Who am I
503 Words
Who am I
Jordans Pov
Last week was tormenting , at least my daughter made sure of it when not being hanted by Anita’s shadow.’’This is your whole fault.’’Isabella would rage looking at me with full intensity.
‘’Everything was going perfectly until you uined it.,I hate you.’’
She would say and run back to her room banging the door so hard that the whole house would rattle from the impact while I’ll stay up dri nking and coming up with my schemes.
I made my private guard follow Anita and mother all her activities .For some reason ,I felt uncomfortable about her threat of sleeping with other men to pay for the breach of contaract .No one had the right to touch her save me.
My phone reng disturbing the tranquility that was being observed a while ago .Ipicked the phone noticing the I.D and felt a twinge of fear .Had she made true her threat.
Normally, my private guard doestn call just text me up on her progress but today was the first time he called and possibly, something bad was about to happen.I was startled by a sudden pain only to discover the cigarette was burnt out and the crumbs were burnt.Immediately , I heard voices coming down the direction of the halloway I was heading to and it caused me to gasp from shock.
Without wasting time , I turned to the left side but I saw the silhouette of an approaching figure, oh my God, I was stuck in the middle.
I began to panic cause at this point undoubtedly .I would be caught , I tried to think but my barin already malfunctioned , so I turned the doorknob and entered the nearest room before they could catch me but then, I was totally screwed.
I enetered the main den .
Thanks to my panic ,I enetered and closed the door without checking out the room irst.
‘’Yo Farley, what took you so….?
The strange with tattoos running down his arms faltered as soon as his sight fell on me.
I was resting against the door with my eyes closed and a relieved sigh when I heard the comment.
The room was very lage and seemed to be their relaxation centere , because some men were seated on the rugged floor watching and arguing about the football match going on.
Few others were playing pool at the far end corner of the room while he others were drinking , smoking, playing cards and chatting.
The strong and nauseating smell of cigaretts wafting into my nose worsened the knot forming in the pit of my stomach.
The once lively environment died off as soon as they saw me , not less than forty intense gaze focusd on me.
I gulped.’’Anita, why is your life so damn hard.
it was never going to be okay , whatever was going on was never going to fit into this fairytale I had pictured in my head I couldn't believe it.
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