I slept and snuggled to his chest as exhaustion took over me. We sat cuddled like that for a few hours.
At 3 am, his phone buzzed. He answered without looking and immediately opened his eyes and answered, "I'm on my way."
He carefully disentangled himself from our embrace, trying not to wake me. I stirred slightly but remained enveloped in the warmth of my dreams. I barely registered the soft click of the door as he left.
In the basement, the sounds of pain and screams filled the room as I walked with commanding steps. I stood before the iron chair. Inhale a puff. Someone better give me an explanation.
You all had one job to do, now what is all this? I searched them with eyes unmasking their fear.
They all looked down, fear of even answering him.
The tension in the room was palpable, each second stretching into an eternity. I could feel the sweat trickling down the backs of those gathered, their breaths shallow and uneven. The dim light cast long, ominous shadows, amplifying the sense of dread that hung thick in the air.
"Speak," I demanded, my voice a low growl that sent shivers down their spines. "Who was responsible for this?"
A murmur of whispers broke out, hesitant and fragmented. Finally, one of them, a young man with trembling hands, stepped forward. His eyes darted nervously around the room before locking onto mine.
"It was an accident," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "We didn't mean for it to happen. We... we tried to follow orders, but something went wrong."
I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing his every word, his every twitch. "An accident?" I repeated, my voice dripping with skepticism. "Do you think that excuses your failure?"
The young man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "No, sir," he replied, his voice steadier now, though still tinged with fear. "We take full responsibility. Please, just give us another chance."
Who was it? I asked angrily.
Who gave you the go-ahead?
Was it me?
Throwing the cup on the floor,
I was so angry; veins were seen. I turned red.
The room was filled with a tense silence.
I took out my phone and called Jay.
Marcus is missing.
Send SOS now and get here fast.
Hours passed. Jay arrived. We got ready, suited up, and left.
weeks went by without any sign of Junior. There was no call, message, or any communication at all. It felt like he had vanished into thin air before my eyes.
I felt foolish for allowing him to capture my heart. I was truly disappointed in myself.
Then, my date with Dr. Less finally arrived. For a change, I managed to stop thinking about Junior.
We dined on a spacious rooftop with a delightful band playing in the background. The evening was lovely as we enjoyed our meal and wine.
Despite the pleasant setting, we didn't feel any connection or chemistry between us. We chatted about work, our upbringing, and shared laughter. It was a refreshing experience, and we both acknowledged that a romantic relationship was not in the cards for us, opting to remain friends instead.
Dr Less dropped me off at home and departed. Stepping out of the elevator, I spotted Junior in the same spot as when he last visited. I paused as he raised his head and our eyes met. Walking closer