Call Me Sir

mr black

ALYSSA_

Reading the title of the newsletter, my hands became clammy, my heart raced and my hair clung to my forehead and it matted. My body shook as I felt myself became paralyzed. My body slowly started becoming numb while at the very same time it took on the hardest battle to stay calm and collected.

No.

This couldn't possibly be happening, it was too soon.

Switching on the television, I tried calming myself and trying to get my blood to go back down, I rested myself in the comfort of the couch, remote in hand I switched channels, but that face...

His face.

"You know, this day was gonna come," He spoke up to the presenter, grabbing the mic out of her frail hands as he turned his face towards the camera, "Prison changes you. I'm glad I've actually had this experience of paying for my bad deeds- I deserved it, but it made me a better person. I just have to pay some old friends a visit."

That thick and hoarse voice made me shudder, the way he sickly smiled when he said the word 'friends' and I couldn't help but think and feel as if he were talking about me. To me. As if he were giving me a warning.

Stubble had begun to grow on his face, he was bigger than usual, the muscle sticking out from under his dark V line sweater when he crossed his arms. That very thorn filled rose tattoo making its appearance on his forearm. The veins were bulging from them. His dark hair had grown more and his piercing blue eyes were still as cold as ice. You would think prison actually changes you, but I knew better.

No-one could change him.

The presenter took her mic back with shaky hands and I knew she was affected by him too.

"O-okay, Mr.Black was recently released out of prison on bail, by someone who had refused to give any details-"

I knew it had been one of the people he had treated like pure shit. I wouldn't even be surprised if he had threatened them with their lives.

"- and Mr.Black claims he is ready for a change and has reassured us that his days of crime, murder and brutal abuse has ended. Stay tuned for more-"

How could they even grant him bail? He hadn't deserved it. He was a murderer and a snake who deserved nothing good in this world.

Dylan came running down the stairs and he looked at me, stopping dead in his tracks, his body froze and his stare met mine when he looked at the television. The tears at the brim of my lids as Dylan began shaking as well.

"Alyssa...." he trailed off, running toward me and engulfing me in a bone crushing hug, "I was watching YouTube videos, when he popped up. I ran down and tried to warn you not to turn on the TV, or read anything, but he won. As usual," he said in my ear, "Alyssa it's going to be okay, just... just please, please dont go out."

I had never seen this look on his face ever. The tears were willing to fall and his entire body shook.

"Please promise me, he could be anywhere," Dylan said again, pulling away and looking into my eyes for a sign of promise.

"Dylan.. he won't come for me, we're history, remember?" I tried to sound convincing, but even I wasn't fooling myself. The smile on my face fake as fuck.

"History? Who agreed on that? You or him?" Dylam began getting angry.

"Me," I told myself.

"Exactly! You said it's over! You agreed to leave him! You walked out of his life when he started getting insane! He never agreed to anything! YOU WERE HIS!" With every scream, fell a tear from his face, "You cant just shrug this off like it was something you can just walk over! He hurt you, and I'm not even talking about physically! You were the reason he landed in jail, Alyssa! He hit you unconscious, he created that fucking scar on your breast. And do you think he'd leave it at that when all his been doing in jail was planning on how he was going to get out and come back for you? His not done, Alyssa. As much as I want to give you good news, I'm not telling you what you want to hear, I'm telling you the truth! His back, and he wants you back. He wants you as his again, and he will stop at nothing to have you!"

Dylan was full blown crying now and I was too, because he was right, "I can't lose you again, I just cant."

The jail bird was about to ruin my life for the second time and I was already letting him without him even coming with meters of me. Dylan was so mature, he told me things I couldn't have imagined myself, and why? Because I was in denial that my life was at stake.

And for the second time.

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"Oh please," I rolled my eyes when I entered my office door, my personal assistant hot on my tails with all the latest documents and contacts that needed my desperate attention, "John&Co cant even begin to compete with my company, especially when our marketing sales have escalated by 48% this month."

Placing my suitcase down onto my mahogany desk and taking my seat in my chair, I motioned for her to take her seat opposite me.

Pushing her glasses up, she said, "Maybe not. But apparently they have a new marketing strategy, which includes a new marketing manager."

"And who is that?" I raised a tilted brow, leaning forward on my elbows.

"Lucas Black," She made a vomiting noise, "His bad news and will most definitely give their company a bad reputation."

This got my attention, "Why?"

"He recently got out of jail for multiple reasons and he just looks like someone that'll chop your balls off and put it down your throat," she cringed, "His pure evil and everyone knows this. I have no clue why they'd even consider hiring him in the first place."

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