Do I really want to read it? Would I be scaring myself? Should I? Enough questions Kily! I shook my head several times and then got started.
In just a second, I finished the book. It was like as though I needn't read the book and I know what is written in it. But that is not the important part. It is something more worse. Something that can really blow my mind off.
No this can't be! They can't be liars! No! No! Why did these happen? Like how did they—
Tears filled up at the brim of my eyes. My vision became blur. Words were drown all by the anger and sadness. Is this what my life meant to be? I'm now just dead. What can I do?
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5 July 1995
"Hey darling! Are you free now? Coming to your house right now okay?" James smiled pleasantly as he spoke to the receiver of the call. "Okay... I'm free now. Come and have some tea then."
Susan happily ended the call, not knowing what would happen to her and her boyfriend. She kissed George as he hugged her tight before letting each other go. "Bye darling. I'm off with some office work. See you okay?" George smiled and replied, "Okay."
Susan was some sort of a two timer. She did notwant to tell James of anything related to her boyfriend. She was afraid.
James started dating with Susan ever since he joined Rally Wells. Then, she felt that James was the most handsome boy she had ever seen in her life. Well seemed like a fantasy. No never it was.
But not long after, Susan found herself together with another rich guy, George. She loved his money and that was what she wanted when she dated with him for the very first time. It seemed selfish. Oh yes, no doubt. But is that just how an ordinary girl will think? Actually both answers 'yes'and 'no'don't fit.
But nothing could escape James hands. He may seem simple. Wearing plain office clothes, a simple black leather jacket. He is just like an ordinary man on the streets.But deep down, under his hands, he's in charge of everything. When I say everything, I mean everything.
No one knew that he was the VIP that would walk on stage on every Independence Day and make a speech. All may seem untrue. Like its a dream. But it is not. Do Susan know it? Of course not. He was the President's son.
But why would he want to be simple. Was it rotten luck that he got bankrupt? Or was he trying to be humble? Was he being a good guy? I think the first would likely be the answer.
Being bankrupt was a usual thing almost everyone had back then, due to the economic crisis. James was probably independent then? Well, its not a probably, itsa yes.
Knowing not that James had the money and power, Susan chose George. But it was too late to reverse her choice. James had it all. He was planning something that he had never done to any girl before. Never in his life. And the story begins from a murder.
"Joan get ready. I'll let you in any moment." Slowly and steadily, James went into the kitchen while talking in his phone, leaving Susan in the living room. He opened the back door and gave way for Joan to move in. Joan was in her boots, wearing a tight pants were a black fitting shirt. She carried a pouch with her, storing her needed weapons.
"Go now!" He spoke with his voice a little louder, but still whispering.
"Are you really sure about this?" Joan looked at him, "It may cause us trouble." James looked into her eyes. "Don't be afraid. We will get through this together. You will be mine after this." He smiled and moved closer to Joan, his hands wrapping around her waist. Joan stopped him when his lips went a little closer.
"What about Kily? Do you love her more?" Joan spouted.
"Of course I love you more than anything, more than her."
Joan seemed satisfied with the answer. She let go of her hands and allowed James' lips to touch hers. She was scared. But no more. She felt being loved more with James than Lance. She wanted James. She wanted him very badly.
She pulled away. She wished she could be with him like that forever and it could be done. She just need to help him with such a small matter and she would be his. She could not wait any longer. She must do it to have him. And she must do it right now.
Joan moved silently and quietly into the bedroom and peeked outside. There, James walked out from the kitchen into the living room where she was lying at. He gave her a light kiss on the cheeks before moving out of the house quietly.
Waves of anger rushed into Joan's heart. She felt like tearing open everything. The kiss, the smile that she was given made her jealous. Really jealous. She decided that she would die a painful death.
Joan walked towards the sofa, her toes at the tip. She had to be silent. She could not waste her chance. Joan prepared her cloth in her hands. She walked with sweat dripping unto the floor. She was afraid once more. She stopped. She turned. She hesitated. She did not know what to do.
But the hatred, the love for James over powered the compassion in her heart. Now, evil rules. Joan could not stop. She rushed to the sofa and grab Susan's hair, making her sit upright. Susan was in a blurry mood. She yelped a little but soon her yelp disappeared. It was too late. Joan had made her move. She was dead.
But it was not over. Joan wanted her to die as badly and possible, as many brutal blows as she could give. She took out her dagger and pushed it right into her flesh. Into her chest. She slapped her face. She plucked her hair. She just wanted her to die and die and die.
Now it all came to place. The reason why Joan was behaving weird was clear. The reason why James did not come for tea for a long time was finally clear.
