Hero's, they're always the saviours, the characters that 4 yr old kids wanna be when they grow up, the role models, the bigger people. But what about villains, what about the people who were broken 1 too many times to have resulted in destruction as there last choice. A good story never happens without a main villain.
Chapter 1
"Azaiah" i heard my mothers voice call, turning over too her blue and red body watching her once jet black hair grey and her body sliding down the floor like a humming bird hitting a glass window. She looked at me with a broken smile that barely reacher her glossy eyes as they begun to shed tears as she reached out her thin arms to caress my cheek. I stared at her once full of life body now simply a vessel with a struggling soul, then we heard the thundering of the dreadful man who i had to call father. His tall and buff figure stormed within the room barging towards my mom as she cowered into the corner her pleas for help left unheard. i tried screaming, crying, letting out a sound but it was as if my mouth was sewn shut. My hand grabbed the pistol and aimed towards him. I shot it once, twice, three times. Out of bullets, i grabbed the kitchen knife , 1 stab, 2 stab, 3 stabs, 4- i felt my body being pulled off as i turned too see my sobbing mom yelling at the mess i created.
I jolted awake from my nightmare that was once a reality, the fear of abandonment lingering in my stomach for a while before sleep overtook my mind and i felt myself drift right back into the same hell loop i'd created for myself.
3:30 PM
i rubbed my eyes and stretched my body sighing in stress realizing i had a company waiting for the arrival of its CEO, yes i am bragging. I jumped up from my bed already longing the deluxe king size mattress beneath my body, i lazily threw a black suit and red tie onto my bed and hopped into the shower, i let the cool water refresh me and washed my hair and body. I brushed my teeth did normal things people do in bathrooms then got dressed. I didnt have maids, even if i wanted any i doubt they'd last a day with me. i fixed my tie and ran my fingers through my curly black hair, putting on a moisturizer while my green eyes glistened with my shining tan skin. I put on my shoes and got into my car driving away from my house.
I got to work, i owned a cigarette company and a few other big name brand companies. But of course, it didnt matter. I was still known as a cold hearted bitch who treated everyone like shit. They never try- "Mr. Az, u have a meeting for a new personal secretary-" my assistant manager said, "what happened to the old one." I asked with a hint of annoyance displayed through my voice. "..u fired her, the other day, when she didnt make ur coffee right.." she said looking down at her shoes. They were ugly
"ok" i said walking off, not giving two shits about what else she had to say. I walked into my office seeing a girl with brown curly hair in a white dress sitting on the chair infront of my desk "what do u want" i asked the girl who still wasnt facing my way, she turned around with a bright smile on her face. She was pretty, not my type. but pretty. "Hi! Mr. Az, im here for the interview i heard was happening." i stared her down, "leave" i said leaving the room again as she followed behind like a lost pup, "i said leave." she still wouldnt budge, i turned around and grabbed her wrist starting to see it turn red. i leaned down too her ear and spoke " get the fuck out of my office before u forget what daylight looks like." she looked at me in fear as her chest heaved up and down breathing against me, i lifted off my weight and walked away as she ran away out the front door leaving me with a smile on my face.
Seeing others in fear is a kink of mine i guess.
I walked back into my office, going through bullshit paperwork. Then i heard a knock on the door "come in" i let out with a sigh, the stress of all this work was already dominating my mind what else did i need. I heard the door open too see a tall slender women, wearing a dress that hugged her curves in the right spots. She was pretty , i guess. She walked forward and held out and hand with a small smile on her face "Hi Mr. Az, im Lillith." I stared at her features, dark skin, freckles, curly hair just like mine, she had these light brown eyes. It was something about her eyes, they were full of joy. "Mr. Az?" i heard her say in confusion looking at me with the same smile, "Leave." I said, i really wasnt interested in getting a personal secretary it just didnt matter too me, i watched as she took a seat and handed me a paper. Her resume. "i said get out of my office, i am not looking for a personal secretary so get the fuckity fuck out." i said with a smile, she giggled and looked at me with bright eyes and simply said "well if u didnt need one i doubt there would be a job openeing?, since there is ill be taking that as a invitation too apply. Im sorry we arent all rich fucks who have buisness companies for a living." she seethed anger clearly shown in her voice,
I like it. "Alright Ms. Lilith, continue." i said, "u have 5 minutes of my time, nonmore and no little." She straightend her back a little seeming proud of her self and began too start blah blah blah about why she'd be a good personal secretary. I didnt really care about that, so i thought why not fuck around. "Thats great and all but whats ur biggest fear Ms. Lilith." i asked while standing up slowly making my way too her side trailing my fingers along the marble desk top. "Sorry?" she asked in confusion, "what are u most afraid of, what makes your heart race in fear." She looked at me with a blank stare and looked down while chuckling, "What makes me most afraid Mr. Az, thats a good question. One that will be answered with time." she looked at me again, "Our time seems too be up and i wouldnt want to be wasting more, please consider me as a option sir i wont fail to disappoint. have a nice day." She stood up and walked out the door.
Lilith, i like that name.
