Arriving home, and parking the car in the garage, Ryan wanted to walk Lunasha to her room alone. "Wait for me, Lunasha." His voice was thick with fury and Lunasha panicked, wondering why he was this mad. It was obvious.Mom and Elise walked off.With both her school bags, she got out of the car and watched how Dad violently banged the door and locked it. Standing akimbo, he blew out heavily, looked down at her with those blazing eyes, and said, "Comm'n honey, let's go."He gently got her bags and held her hand. "Is the bandage heavy on you?"She nodded slightly. ***Arriving at the stairs, he lifted her in his arms and walked up the stairs to her room. Once she got there a feverish sensation rippled in her, causing her heart to clasp brutally against her chest. He got in and made her sit on her bed. "Don't panic, sweetheart, everything will be fine, okay?" Sitting, cuddling while stroking her back he said. He pressed a kiss on the bandage. " I love you, Lunasha. I didn't realize how
His gaze still fixed on her, he blew out, looked around the room then looked down at her again. "Come here, Lunasha." He tapped the bed. "Come sit here beside me." He said stretching forth his right hand to take hers.Hesitantly, she placed her trembling hand in his, then he pulled her gently. "Comm'n, love." He said to her, "Sit beside daddy."Sitting, facing down, she was trembling and never looked up at him."Look at me, darling." Gently lifting her chin with his hand he said softly. When she looked at him he was struck by how pale and black-eyed she was. She looked like death warmed up. "Darling…" He gasped. "Oh my God! What's wrong? What's going on with you? You've been crying."Her response was to sob. She was way too overwhelmed, she couldn't stifle the cry."Oh, no no no, darling baby," He pulled her closer and cuddled her. "Don't cry… don't cry, it's okay." He paused for a while, stroking her back. He exhaled and said, "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, okay? I didn't mea
After the customers were gone and Paige's workers had dismissed for the night, she locked the bar entrance door, slid the glass closed, and walked down to the passage leading to the washroom where she stood in front of a large mirror on the wall to gaze at herself as usual. She was a young, gorgeous, tall, and slim lady in her late twenties. Obsessed with her dazzling green eyes coated with massive lashes, thick arched brows coupled with a pointed nose, and thin red lips, she smiled in satisfaction at how stunning she looked. She unclipped her hair and it cascaded alluringly to her waist. She heaved a sigh of distress as she viewed the thin lines that rested between her brows. Today was damned hectic and had been a very long day for her. Still gazing at her reflection in the mirror, the thought of taking a shower crossed her mind but as the weather was cold, she immediately crossed the thought out of her mind. In her light short sleeveless gown, cold struck her hard as the breeze b
It has been a few months since Paige's death. Still, Clayton Milton has not been himself because, in every of his quiet time, the memory of Paige's corpse always flickered in his mind. Each time this happens, his heartbeat accelerates to a violent bang against his chest. The champagne sparkled and frothed as he was filling the wine glass in his left hand. Then he listened to the relaxing fizz and pops produced by the eruption of bubbles. He was sitting on a fluffy sofa in his wide, well-furnished, and luxurious living room waiting for his sister, Lucinda, to arrive so that he could take her to Paige's club and show her around. Since Paige died, her club has been shut down for six months. Within this period, Clayton had discussed with Lucinda, telling her to manage the club which she agreed on. Well, there was something she didn't know. He picked up the wine glass from the small stool beside the sofa and sipped the drink. "Hey, Clay!" Lucinda's gentle voice vibrated his eardrums. L
"Look in the mirror", Lucinda said behind him. Why? He had not recovered from the shock of seeing her legs floating in the air and the way her voice was echoing in his ears propelled more bafflement in him. Then he tightened his lips and raised his head slowly. Casting a puzzled look at the mirror, he saw a figure behind him and blinked in doubt about what he'd just seen. Was it not Lucinda who was standing behind him a few seconds ago? The figure was black, faint, and transparent such that he saw through it. Facing downwards, its thick, black, and lengthy hair covered its face. He watched in terror as the figure began to raise its head slowly. To be sure he wasn't dreaming, he turned to confirm what he was seeing but found nothing. Suddenly a ghastly face erupted in the mirror; its eye sockets were empty and blood was gushing out profusely while gnashing its teeth. At this point, Clayton didn't know whether he should scream or not because the pressure on him was extreme. Cold swe
The night was cold and the rustlings of leaves grew louder as the near gale blasted, and trees were swaying continuously. While Clayton was standing by the mirror at Paige's Club, In a rush, the washroom door opened with a rattling creak, and whispers boomed into his ears at once. Wondering what was going on, curiosity gleamed in his eyes as he turned toward the washroom whose door was slightly open. His heart thumped brutally against his chest at every step he took toward the washroom such that he was choking. Gazing bewilderedly at the door, he noticed something like a gigantic shadow rising to its feet. What! Clayton exclaimed in his head, pausing his movement. His head was spinning and he was overwhelmed mostly by the whispers which sounded louder, filling the air and echoing in his ears all along. Was there anyone in here for real? Or was his imagination playing pranks on him?! Despite the coldness of the place, he felt the heat of the profuse sweat sliding down his back in
The club was illuminated by a red light and customers flooded the place dancing to the hip-hop song that was booming in the air. Some people were dancing alone while some were dancing in pairs. On stage, other gays and lesbians were moving their bodies seductively in bras and panties. Meanwhile, Lucinda was sitting in a corner, having a bottle of froth on her table. She was thrilled by the way the club was filled with customers dancing and popping up champagne joyfully. With a smile, she gulped the drink while moving her body to the rhythm of the music. Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, and kissing her passionately, Reece noticed she was trying to pull away. "What's wrong, baby?" With his lips pressing against hers, he asked. "I'm pressed," Kelsey said. "Really," Reece replied. "Yeah," Kelsey replied, looking around. "Comm'n baby," Reece tightened his arms around her. "You can manage that, can't you?" He continued kissing until she jerked away from him. "I'm pressed, R
Staring back to be sure of what he had seen while driving, he saw nothing but was still looking. "Watch out!" He heard Kelsey say and he turned immediately. The car's pace was too high and he could barely brake when he saw someone in front of the car. It happened too fast and he'd already knocked down the person when the car halted suddenly. He exhaled and got out of the car only to find out that he'd just hit Kelsey who had been in the car with him. What! He looked at the car and noticed that she wasn't in there. Wait. Now, this was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. He raised an eyebrow and squatted. But…how the fuck did she get out of the car, that he even knocked her down? "Kelsey?" Was she dead? She was bleeding in several parts of her body. "Kelsey? Kelsey!" He shook her hard but she didn't respond. "Oh no!" Damn! He was so confused, he couldn't think. What the f*ck! He wanted to lift her into his arms when a car drove past and with its headlights flashing a