Charlie traced his way down the basement. He pulled out his secret key from his pants pocket and unlocked the door to the basement. With a smile, he stepped into the dark room and guided his hand to the light switch on the wall. He turned on the lights and marched toward the board.The basement was empty and it smelt of rust and dust. Charlie cleans his apartment consistently but he never went down to the basement with a broom. It had no windows and the tight air seemed not to bother him.He marched to the flat board and tucked his hands into his pockets. On the whiteboard were photos of Ken, crossed with the letter X in red.With an impish grin, Charlie grabbed a red marker from the table and began to draw imaginary lines on the board while mumbling incoherent words.He dropped the marker to the floor and turned around with a wide grin, a mischievous one."I'm coming for you Ken and I swear to God, you won't see me coming." He declared with bloodshot eyes, bearing vengeance.Charlie
Jane was stylishly led into the back seat of a vehicle so that the people on the streets don't get alarmed. Her Kidnapper had dragged her to a corner and then pressed a cloth on her nostrils which were soaked with a substance that would cause her to lose consciousness.An hour later!Jane slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the white ceiling. She wasting on a small bed, facing the ceiling. She let out a slight groan and felt her aching forehead with her left palm."Where am I?" She mumbled and roved her eyes around the barely lit room.She noticed a wooden table in the corner by her right. There were two armchairs and a bottle of water on the table.She tried to get up but felt a sharp pain across her forehead. She pressed her eyes against each other and her brain picked a burning sensation.She abruptly sat up and hugged her knees with her chest. Nothing was making sense to her. Her hazy eyes could see a man standing before her. she recollected that she was grabbe
Ken turned to Jane. He was ready to talk. As far as he was concerned, he was tired of the way they'd been ignoring each other when they should have sorted their differences a long time ago.Jane exhaled and took off her seatbelt. She turned to Ken and before his lips could part, she spoke."Look Ken if you want to ask me questions about my personal life then I'll advise you don't do so." She pointed a finger at him and looked him straight in the face. "Remember, you made a promise never to do so."Ken began to shake his head. "I'm ready to break that promise, Jane. It's been three fucking years and I can't say a few things about my girlfriend. I don't even know the people around her or where she comes from. I feel like a fool Jane." He screamed at her face, his voice was ringing with anger and frustration.Jane quickly turned away. She needed no one to inform her that she hasn't been fair to Ken."I don't know about your personal life either." She replied with her face averted from hi
3 years ago!Jane walked into the living room and immediately took off her hoodie. She just got back from campus. She walked up to her father who was seated on the largest couch and greeted him with a warm smile after giving a slight bow.He motioned for to her settle beside him on the couch. She dropped her schoolbag to the floor and rushed toward him. There was a stool beside him and on it were two photographs.Jane had just returned from one of her hangouts with Ken at the grizzle bar. It was a few minutes past 5 pm."What are you up to dad?" She demanded, trying to get a glimpse of the photographs that were resting on the stool beside her father.He grabbed the pictures and presented them to her. "You don't have to stress your poor neck. Look at them." He threw the photos on her lap and picked up the glass of red wine that was on the table.The moment Jane uncovered the pictures, her eyes widened in horror. She turned to her father with a shocked expression and he immediately dro
"He's coming!" One of the men in black gave the signal and instantly, the murmurs died.He took mighty steps into the room with fierce eyes. He then turned around and waved at his loyal subjects. They all gave a slight bow.Don Castello was clothed in a black men's overall that covered the sole of his feet. Lately, he had been working on regaining the spotlight. He wanted to command the gang like he always did.He settled on the only seat in the room, an armchair, and placed both his hands on his thighs. "Sit!" He commanded.There were about fifteen men in the room, dressed in black trousers and shirts. They settled on the red carpet and all eyes were fixed on Don Castello.It was exactly 10 pm, the time scheduled for his meeting with some members of the gang.Don Castello cleared his throat loudly and began rubbing his palms against each other vigorously. "The King said he was going to restore my honor in two years and now, I'm counting to the fourth year."He clenched his jaw with h
"The meeting is starting in five minutes ma'am.""Thank you, Tess," Jane replied with a warm smile and dropped the pen she had been fondling.It was Monday morning and Monday sessions at Raspberry hospital begin with a briefing at 10 am sharp. During the meetings, those in charge of each unit give a report and the managerial team assesses it. They then draft out a plan for the week ahead.Jane grabbed her notepad and stood up. She hasn't come in contact with Ken since the kidnap incident and hasn't been in the office for two days.After the pep talk with her father, she deemed it fit to resume work. She had vowed that her relationship with Ken was now secondary.Jane knew that the moment she stepped into the boardroom, she'll see him. He was the director after all and never misses the meeting.She stood up and marched to the boardroom while pressing her notepad to her chest. When she got to the door, Jane shut her eyes and opened them almost immediately."You can do this Jane."After
"Thank you so much ma'am for your cooperation." Ken appreciated her and turned around to leave the office.The director watched him with astonishing eyes. A while ago, he was keen on seeing Charlie's record and seemed like he will do anything to get it, and now, he was leaving.She stretched her hand and before she could mumble "Excuse me, Dr. Ken," he walked out with a bright smile.She sighed and propelled a file toward her.The hopeful Ken walked past the receptionist at her counter with a smile. He traced his way to the gate. Outside the rehab center, his car was parked. He drove himself to the center that afternoon.He mounted the driver's seat and pulled out his phone. It was time to bring Miranda on board."Fuck!" He cussed and clenched his jaw.It dawned on Ken that he deleted Miranda's contact a long time ago and hasn't been in touch with her in ages.He decided to check one of the Whatsapp groups that were created so the classmates could catch up on old times. He scrolled do
Ken didn't take his eyes off his wall clock. It was as if he was engaged in a staring contest. The moment the clock rang at 6 pm, he sprung out of the chair and moved to the door.He left the hospital an hour ago. He had freshened up and was yet to make any provisions for dinner. As long as he is yet to find out the answers he needed regarding Charlie. Dinner can wait.Ken walked out to the verandah and began to pace aimlessly.What if Miranda doesn't show up? His mind taunted him. He shook his head in disagreement. She promised to show up and might show up. All he had to do was remain patient and wait for her to arrive.His thoughts were interrupted by the revving of a black cab. Ken traced his way out of the verandah and was hoping the car will come to a halt in front of his apartment and it did.He sighed in relief when he saw Miranda stepping out of the vehicle. She sorted the driver and began taking steps toward Ken.He remained rooted to his spot. He began to ponder. Should he w