the railing had almost slipped. With the way he was bent over, he would have fallen face flat and would have tumbled down the stairs if I hadn’t gotten to him in time. He fell forward and into my open arms. I had directed my back to the railing of the stairs because I know I couldn’t hold all his weight, without sending both of us down the stairs. He fell on me and went limp with weakness. “It’s not what it looked like, Anne. Believe me, I did nothing. She…she drugged me,” he slurred tiredly. I felt raw pain surge throughout my entirety. Here he was, barely grasping consciousness, but he still felt it needful to explain to me. My eyes stung with angry tears. I wanted to run back down and fulfill my threats. It really hurt. “Hey… hey… sweetie,” I whispered softly. “I believe you. But that’s not impo