“Will Mr. Daniels be speaking?” The lady dares Iris by asking again, and my eyes land on her finally.It’s like she is in a spotlight, everyone is looking at her.She and I suddenly lock eyes and she winks.It’s Kate, my psycho ex girlfriend..............“Kate.” I say under my breath.“Young lady, who are you?” Iris asks her and she smirks.“Our young CEO there should know me, I’m unforgettable.” She says deviously.Iris looks to me, and I guess she notices the expression on my face. Shock mixed with intense fear.She then looks back to Kate. “Identity yourself by showing you

But I just have one problem now, and that is Kate.She is in town and she has found me. I know her to be someone that doesn’t give up easily, if at all. And I strongly believe that she is not done yet.Which is exactly why I’m driving to the gun shop right now to buy me the strongest gun that they have..............“Hello, how may I help you today?” A small structured girl asks me. She is clearly a grown lady, but her body frame is just small.I am currently in the gun shop, or should I say store?This place is huge and I didn’t expect this many people to be here. It’s so busy.“I would like to purchase a gun.” I say with a nervous smile.

That’s the name we used to call each other before it all went to hell. Before she didn’t want me having any female friends, or even male ones. Before she didn’t want me going out, because she said that people would look at me. That’s the name we called each other before she told me that if she couldn’t have me, no one could. .............. “Let’s go in.” She says, as she opens the door of the cabin. Though it has been redone, it looks exactly the same. The colors just pops out more, and things or furniture that were broken are now repaired. “Don’t it just feel great being back here again?” She asks me when we enter. The truth is, some part of me feel content with being back here, b

I couldn’t move, I did not want to.I wanted to be there with my friend. I wanted us to go home together and watch funny YouTube videos on my bed.I wanted it all to be a dream.But it was not, it was a living nightmare. .........“I saw it all happen.” She says, and I can hear the guilt in her voice.“You were there and you didn’t call for help or called the police?” I ask her, and I realize my voice sounds different.There is knot in my throat and my eyes are burning to release tears.“Quincy, I didn’t know, goodness.” My mother says.

I help him and in no time we remove the body and we carry it to the railing of the bridge.“On the count of one, two, three, go.” He says and as we swing the body, a foreign voice startles us.“Hey! What’s going on over there?” .........Crap, someone is here.We both turn towards the voice and we see a man trying to walk in a straight line, but failing miserably.I think he’s drunk, his speech seems laggy also.“I said what are you all doing over there?” He asks again as he closes the distance between us.It is dark, but the light from the light pole  not far from us brings forth a bit of