Then Shane Happened

Chapter 2: Long Time No See Or Kill

I sat in my sleek black Maserati. Riding on the quiet and dark streets of the Underworld. Light droplets of rain painted my windows blurry, I could barely see, poor people begging me for alms through my closed glass windows,they sat at the sidewalks

As usual I laughed at their vulnerability and rolled down my window to watch their confused faces. I looked into their tired bloodshot eyes and laughed.
I laughed at their condition.
I laughed at the system.
I laughed at myself.

It was a cruel thing to do but also the only thing to do.

You get treated accordingly to your Value. How much Hades valued your soul. Those who he cherished where rich and respected, those who didn't matter to him where poor and homeless and his enemies and friends of his enemies where rebuked and rejected by all.

I finally stop the car at the end of the streets, I look upwards to the place I call home.

What is truly the point of having such a big mansion with so many rooms but only one inhabitant I thought as I slowed down in front of the tall black comforting gates looming over me, bringing back peaceful memories.

I take out my remote control from my pocket that opens the heavy gates at the press of a button. Soon I'm in and my heart is racing. I look at the person standing haughtily on my porch (if that's even a thing) with so much intensity it hurts. He wears a familiar smile that makes me grip the staring wheel harder as I drive in.

Terry...

I didn't bother parking in the garage because I know I won't stay long.

I turn off the engine and jump out of the car gracefully to met his gaze.

"I've missed you" he says with a wide grin. My hands clenched in fists in my pockets.

He just had to spoil my good mood. Though I'm taken aback by his arrival, I don't show it. I merely walk passed him and open the doors to my beautiful solitude of a home

"You know you need to speak to me at some point right?" He says as I push past him.
I say nothing and continue walking, taking in the fresh smell of dust and grime as I walk in.

"Shane..."

I move on, padding across the floor, towards the elevator, hearing the his gentle footsteps as he followed close behind me. I wanted to turn around and tell him to get out but I immediately refuse giving him the pleasure of hearing me speak.

"Shane..."

After an eon of endless marching across the spacious living room, I arrived at the elevator that lead to my paradise.
I pushed the button and the cold metallic doors slowly open. I'm was about to walk in when he took my hand and pulled me back, forcefully making me look him in the eye.

I looked quickly to the ground, avoiding his gaze. He tilted my chin upward with his other hand I meet his face, he was no longer wearing his previous warm expression. Something dark flickered in the depths of his irises but I dare not take a second glance to find out.

"Shane..." he called out one more time, his tone is soft but demanding.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want my help"

I look him in the eye and my heart attempts to leap out of my chest.
It beats so loud I can barely her my self think.

Angrily, I take his hands off me and turn back to the elevator but stop myself from going in just yet. My face inches away from the cool metal. My fingers fiercely bite into my palms beside me. I let out a deep sigh before surrendering.

"I don't want your help..." and on that solid note I press the button and the doors break apart letting me in.
I stare at the mirrored walls and steal a glance at him before the door closes.

"..but I know I need it"

The doors shut and I feel torn and worn out all over my body. I rest my back on the icy wall behind me and sigh in exhaustion. I feel mentally drained and tired. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as the soft whisper of elevator music filled
my ears. Heavy beads of sweat rolled down my forehead right before I wiped them away with the back of my palm. My breathing is heavy and my pulse is racing. Even when he wasn't there, I still felt his presence consuming me.

He always did have that effect on me.

After a long silence then a short chime, the metal doors broke apart once more. I thought briefly about today and momentarily considered calling Carly but before I could give it a second thought I push it out of my mind.

Having Terry here is enough tension.

I ran a clammy hand through my short white silvery hair before I steppes out on the third floor. I looked around and unconsciously smirk.
The room is as huge as I remembered it.
I am welcomed by a dark rug that generously spreads across it, the sweet smell of freshly ground coffee greets my nostrils.
The room is decorated with paintings of skulls and axes painted in a mess if Grey's and blacks, hung across the grey coloured walls, a high ceiling of POP above with a priceless chandelier dangling from it, a 120 inch Television up ahead and a curved grey multiple-seater couch in front of it with the most captivating feature of the room being its darkness. Just the way I like it.

Home sweet Home.

I race across the room, flop on the sofa and turn on the TV and in no time I find my self thinking about him again.

MAWUYON
Motivation is like taking a bath, you have to be consistent to get good results. Reading this book and commenting motivates me and encourages me. If you don't, you give me the impression that you don't like the book.

Conversation Starters.

Who do you think Terry is to Shane?

a) Ex-boyfriend

b) Boyfriend.

c) Enemy.

e) Just a Friend.

d) More than a Friend.

Please vote and comment.

Thank you.

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