SUBMISSIVE ☄️
Written by: Moye Esther
Chapter 11✍️
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Evan was wide awake on his bed. He misses Dolly so much and wishes to see her that much, maybe she will take away his fears. He had gone to his brother's room but he met it empty.
Returning to his room, he opened the window and brought his head out, breathing in fresh air. It's late already and he ought to be in bed but he just couldn't sleep.
From afar, when he looked down, he saw a stranger dressed in all black, staring at him. He stared back at him for what looked like milliseconds when the stranger suddenly turned back, disappearing into the dark alley.
He closed his window back, fear creeping up to him as he suddenly shivered from the night breeze. He sat on his bed, wondering where Charlie was.
His mum travelled the previous day so he was alone with Charlie and now, Charlie was absent. He picked up his phone, dialing Charlie's line when he heard a sound coming from downstairs like someone was trying to come in.
He stealthily climbed down the stairs, silently praying it was Charlie coz he didn't know what he would do if it was an intruder. He got to him and almost screamed out, seeing Charlie in his costume.
Charlie was drunk, swaying from one side to the other and his feet almost gave up. He held his phone in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other which swayed as he walked. He was muttering some incoherent words as he entered the house.
"Hey brother, you look cute." He slurred.
"Let's get you outta here." Evan muttered, obviously pissed.
"I don't wanna. I wantu play with you." He pouted his lips, trying to look cute.
Evan groaned as he struggled to stand him up and pulled him to his room, half complaining, half heaving.
Charlie on the other side kept muttering incoherently and laughing to himself, even crying all the way. Evan heaved a sigh of relief as he threw Charlie on the bed who quickly slept off as soon as his body hit the bed.
Evan was left confused, watching Charlie's sleeping body. He's never seen Charlie drunk. He drinks but he never gets drunk so he wondered what could've caused his brother to drink to the point of getting drunk.
He left Charlie's room and went back to the living room. He stepped outside, his hand automatically slipping to his arms as he rubbed on them to shield himself from the cold.
Getting to his brother's car, he saw his car key and removed it. Wondering how Charlie got home without an accident, he returned into the house, closing the door against the cold and locking it, before heading to his room.
He stopped at his door before turning back to Charlie's room. He entered his room and saw him sprawled on the bed, in in a very uncomfortable manner.
Reaching out to him, Evan laid him well as Charlie snored away, obviously happy with his new position. Evan, contented with his brother's new position walked away to his room.
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The breeze blew against her hair as Dolly zoomed off, signalling to the members of her group, she sped off. They already know what to do.
She had a mission that day but her mother comes first. Always. She had no choice but to call one of her most trusted members to do the job for her.
They never do jobs for her unless they were contacted personally so they wondered why she chose one of them to do it. They can't of course ask her. They never do. She's the boss and they are her workers. They have no right to question her authority.
Getting to where the GPS stopped, she alighted from her bike, taking off the helmet and then placing it on the bike handle.
She entered into the forest prepared. She was expecting it to be a forest and she wasn't disappointed. She half walked, half jugged just to get there.
It was a warehouse, in the middle of nowhere. She saw smoke coming from the chimney and knew her dad was in.
The door flew open as the barged in, not waiting a moment, she stepped in, looking around her for any trace of her mum.
"Dave!", She called out "Show your face"
She heard footsteps behind her and she saw him. Her hatred intensified, so as her anger and adrenaline rushed through her. She almost rushed him but held herself.
Her anger is at bay and if pushed will burst completely. She knows anger won't solve the issue and so she kept calm though she was boiling within.
Dave held an amused smile as he watched his daughter hold her anger at bay. The Dolly he knew before won't hesitate to cut his head off but here she is, curbing her anger.
"If you want to see your mum, alive, you have to be as harmless as possible." Dave smirked.
"What the fuck are you waiting for then?" She questioned, already bringing out her tools and dripping them.
Dave went to her and searched her body. He knows she won't willingly drop it all and wasn't surprised when he was a penknife inside her boot.
"Tryin' to play me hun", he grunted in a thick russian accent.
Dolly's heavy breath showed how much of her anger she was trying to hold. She stood shock when she heard her dad speak. He isn't russian by any means and he speaking in thick russian accent stumpified her.
The thoughts quickly went as they came when she felt her dad push her from the back. They were headed to a door, which Dolly hadn't noticed before. Dave pushed her all through the way. He opened the door and they got in. It led to an underground dungeon.
Dolly kept looking around, the warehouse from outside didn't look like it could have an underground dungeon as big as this and of course, she was left amazed.
Her little sightseeing was cut short when she saw her mum, arms clung around herself. She rushed to her mum and hugged her tightly, almost crying.
Her mum looked so worn out and she wondered what the poor woman might've gone through because if her.
"Mom, I'm sorry" She sobbed.
Her mum let out a little sobs as well, clinging to her daughter like her life depended on it.
Dave went outside the dungeon, feeling disgusted by the little family reunion. Or maybe he was jealous that he wasn't included.
He locked the door on them.
"I'll be back for you, you better not try anything funny." He stated, walking away without looking back while Stephanie shivered in her daughter's embrace, without saying a word.