CAMILLA~•~ "What the fuck?!" Freddie screamed. In one swift move, he pulled me closer to himself as if he was going to shield me from something. I couldn't lie, the sound of the gun shot in the air was so loud that it had sent shivers up my spine. We had just gotten out of the car. We had followed Antonio behind, all the way to this very creepy and lonely road. Freddie did not want to keep going, but I had to continuously beg him. Freddie released me from his grip and rushed back to the car. I turned to him with a frown on my face. "Where are you going?" My heart was starting to beat faster. This was no longer a psychological rescue mission, it was a physical one. Freddie opened the door of his driver's seat before he looked up at me. "I do not know if you haven't noticed, Camilla. But we might just be walking straight into a gunfight." He replied, before putting his head into his car. My frown deepened, I could feel the creases on my forehead. "So you're just gonna leave?"
IVAN~•~ Sarah fell to the ground beside her father. I watched as blood oozed out from the back of her hair and formed a small puddle around her. Ian smiled and kissed his teeth as he looked down at me. "Two down, one to go." His voice echoed in my ears as he stepped forward. He trampled upon the dead bodies to get to me. When he stood in front of me, he lowered himself to stare me straight in the eyes. I did not know what I felt at that moment, I did not even know if I felt anything at all.All I wanted to do at that moment was to reach out to my daughter and hold her. The revelation that she was not really mine, to know that nobody had ever been on my side, all of that made me want to die here. Life was no longer worth it. How was I supposed to walk around knowing that everyone I had trusted the most turned out to be traitors in the end? Would I ever come out of this trauma with a clear mind and heart? How was I supposed to ever trust anyone again? Out of everything, what hurt
AUTHOR~•~ Freddie pointed the gun at the back of the man's head. He turned to Camilla again, his eyes asked her if she was sure he was the one. Camilla frowned and nodded affirmatively. Her heart was already beginning to pound so loud, it was a miracle the man in the warehouse had not heard it. Immediately - and without hesitation - Freddie pulled the trigger and fired the gun. ~•~ 15 MINUTES EARLIER ~•~ Camilla and Freddie had followed the sound of the shooting, past the bushes, down to an old warehouse. They found two cars parked in front of it and Camilla recognized one of the cars as the one Antonio had driven. Freddie continued to watch his best friend lead the way to the side of the building. As they hid at the back of an old Honda truck, they peeked around the warehouse, just to make sure that there were no guards or anything of that sort around. "I really do not know why we have to do this, Camilla. How do we know he is in there?" Freddie spoke and Camilla did not hav
AUTHOR ~•~ Voices. He could hear them all around him, echoing from a distance. It surprised him how he could hear people speak despite the ringing in his ears. He did not know where he was, but the smell of bleach that stole its way into his nostrils told him he was in a hospital room. No other place in the world could reek of such a harsh disinfectant. "Is he going to be okay?" The female voice asked. Something in Ivan sparked up. He stretched his hand slowly, as though reaching out to grab the voice. "He suffered a major heart attack, which is very strange for someone as young as he is. But with his medical history and the situation he was in, there is nothing we can completely rule out now, is there?" The female doctor spoke. Camilla heaved a heavy sigh, adjusted her glasses on her face and slipped her hands into the pockets of her jean trousers."What about the baby? The two-year-old boy, would he be alright?" "Both of the kids are still…shaken. It's not everyday a child
CAMILLA ~•~ My hands brushed the floor and slid to the side of the radio. Sighing with satisfaction, I proceeded to find the volume button and pressed it till I could no longer hear myself breathe. I turned, face up, my legs dancing in the air as I sang along to the song on the radio. "Call me, irresponsible.." I turned sideways, my left hand clung to my chest dramatically as my eyes widened, I shut them and frowned. "Call me, unreliable.." I sat up, throwing my hands in the air and moving my head sideways with so much force my loosely fixed hair pin fell off. "Throw in, undependable tooooo...." I screamed, stretching the last word dramatically. I knelt on the bed. I continued to sing while running my hands all over her my body dramatically, moving my head from side to side while imagining I was a rockstar vixen in a hot music video. Suddenly, my song stopped. "There is, nothing that I won't do to..." There was a short pause. i frowned when I realised I had been singing alon
CAMILLA ~•~I looked at my laptop one more time. Smiling sadly as I picked it out of the bag. The bag was meant for things I no longer needed, but couldn't find a place in my heart to get rid of. With my palm, I took the dust off the surface of the MacBook and took a deep breath before I opened it.Staring at the keys once again, memories came flooding back into my head.I could recall the reason why I put the laptop away, in it had so much about my life. My college project, my research, information about all my previous patients, everything about my career, everything I could no longer bear to look at."You're going to be okay" I always assured them."Whatever it is, you're going to push through it, all you have to do is want to push through."They always nodded in agreement, most times determined to do just what I had said.He was different, he never said anything. Apart from the monosyllabic answers he gave all my questions and nodding in affirmation to all my fairly correct guess
IVAN ~•~ "Mr. Ivan, some men from the office are here to see you," Antonio called out to me. I spun my wheelchair around, tearing my gaze from the beautiful portrait of my daughter I held in my arms, to his lean elderly face. He stood upright, at the foot of my library door. Though over sixty, he appeared young and sharp in his uniform of black suit pants and a white long-sleeved shirt. His grey strands of hair were neatly combed to the back of his head and he held a face towel over his right arm. I nodded. "Have them come in. I'll attend to them in my study." "Yes sir." He turned around to leave. Halted, and turned back to me again. My left brow raised in query, he cleared his throat and spoke up. "What shall I offer them?" He asked. I looked over at him again. This time, not with a smile on my face. My workers had been coming more often than usual ever since the accident with my leg. I knew I could not show up to work with my feet in bandages and my ass in a wheelchair,
CAMILLA ~•~ When Fredrick found me at his doorstep, his six feet frame towered over my five feet one as he frowned. "What are you doing here?" He asked a brow raised as he feigned a scowl at me. I couldn't deny it. His expression was funny so much that I almost laughed, but I knew it would only make things worse between us. Our last meeting had not ended on a very good note. We had fought and argued about McDonald's and KFC, which had the better customer service. He was for KFC and I was for McDonald's. I mean, WHO THE HELL CHOOSES KFC OVER MCDONALD'S? In anger, I said and I quote. "You have always settled for the lesser things. I'm talking about all the girls you've dated, your music taste, and your movie taste too! Everything is sub-par!" Immediately, I rose and took my leave. So, here I was. With my luggage in my left hand and a wrapped lunch bag, proudly sponsored by KFC. I held the latter up to his face and smiled. Fredrick Turner's eyes lit up at a package. I smile