The Darkest Obsession

Chapter 16

Lichelle

I watch as Oliver pukes in the corner like a small girl who has never seen blood and by the looks The Elites were far from a small gang in the Cape Flats. My mouth swirled in disgust wanting to join Oliver in his puke gala. The little tremble as a man chooses one of them to be his precious sick doll of desire. Being a cooperate lawyer didn't mean that we weren't learned but eyes flinched beyond repulsed back. Tears reminding me of my own. So much innocence's in those eyes. God created so willingly and here I am watching as fear melts those beautiful eyes, one matching mine.

A tear pushed through, and I swear my face went numb with sadness and pain. Just like that Rhys switched it off. ''How many years...have you-'' My lips quivered and for a moment I saw redemption in my soul for Rhys and admiration for Brisha... respect and some sort of odd, good feeling. ''I was around 22 nothing more, Lichelle.'' Rhys sighed before rolling his eyes at Oliver who puked, while I scrunched my nose.

''Br-'' Rhys chuckled, with an unknown smile we regularly seen. ''16'' My mouth gaped at Rhys who had a smirk displayed on his perfect face. Brisha's green eyes slowly held my soul I thought I lost. My heart ached with every ounce of unknown feelings and parts of me wanting to see his solider like body in action. 'Solider' I said to myself. He wasn't a simple solider fighting with respect for his countrymen, woman and kids. Brisha put his life on a line to stop the rich from thriving. Solider was underestimate of Brisha, he was a COMMANDER, leading men and woman through the dark part of the world not called WAR.

I tapped my foot, a downstairs his men worked to fix my window. As the cold air brushed over the puking, a sudden shudder of realization, my heart racing before the wheels spun like mechanical wheels of the Industrial revolution. My black pupils dilated like a bloating stomach during my periods. I looked at Rhys that nodded, ''You think? Caitlyn will be safe.'' I sighed in relief as I caressed my beating heart.

My eyes flooded of me and Caitlyn whose eyes matched like sister meant for another odd life. Our smiles so wide even if they were fake. '' I won't hurt her.'' Rhys said like a vindication to the crimes against the sunshine.

''And... how do I trust that?'' Puking raged with gags from the bathroom... me and Rhys turned, '' That was fake.'' Rhys said to Oliver as sentimental conversation turned sour after his Mac- Donald burger now floating in the toilet. ''Blood... oozing.'' Oliver says gagging as he wiped his mouth.

''Don't be a baby with a huge ass dick. You see this yet...'' I said with confusion and irritation in my voice but smile nipping the side of my lips as Oliver's big blue eyes turn into puppies. ''Babies are fragile and you are not a baby.'' Oliver scoffed as he pressed a breath mint onto his tongue, joining us to the big window.

Silenced, by the breeze and the constant banging downstairs of fixing. I tried to remain calm as my eyes shifted on the empty road. My tilts and lay on my palm. '' You'll two depressed idiots don't have to be silent cause 'THE BABY' very handsome one is here. '' I smirked and bumped his shoulder.

''Trust me, I have changed. Trust me I feel more than I did before. I am not perfect, but I am trying my best for the world she means to me.'' I nod listening to his cold but calm voice. Soothing like an elder brother, my focus pressed against the empty road where Brisha's Porsche sat. My mind running with this group out to get my family, with intentions of not a sinner but demons not of trick but pain.

Why the fuck? Who? What? How? why is humanity so low they feast on the young girls cry as if it was dessert. Why did the past of nothing but violence sweep in and ruin with a path of burnt grass? Why hadn't Brisha given me a warning before the bullets went flying through the fucking window like the large ass brick? The fact Rhys and Oliver remained silent instead of the questions.