“The hell did just happened!” I could feel my screams reverberating inside me, digging into my skin.
I was panting when I bolted the door to my apartment hastily. The chaos at the club had staggered my breath and oblivious to the puddle of bloody mess I’ve gotten myself into, all I did was run away from it.
Coward you are, Cel. I could hear my inner voice rumbling inside and I could feel my conscience writhing under the agony.
Helpless. Coward. Pathetic.
Sera’s call pulled me away from the trance. Seraphine Livingston, my best friend, who was a fashion designer, wanted to come with me to the club but I wanted an adventure which ended me up in this mess.
I didn’t take the call as I wanted to forget everything at least for a moment and all I’d get from telling her all these is making her stressed.
I sauntered towards the kitchen to fetch some water. Suddenly I heard a knock and tracing it’s direction back to my front door, I slowly walked towards it.
“Would that be Sera?” Asking to myself, I trudged with careful steps.
“Who’s this?” I asked through the intercom
“Ma’am, we’re from the Rays company. We came here for your AC repairing.” Through the cam placed in front of my door, I saw two men with strong built bodies, perfectly fit expensive clothes and their brown and golden curls were exquisitely gelled.
“AC mechanics?! Seriously! Where would have they possibly repaired AC? Maybe at their gyms when they might’ve got bored of the deadlifts and all.
“I don’t have an AC.” I yelled through the intercom, as the air around me reeked off danger.
With a thud, the door swung open, and my eyes bulged out as a gasp erupted from me, or more like a shriek, ugh I don’t remember much.
I ran towards the store room in front of me, with a shaking my body but accidentally dropped my phone as my hands were shivering and was sweating profusely.
Panting, I closed the door, while I heard the rushing of their heavy foot steps behind me.
“Aw, don’t be scared of us dear. Come outside,” One among them shouted.
“Then what am I supposed to do in this situation, laugh?” Although my mind yelled it, I cupped my mouth immediately.
“Haha, would she come out when you call her sweetly! Lol! Ye ain’t calling ‘er for a date but to kill ‘er, forgot that?”
“She ain’t coming out, bro.”
“Chill bro. She will. Lemme ask.”
“This is the last time we’re calling. Next one we’ll be doing is putting a bullet inside your thick arrogant skull.”
I wanted to yell, I wanted thrash them, and most of all I wanted to kill them.
It was dreadful. Damn dreadful than one could comfortly sit and imagine in her couch to perform some ninja action. I should do something although I could feel my brain shutting down slowly, painfully.
“I.. I’ll give you money. Please go away, it must be a mistake,” I pleaded.
“And what are we supposed to do with that if we aren’t alive. It ain’t a mistake but a direct order to kill you Ms. Celeste Vincent, Broklyn Apartment, No.122,” the man replied.
“The hell! That’s my address, my damn address,” I was stunned.
“Yes, milady. Now please come out.”
Something struck my mind, struggling, I yelled, “No. I’ve called the police. They might be reaching any time soon.”
“With what did you call them? Throat? Your phone is in my hand and even if you’ve done that they wouldn’t dare to come here.”
I snuggled to a corner as my store room didn’t had a window to call for help. A shiver wrapped around my body, as I heard the thud again by which they blasted my door.
Grabbing my hands, they dragged me towards my living room. The fear had made its way towards my heart, clawing my senses.
“Leave me bastards. Help…” With all my force, I kicked, beat and even tried to bite their hands but they seem to have made up of steel.
“Let’s finish it quickly.”
“Yeah,” the man was busy taking a knife out of his bag while an opportunity glinted at me, I quickly took out the screw driver which I had taken from the store and had hidden in my jeans. Lunging towards the other man, I dig the screw driver into his stomach.
With a loud shriek, he fell back, while I ran towards the main door, only to collide with a body. My eyes widened in horror as I saw another stout, tall man standing in my doorway, as he gripped my hands.
“Where are you running?”
“Ugh, leave me..” I withered under his grip.
“How could I? We’re given a quotation to kill you,” he replied.
“Kill…kill that bitch,” a shaking voice came from behind me.
The man among the two, were running to hold me. Suddenly his phone buzzed.
“Hello boss.” He greeted with politeness which seem to have appeared in second.
I couldn’t hear the other voice but I intently watched his conversation.
“What? We don’t have to kill her! But why?” Wiggling his thick bushy eyebrows, he asked.
“No, we can’t. We’re going to kill this bitch. She drove a screw driver into Henry’s stomach.”
There was a pause in between the conversation but I focused well inorder to hear everything.
“Ok, ok. You don’t have to be angry. We won’t kill her,” I was calmed a bit, “but take her to you,” I was terrified.
They took me out, holding my hands and a gun behind me. I walked with tears peeping out of my eyes to rake over the dark sky, slithering into the oblivion, as I didn’t ever feel this much helplessness in my life.
There wasn’t anybody for me, anyone for me but my career, and I only trusted and loved it. Living every moment of agony, I saw my world of dreams tearing apart.
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