Liam’s pov
We step out of the van as it pulls up at the club i had put on a black hair that had a bang and i was clearly disguised. We walk into the club and sit around a table close to the strippers stand.
“Its so cool here isn’t it” Ryan asks as i look around at the bodies on the dance floor and the loud music blaring out
“Yeah it is… Ryan” A waitress comes to fill our table with drinks and was smirking at Ryan. I pour some into a glass and chug it down. I fill the glass again and drink it up again.
“Two shots is enough for one night liam” I chuckle and pour another shot and drained it.
“I’m not a kid Ryan” He chuckled and gulped his.
“So wtsup with rose?” I lean back in my seat as another music begin to blare out
“I think they made a mistake in naming her rose….. thorns should be her name” Ryan says and scoff. I nearly choke on my drink because of laughter
“Damn Ryan… how could you say that!” I put down the drink.
“Cos its the fuckin truth liam… is she your sex toy or something?” I itch my hair
“Yeah…. but she wants more…. and I’m not ready to give” He chuckles.
“So what you gonna do with her?” I reach into my pocket and bring out a pack of cigarettes. I lit one and took a long drag.
“What’s supposed to be done Ryan…. fuck and pass” It was his time to crack now. I look around the full club as I smoke. Different dancing bodies, different people and different lives. The shit is real. I watch as a girl in panties and bra make her way to me. I roll my eyes and give her a look that I’m not interested… guess she got the message cos she danced to Ryan and straddle him. I ran my free hand down my face as they began to make out.
I drifted away mentally and I’m thinking of the nerdy girl back in my hideout. She seemed to fancy me, I could see it in her eyes, but she seemed to be fighting it off also. I puff out my breath… I hope she does. Love is a shitty stuff I’m not ready to get stuck in.
Emilia’s pov
“Bye girls” I hug sandy and Becky as we walk to the door. They step out and walk out of the compound, got into the car and drove out. I close the door and lock it. I twist the key and take it out of the keyhole.
I don’t want today’s incidence to repeat itself. I walk past the trapdoor and to my room. I stopped at the door as a idea popped in my head. I walk back to the trapdoor and opened it stealthily. I’m a hundred percent sure he’s not in. I walk down the steps into the darkroom. I grope my hand on the wall for the switch and turned it on. He isn’t here. I walk carefully to the table against a part of the wall.
There was a black bag underneath it. I squatted and drew the bag out. I look around in fear again. What if he sees you!. I’d just be quick. I open the zip and stare into the bag. A laptop. Hmmm!. I thought he didn’t come with any thing the night he came?. Then why does he have a bag now. I brought out the laptop and open it. The screen came alive. i could hear my heart beating in fear. It boothed on and I almost choked on my breath when I saw a sex image on the screen. he used it as the wallpaper. I slam the laptop shut immediately. Holy Jesus!. I looked into the bag again and brought out a large notebook and it looked like a diary. I flipped to the first page. It was lyrics of song. I arch my brows. He sings?. I flipped it open again and it was the same thing. I flipped through the rest pages and it still remain the same… lyrics.
Something caught my eye on the last page. It was a short note.
“I hate my life, life is fuckin full of shits I’m stuck in. I wish I could disappear into the sky and become one with the stars, I wish I could go faraway, never to be seen again. Life dosen’t really give us what we want does it?”
I read it twice before closing the book. He hates his life!… why? As long as there’s life there’s hope!!. I searched the bag again and it came in contact with a metal. I drew it out and dropped it back immediately. A gun!. I’ve never held a gun once before!. I carefully looked through the remaining items in the bag and I spot a jewelry box. I brought it out and opened it.
“Christ Jesus!” I mutter lowly as I stare at the pure gold necklace in the small box. it glittered and sparkled and I’m sure this was so costly “Jane” was written on it. I run a finger on the words. it felt as though I was touching real gold. Wow!. I heard faint footsteps and I scrambled to my feet. I hastily shoved all the items back into the bag and placed it bag under the table. I ran quietly up the steps and into the living room and I hear the door under the room open. I press my ear against the floor boards and I hear him sigh. He seems tired. I move away from the trapdoor and walk back to my room. I shut the door and leaned against it. That was close!. I huff and move away from the door and sit on my bed. I remember what he had written in that book. He hates his life… I’m pretty confused. How could someone hate their life. Could be the person is probably going through a hard time. Or could he be going through a hard time?. i shook my head. No… he dosen’t seem like someone who is depressed. I walk into the bathroom and had a quick shower. I put on my PJ and get on the bed. I lie on my back and stare at the white ceilings.
Why do I feel like there’s more to him than what I’m seeing. Even when I quarrel with him, I don’t know why I have this annoying feeling whenever I’m around him. I seem to forget where I am….. just staring at his blue eyes. I remove my eyeglasses and itch my eyes. What does he mean by what he said. There’s got to be a reason for him to write those sad words. And the name on the gold necklace… Jane. Who is she?. His girlfriend?. Now I suddenly don’t see him as a criminal anymore, but like someone who needs help. Or does he?. I slip under the duvet and close my eyes. I hope he’s okay….
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A bucket of water was poured on me and I thrashed about in panic. I open my eyes to see sandy and Becky staring up at me. A cup of water in Sandy’s hand. I rub my eyes and brush away the wet strands of hair from my face.
“Emmy!…. you don’t want mrs Chloe to fire our asses right?” Huh?…. I look at the bedside table clock and gasped.
“Holy Jesus!” I scrambled up from the bed and ran into the bathroom. I didn’t last up to a minute before running out again. I put on my dress and brushed back my hair. I strap my bag over my shoulders and rush out of the house. Becky and sandy were sitting in the car already. I rush into the passenger sit and she drove off immediately.
“What the fuck is wrong with you these days emmy!… Always sleepy at work and waking up late… what’s the issue huh?. I rub my face and sigh. I don’t know either.
“Or is he giving you a hard time?…. i don’t care if he’s cute I would kick his ass” Sandy continues. Becky chuckled.
“No he…. isn’t sandy….”
“….. then what the fuck is wrong with you… you’ve changed these last few days”. I huff as sandy pulls up at the pizzeria. We got out.
“I’m fine sandy…. I’ve just been tired.” But I know it was a lie. He’s made me always stay up late… thinking. We got into the restaurant and had barely changed into our work clothes when mrs chloe arrived. Thank heavens she didn’t arrive before us. I took a tray and began to work.
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“Are you kidding me…. you’re gonna accompany me!” Nick squeal in surprise as I sip my cup of cappuccino. I feel like running away. Sandy had told him I would be accompanying him and she and Becky had left in her car… and I’m stuck with him in his own car. He ignites the engine and drive out. He had taken a break from work to drive me home. Mrs Chloe never shouts at him and is totally cool with him unlike the rest of the workers.
“I….. thought you had forgotten” He arch his brows and spares me a glance like I’m saying trash and continued driving.
“Why do you think I’d forget?… Emily?” I sigh and press my face against the window, cars zipping past me. The evening breeze against the window. I have to admit being here with him sucks.
“I…. just assumed such” He chuckles.
“I guess you assumed wrongly then…. no guy would forget they asked you out” I chuckle nervously. I spare a glance at him. He’s real cute though. He’s got brown spiky hair and hazel eyes.
“Umm… so you live alone?” He swerves in front of a car.
“Yeah… I do” i reply perfunctorily. This conversation is so boring!.
“That’s cool…. so you haven’t got any relatives?” I adjust my glasses and roll down the window. I toss the empty can to the sidewalks. I hope the sanitary officers didn’t see that.
“I’ve got relatives…. they live in the country side” What’s his business about that anyways. I roll up the window again and the rest of the drive was in awkward silence. He pulls up at my apartment and I unstrap my seatbelt.
“Thanks for the ride Nick” He smiles warmly.
“Its nothing Emily…. I’m glad to” He gets off the car and open my door before I could open it. I’m not handicapped… he should have let me do it. I step out and he slam the door shut.
“Uhm…. good night emily” I nod
“Goodnight Nick” I gave a small smile and walked inside the compound. I looked back and he’s still staring at me. I walk up my apartment door and open it. I get in and lean against the door. That was totally…. tiring!. I hear him drive off and I close my eyes slowly.
This sucks!…. I don’t see what’s fun in going out with a guy! I get off the door and walk into the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water. I uncap it and gulp some of it. I return it back and closed the door. Something caught my eye.
I stare at the black stuff beside the toaster. Huh?. I remove my glasses and rub my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming.
Its real!… A coffee maker!, but… how did it get here. I walk close to it and run my hand on it. I look at the price tag and widen my eyes. Woah!. It’s costly.
“At least I get to drink coffee now right?” I whip my head to the door to see him leaning against the doorframe. I had barely seen him yesterday and this morning I was in much hurry to bother about him. Say something Emilia!. He looks more cuter than before. he’s grown a stubble too.
“Uh… uhm…. you bought this?” I tilt my head to the coffee maker. He arch his brows but didn’t reply. Phew!, wrong move..
“Th…. thanks for…. this” I stutter. I can’t believe he bought me a coffee maker. That’s…. kind of him. He lock gaze with me and for a few seconds I’m staring at his deep blue orbs. I don’t even feel anger towards him anymore, its replaced with another feeling…. don’t know what it is.
“Why were you going through my stuffs small ass?”I blink my eyes. Huh?… Christ Jesus!. how did he know!.
“Umm….. I wasn’t…”
“…. lying would cost you more you know?” I close my mouth and I can’t breath properly. I don’t lie before!… I look down at my white sneakers and the tiled floor. I fiddle with my hand.
“I’m…. sorry about that” He scoffs.
“Its not about being sorry small ass….. it’s my privacy and you invading it is so fuckin stupid!” His voice was clipped. I raise my eyes to meet his.
“You invaded my privacy to you know….” I say and roll my eyes. He seems angry tonight, And I feel cranky too.
“The fuck I didn’t!.. this drab place ain’t a godamn house” I suck in my breath
“I told you…. no swearing in my house!” I shout in anger, my patience thinning out already. He’s not worth being nice to.
“This ain’t a house cheapskate…. get that into your empty skul” He smirked and gave a cocky smile. No… he won’t escape this time.
“You are no less than a vagabond you know….” I fold my arms and watch his expression turn sour.
“And you look skanky airhead” he jibed and smirk. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“You’re a nymphomaniac…. and a dickhead!” it sounded strange in my mouth… saying all those words. His eyes narrow to slits in anger.
“Let’s see how well you play the game small ass…. airhead?” I scoff.
“You said that before dumbass!” I say with a smirk. this is so cool. He chuckle and stuck his hands into his pants pockets. He stalked close to me and look down at me. if only I weren’t so small.
“Tiny pussy” He say and watch me intently. I fist my palm.
“Bonehead” He arch his brows.
“Floozy witch” He say and that hit me hard, I shrug it off and wrack my head for the words I had learnt.
“Dosser” I smirk. He chuckled.
“Fucked up dag….”
“Clod” He puffs out a low breath. I’m past caring now. This feels so good.
“Fleabag” He says after a pause.
“Drongo” The words roll out smoothly and I almost grin at his hard expression.
“You and I know you’re a fraidy cat who hadn’t got a pinch of courage in her” I roll my eyes
“You stink of filth criminal…. I guess you should ho back to the streets where you belong” He takes a step back and I hear him curse under his breath.
“Cat got your tongue huh?” I ask tauntingly. He lean against the counter.
“What’s gotten into your worm eaten brain” I adjust my eyeglasses as I try to act it didn’t hit me hard.
“Coming from a fucked up asshole who can’t keep his stiffy in check” I clicked my tongue. He arch his brows in surprise. I watch as a smile crept up his face.
“Touché” He grins cockily and walk out of the kitchen. I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage. I walk out of the kitchen and into my room. I could feel excitement building up in my chest.
“Yaaay!!” I scream and jumped on my bed, as I erupted in laughter.