SUBMISSIVE ☄️
Written by: Moye Esther
Chapter 9✍️
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Evan and his girlfriend, Sally were holding hands and casually taking a walk. They were chatting and giggling. The couple is obviously happy. Suddenly, Evan is alone. He looked around, trying to find her but the once filled street is now empty. He is alone.
He begins to feel scared but is trying really hard not to show it, after all, he doesn't get scared easily.
"Sally!" He calls out. "Stop trying to prank me. It isn't working." His voice echoing in the silent street. He really is getting creeped out now. He heard a voice moaning in pain and calling for help. The voice sounded like Sally's and he moved towards the voice.
Evan walked nearer to the voice and then looked around. On the ground is Sally's body, sprawled on the floor,half burnt and blood all over. She raised her hand and tried to touch him when Evan screamed out, screaming into reality.
It was a dream, a nightmare. A reoccurring one at that. Ever since he lost his girlfriend, now ex girlfriend to a car crash, involving her and her dad, he had this nightmares.
The death of his ex, he believed, was caused by his dad and so made him hate his dad till date. Since he met Dolly, the nightmares stopped but having this same nightmare is giving him the creeps now. He's really hoping nothing bad is happening.
Sweats rolled down his forehead making him remember when he used to have the nightmare. He thought the nightmares finally stopped. He didn't know he's wrong. He sluggishly dragged his legs to the bathroom and washed his face before opening the shower to his head, loving the feel of the cool water on his hot head.
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Charlie looked around, checking to see if the surroundings is clear. He doesn't want anyone recognizing him even though he's in a costume.
He was in a black leather coat, with sunglasses, his head was covered with shawl, not excluding his neck. He wore black leather boots and leather gloves. In all, he looked like a drug lord, or a gangster.
He's meeting up with his dad after the incident. His dad called him few days ago and asked to meet him for something "really important". His dad, Louis, is a wanted criminal. He escaped from prison after been sentenced for twenty years for killing his friend and his friend's daughter.
The girl is Sally, Evan's ex girlfriend and her dad, Alfred. Charlie is meeting with a criminal and a wanted one at that without any of his family members knowing. Louis had told him to keep it as a secret.
He's starting to regret that now as he looked around. The place looks really dangerous with different people smoking and doing drugs. The whole place stanch of weed combined with cigarette and sweat.
He brought out his nose mask and used it. He isn't used to this type of surrounding. A young boy approached him and signalled to him to follow him. He thought the boy was deaf until he saw him converse with a bigger boy.
The boy led him through a small room until they got to a small passage. He signalled to Charlie to enter one of the rooms on the hallway and he did. He entered and saw the man he hadn't seen for two years. The one who is tagged as a murderer and who his younger brother hates than his own poop.
Louis grinned widely like a maniac as he saw his first son. He's really missed his family and is very happy to see one of them. He signalled to him to sit while he ordered his workers to give him privacy with his son.
Charles sat down and looked around awkwardly then finally looking back at his dad. The man he's looking at now looks nothing like the dad he had.
Louis, though wearing a plain look, was curious about what his son thought of him as he stared on.
"How are you doing son?" He broke the uncomfortable silence.
"I'm good, as you can see." Charlie drawled, still staring at Louis.
"Why am I here?" Charlie voiced out. "I have limited time here."
"Feisty, I see, I like that". Louis breathed out, stretching out a cigar stick to Charlie.
"I'm not here for that. I didn't come here for chit-chat". He scrunched his face in disgust as Louis smoked a cigar, exhaling the smoke from his nose.
"Can you stop that?" Charlie demanded amidst coughing.
"Sure mate, sorry man."
Louis hit the stick on the table, putting it off, surprising Charles, and Louis himself.
"I have a proposal for you..." he started.
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Stephanie screamed in terror as she read the letter she got from the entrance doormat. She turned pale in fear then sprinted to Dolly's room to meet her practicing with headset on.
The daily news was just concluded on the TV. Her daughter had done it again as she's on the news. The anonymous gunman with the "D.Y" initials. She heard the doorbell go off. Getting there, she saw nobody but saw a letter laying on the doormat. She picked it up and looked around again before going in.
She read the letter and couldn't help it but to scream in shock. The letter was written anonymously and so she didn't know who had written the letter.
Stephanie yanked the headset off Dolly who hissed in annoyance and almost shouted at her mum when she saw her countenance. She looked like someone who had just seen a ghost.
"What's wrong?" Dolly queried.
"I..... I.." Stephanie stuttered, stretching the letter to her. Dolly yanked the letter from her mum and hurriedly read through it. She now understands the reason for her mum's fears.
"Hello kitty. I'm back, and with full force. Watch ya back." It was a letter with few words but had great meaning. Her dad is the only one who calls her kitty and he's dead. She killed him herself so she's sure he's dead.
"It's probably some silly jokes by some kids." She tried to convince her mum, convincing herself in the process. Her heart is hammering against her chest but she tried to calm her nerves. If not for anything but for her mum.
"I hope so." Stephanie answered.
"Dad's dead. I killed him myself so there's no way he's alive." She tried convincing again.
"Yeah. I hope it stays that way."
"It will mum.... It wil." She affirmed.
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"Did you deliver the letter safely?", the voice asked in the dark.
"Yes ma." A little voice answered.
"Good. You can go." The voice commanded.
Little feet moved, making sounds to hurry out of sight but stopped and the body fell with a thud to the floor as the sound of the gun resounded, the bullet sounding on the floor.
Still in the dark, another feet moved away, echoing until it wasn't heard anymore.