THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER SEVEN

I'm woken up by the alarm. It's five in the evening.
I never get tired therefore I wake up and prapare for the night. This is something I am used to such that I just can't avoid it. It has become part and parcel of my pathetic life.
I scrutinize myself at the mirror and I sigh heavily. 
Gab has promised to be on my case for eternity. He doesn't look like the type who gives up so easily. My fear for him multiplied when I realised he is into illegal businesses.
I have to look for a way to avoid him.
I redo my makeup and as usual, grab my porch as I head out.
I pass by a salon and get a haircut.
I explain to the attendant that I need a bob too for my short hair.
After she is done, I look myself in the mirror and I see a totally different person.
That way, Gab and Bruce will have a hard time recognizing me.
I board the next available taxi and ask to be dropped to a different club in the outskirts of the city.
I choose a corner where I will be able to see the patrons as they come in.

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I am lying on a hospital bed, contemplating on my next move. It's high time I stood my ground and showed my aunt that I can stand on my own. I promise myself that I will escape from the hospital and run to God knows where.
I can't believe my aunt Bree turned me to a whole. Her money making machine. Right now I am nursing a gunshot wound on my leg and broken skull due to being hit with a gun.
I have a plan and I must accomplish it. What I do not know is that Bree  has paid people to watch over me in her absence.
Two weeks are over and I haven't been able to escape. When I tried escaping two days ago, dressed in a nurse's uniform, I am accosted before I even get out of the hospital. My plans are shattered.
My auntie warns me telling me that I am her slave and I can't escape.
I just accept my fate.....

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"Hey beautiful."
It's like I have just got some company.
I look up only to be met by a young man, probably in his early twenties, a broad smile plastered all over his face.
"He..Hello..."
I manage to stammer.
"Can I join you?"
"No problem."
He draws a seat and sits opposite me.
Why did I even tell him to sit here? He is gonna scare away potential prey! Oh no! I need a serious hookup... a man...not just boys!
I know it's rude to walk out on someone but I don't give a damn. I will definitely do so when a potential candidate shows up.
"What's your name lady?"
He tries to strike a conversation immediately his drink is brought.
He is having malt.
Who drinks such stuff in a club!
"Donna..."
I reply absent minded.
"I'm Shawn!"
Who names their kids *Shawn*?
Anyway, it's none of my business.
I concentrate on my drink, partially playing with my bottle, partially ogling at my glass.
I try to assume that the Shawn boy doesn't exist.
Where will he take me if I happen to see him as a potential man for the day?
Does he even have a house?
Or he will take me to his parents' house?
Whisky can make people start overthinking.
I somehow start warming up to him and I find myself asking him where he lives.
"Live with my parents in the city but currently they are out of the country on some business trip. All  my siblings are in the boarding school. I have the whole house to myself."
He is talking too much.
Maybe I can try him out. Who knows?
He might be fun. You never know🤣🤣.
But if I want that to happens, I'll have to play a little game on him. Mmmmh. It's gonna be fun... Don't you think?
"Why aren't you takeing booze?"
I ask him intentionally.
"I'm not so much into booze but if you agree to accompany me to the house, maybe we can drink from there. My parents' bar is full of every kind of booze!"
Doesn't that sound like music in my ears.
He settles the bill and he leads me out of the club.
At least there was no drama from Gab or Bruce...
Oops!
He leads me to the parking lot and gets car keys from his jacket.
I'm startled.
So he is driving?
But I am sure it's his father's car.
He opens the big machine and signals me to sit at the passenger seat.
"Make yourself comfortable beautiful..."
The drive to his house is palpable. The silence could be felt. I am not about to start a conversation with a guy almost my age, who is at the mercy of his parents.
I just sit there, thinking of what to do with him. He is not my type at all. I will just have some little fun then dump him as usual.
I am used to that anyway.
He pulls up at the driveway and parks his car... Sorry his dad's car.
"Here we are beautiful!"
The atmosphere is cool. I can tell by just a look at their multi billion dollar mansion.
They live in total opulence, I can smell richness from far.
I am woken up from the reverie by Shawn, welcoming me into the house.
I slump on the couch, as I wait for him to bring some whisky from the cabinet. He sets two glasses on the table and pours some whisky into each glass.
"Cheers to good life!"
Stupid!
Which good life!
I can't help but think on a way out.
Then an idea strikes.
I have never done that before but I will have to start from somewhere....
Shawn is getting tipsy and he is spilling lots of beans. The urge to hear more overcomes me....
I sent him for some ice cubes and as he scoops some from the fridge, I pl ay a little game on his drink. I spike it...
This is gonna be fun than I expected. Call me heartless! That's who I am. That's what auntie Bree turned me into. I am barely twenty but I am worse than anybody can imagine.
Most guys underestimate my capabilities because of my age.....
Oooops!