Book 1 of THE DARK TRIOLOGY
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Amidst the burning fire she stands tall and calm
Call it patience or experience;
But, she knows- she knows how to rise from the ashes
Like a Phoenix.
Every time the darkness threatened to swallow...
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The warmth of his voice washed over me like a heated smooch making love to my scared, rigid body without the actual process. The shock left me speechless - my soon to be fiance is my stalker? My eyes drifted down to the boy standing below my window sure enough Mrs. Robertson's grandson stood there his phone now laid around him in ruins. Frustrated that someone got me before him. Angry because all of those god forsaken things he had to say remained unsaid. I closed the window leaving him to deal with his childish tantrum or whatever he is about to do I have zero interest in dealing with such nuisance. Any sane soul in this situation would have locked their doors and window, call the police or probably would have reached out to any influential authoritative connection they have and have this child locked up but that's the deal I'm not sane- not any anymore at least. As a Law student specialising in criminology I don't just see faces; I see people and the issues they are yet to find out or probably busy hiding. I want them to get rid of that extra baggage they are carrying. It seems I need to pay Mrs. Robertson a visit and dicuss the symptoms and conditions this grandson of hers might suffer from.
He is not Asher . He is not Asher . He is not Asher.
I chanted it over and over in my head as I sat down on my bed giving my feet the much needed rest they have been demanding.
"Petal....." He called for me again from the other side. I was tired, scared and most importantly angry on him yet I still couldn't bring myself to cut the call. The voice of my sanity suggested me to wash myself, clear my head before talking to him but just like I said before I'm anything but sane.
"Petal what's wrong -"
"Asher today i-ermm..... you didn't call me all day "
I sounded like a cringe whiny girlfriend but I almost spilled about the horrors of my day and stirring the conversation into a more believable route was my last option. Even though I have to play the role of something I hate it is for greater good- it is to save the foolish emo boy from a fate worse then death. No matter how little I know of Asher one thing is pretty clear this man will kill for me and happily live in the custody for the rest of his life knowing I'm doing well.
"My phone or whatever left of my phone is currently sitting in my dustbin that's the primary reason why I couldn't reach you -" I heard a harsh static sound of shuffling followed by a bang - it sounded like a regular noise of a car door closing.
"- and the secondary reason is Ms. Sahanov who kept ignoring my messages"
I pulled the phone away from my ear in a desperate urgency. My fingers tapped the phone screen at a dangerously fast speed. Messages from Ray, Phoebe, Ann lined up the screen as I opened the messaging app. I clicked on his icon - a black and white picture of his back profile - the tab opened to revealed several new messages.
