It was 25th December 2019. She scurried through the hallway which forms as a main mean means of egress from the living room to the other rooms. Stella held her gown as she ran, it extended to her smooth toes. The bulbs in the rooms were flickering, the light switch was faulty.
Stella breathed very high, her heart was racing fast and she was drenched in her own sweat. She kept looking over her shoulders as she ran.
"Stella?" Screamed a man's voice.
Stella felt very frightened wondering if he was almost near her and she glanced over her shoulder and was trying to run through another step, her ankle twisted and she dropped to the floor.
"Aw!" She let out a loud groan rubbing her elbow, it got scrubbed against the rug and blood was starting to stream out.
She looked up and saw him slowly walking down the stairs clenching a bat and glaring at her, "Stella, you cannot get away from me. It's not that simPeterPeterla panicked seeing him advancing to her and she was moved backwards. He halted in front of her and raised the bat at her, "I'm gonna kill you!"
Stella swiftly arose to her feet dodging the bat, it was almost hitting her head.
It was raining cats and dogs, the wind was whistling loudly and shaking the windows harshly. The thunder growled loudly and roared in rage.
Stella looked at him coming closer to her and she walked backwards.
"Where're you going?" He grabbed her neck firmly and she felt choked and was gasping for air, "Peter...Peter...." She muttered.
He shoved her to the floor and she broke her waist and moaned in immense pain. She tossed coughing, "don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." She pleaded.
"You deceitful b*tch!" Peter screamed and smashed her head with the bat and she passed out.
On August 29, 2018, it was a frenzied evening. Stella stood by a pole which was painted red. The pole was stationed in the center of the stage. A sequine disco ball rotated in the ceiling, the rays of the gleaming ball kept flashing on her skin. She was wearing a red wig and was in a bikini bra. She wore a red pant and a pair of black boots and her lips were painted with crimson lipstick.
She was in a huge bar. Several men both young and old seated in the room were ogling at her as she swayed her voluptuous hips as she danced seductively on the pole. She curled around the pole like an anaconda and threw her hair.
"Woo!" Screamed one of the guests admiring her lustrous dark hair.
Skimpy waitresses walked around the room carrying a tray with a glass of liquor on it serving the guests.
Peter Hank stepped into the bar room. He walked through the entrances and he halted by the doors observing the room. He was in a pair of black trousers and pink sleeves. He heard some voices like, "come on! You're so hot! Hot chic!" And he walked from the doors to the room.
He paused feeling quite mesmerized looking at Stella dancing on the stage. Her hair looked well-gelled and neatly styled. He approached a couch and sat down staring at her. A waitress appeared in front of him serving him a glass of wine.
Peter glanced at her hips and her lovely eyes, he observed her smooth cheeks and long neck and sipped out of the wine.
Stella noticed him staring at her and she perceived through his eyes, he was amazed. She winked at him and he smiled. The musical track from the studio stopped playing and she paused dancing. Curtains on the stage immediately rolled on both sides moving and closed covering the stage and Stella turned and walked backstage.
"The show is over?" Peter wondered.
He looked at a waitress walking by and he touched her arm and she turned to him, "what's the problem?"
"That dancer who just left the stage, what's her name?"
"Oh, that's Stella Leo. But she goes by the name Ella here but you can call her Stella." She replied cheerfully.
"Okay, thanks."
"You're welcome." The waitress walked away.
It was almost eleven pm. Peter has been sitting in his Range Rover car waiting for Stella to step out of the bar. His car was parked outside. He looked at every lady going outside the bar expecting Stella could be amongst them and she wasn't.
He got drowsy, he folded his arms and shut his eyes.
Stella stepped out of the bar wearing blazers and clenching a huge brown bag. Peter felt uncomfortable with the position his neck was resting and he tried to shift his neck to the side and he opened his eyes. He immediately awoke specking Stella through the windscreen walking on the sidewalk.
He started the car engine and was driving up the road. He parked his car in front of her. Stella turned and walked to the other side of the road.