A chubby pale ponytail-haired girl drifted close to Sia during late lesson hours. “I am the new bee in the class.""The name is sammy,” she intoned all smiles and added, “I make friends with beautiful chic girls,” she shot a contagious smile at Sia and expected her to return the compliment.Sia wasn’t a snub but didn’t wish to start with sammy.“I am Sia,” she said coldly and idly and thrashed her bag pack to her corner.Just then Brian pranced into the class and thumped on the head of a male student that came on his path.“Give way, bitch!” he barked arrogantly.The student tucked to the edge of the wall and nursed himself, since no one could raise a fist at the most ruthless bad boy at Briton College, everyone gave way for him.“I think he loves you,” said sammy, rolling her eyes at Brian who was having a lollipop in his mouth now.“To hell with his love. I wish I could kill him and use his corpse fo
Sia’s eyes were bleary.She was yet to believe her sight. How could that be?Brian? Her destined enemy? How possible was that?Was he there to mock her before she would breathe her last? Some things are just impossible to believe and Brian was the last savior on her mind.Their eyes locked but for a limited time. The iron seat that pinned her to a spot wasn’t giving her lungs enough room to breathe, even this last breath before death. For all she knew, this bad boy smiling evilly at her was going to watch her die like an insect. Hadn’t she upbraided him and even dared to stab him to death the other day?She was beginning to lose breath. Her dead, reddened eyes thickened with darkness as her face pulled down, with a whistling breath.“Can I …” she stuttered and breathed uneasily, gathered momentum and vigor to speak yet further, “Can I get some help,” she managed to speak at a breath yet finding it difficult to initiate a steady gaze at him.He was still all smiles, before he chuck
Sia had a broken jaw, bruised knees, face and scalp. Her parents admitted her at the emergency ward, even when they were yet to believe the magic wand she waved that delivered her from that gutted bus. Onlookers were yet to believe a single soul survived that auto-crash. It was bizarre. The media propagated the face of Sia on all the channels, just to inform the populace that a soul narrowly escaped the auto-crash. But how she did it was yet to be known. “I did,” Brian intoned within himself while he watched the news on the TV. Having lost interest in the news, he turned off the TV, squeezed a cigar between his lips and lit. “Get well soon, slave, and give me that body,” he spoke yet further while he lust after the naked pale ass of Sia on his phone. At the hospital Sia was hushed and responding to treatment quickly. The hospital management had restricted the influx of media staff and well wishers from paying her condolence. When she opened her eyes from slumber, she
The 20th birthday party was themed “unicorn.” Mr. Fanny invested much of his time and talent into it; food, games, guest reservation and red carpet were perfectly featured. He had set out a budget for a few families and friends that could fit into their swimming pool arena with enough room to walk around. Sia seemed to be missing in the crowd as families and friends were up her sleeves to exchange pleasantries and gifts.Brian was late and he panted his way into the party; neighborhood security meeting he had with residents ate deep into his schedule, that he thought he wasn’t going to make it- that would’ve been so feckless for a first impression, he had imagined. The moment he entered the ground he adjusted his hat, looked himself from head to toes as though he hadn’t noticed them before now. His black jacket over polka-dotted sleeves and jeans spoke the language of a celebrity. His stare combed around for Sia, as he tried not to be fussed over his lateness. He glanced at his watc
“What the hell are you doing?” asked Brian as he squatted to Sia, swirled to Brian and sent him a dazing punch on the face that left him staggering.Quickly like a bat from hell, Brian picked up his clothes and ran away.“Oh laughing doll.” he exclaimed as he put his ears to her chest, only to perceive the exudate of wine in her breath. Brian had gotten her drunk or what; he thought.He hastened into the bathroom, turned on the shower and returned to lift her. She had no pounds until now he tried lifting her into the bath. She had difficulty breathing, with a running temperature. “What did he do to you?” he asked her, tapping her on the chin. She coughed furiously upon being showered and repeatedly sneezed.“Sia, Sia,” Brian called, scared about the shower putting life into her or exacerbating the whole thing. A slight tap on the cheeks, her eyes rolled with the interest of closing back soon. “I am the one,
Brian visited the golf and met Sia there. Before walking up to her, he made sure Brian and his Chevrolet weren’t anywhere around. He took from the popcorn she was eating and she gave a deep smile, picked some pop and fed him; Brian made heaven. “I am not happy with you,” she quarreled and dragged a frown. “You didn’t honor my party and I sent you a message to buzz me when you come around, and you never did.” “You sent me a message?” asked Brian, amazed. “Yes I did or didn’t your dad tell you?” “Trust me he didn’t,” said Brian and he saw his father at once, alighting from his car. Sia caught sight of him too, “Oh talk of the devil. You can go right away and ask him.” Brian breathed hard, coughed, and sniffed. He didn’t want his father to see him with Sia or any girl or know of his feelings for her even he didn’t want anyone to know “Em can
“I don’t know why you chose to be washed by a naked boy,” queried Mrs. Fanny, dragging Sia by the arm into the sitting room to see the CCTV footage.She stared with fire in her eyes as Brian washed her in the shower. Furiously her arms came on her eyes as she broke down in tears, her face between her knees. But Mrs. Fanny bestowed pity upon her and nursed her with a resounding remark. “You got to be careful with that kid-ass. He played a smart one on you. Can’t you see?” she stole a glance at Sia and removed her arms from her eyes, “Come on look at the way he washed you in your drunken state like a car wash. I believe he abused you sexually in the other footage in your room which I can’t find. He’s a smart ass. I don't think he noticed this camera else he would have made away with it.” She winced and walked out on her, crying into her closet. “Hey haven’s baby,” called Mrs. Fanny, “We better fathom what we’ll do with th
The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Brian each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared. “How much is my money?” he asked vividly. Brian wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold two nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that, and with a nagging Mexican as this he could be on his way to the grave if he failed to pay up this time. Suddenly he started fidgeting - the Mexican had pulled a gun at him. “You don’t take what belongs to babes and give to bitches,’ he said in Mexican, walking closer and pointing the gun on Brian’s brow now. “I will kill you here and your family won’t smell your corpse anywhere around the world because your corpse will remain with me. Brian tried to be firm as he found his hand into his bag. “What a