ｌｉｅｓ [ ｇ-ｄｒａｇｏｎ ｘ ｒｅａｄｅｒ ]

Lies

The man kept on running, looking back from time to time to make sure he still had some distance between him and his pursuers. Just one last time. He just wanted to hear her voice just one last time. Leaping into the public phone booth, he punched the numbers to her phone, panting profusely, praying that you would pick up. Every second counted.

"Hello? Hello?" The female's voice was like a melody to him, like a sweet dream before plunging into the depths of nightmare.

He opened his mouth slightly, before closing it. Opening it once again, words were about to come out, before he was slammed against the glass of the booth. The attacker forced his arm behind his back, as he forcefully pushed the male out of the booth, into a police car, leaving the phone hanging in the booth.

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"Hello? Hello?" You said into the phone, but no reply came. All you could hear was the soft panting in the background. After a second, the panting disappeared, and silence was all that remained. Lowering your phone from your ear, you hung up. You probably knew who it was, but you didn't want to believe it.

Grabbing your bag, you hurried down the stairs into the street. Expressionless, you walked briskly to the carpark, your handbag swinging with every step you took. Starting up the engine of your vehicle, you headed towards the supermarket.

The female looked up into the mirror to see a guy standing behind her. Spinning around, she shoved him.

"What are you doing here?!"

The man returned her shove with a slap to her face, before grabbing her shoulders roughly and pushing her onto the bed. She struggled, kicking and wriggling wildly, but the guy pinned her down firmly.

You took each step slowly as you strolled down the aisle of the mart, your hands pushing an empty cart. You had nothing to buy, and no mood to buy anything. The items that you loved so much no longer had any effect on you as you walked pass, not even throwing it a second glance.

After an eternity of struggling, the female finally managed to push the assailant off her.

Leaving the mart empty-handed, you headed to the club. A bottle of liquor in hand, you stumbled towards the dance floor, staring blankly at the crowd dancing. Or maybe you were just staring at nothing. The upbeat music resonated in your head, making your headache worse. You frowned, raising the bottle to your lips and taking a gulp.

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The police led the hand-cuffed man through the flock of paparazzi, who were eager to snap a picture of the man's face.

"Did you really commit murder?"

"What are your thoughts now?"

"How are you going to explain this to your fans?"