THAT EVENING**
“Mum!!” Scarlett shouted.
“Yes, Lett?” Her mother replied, as she walked into the sitting room like she wasn’t even blind.
She was used to her own home so it wasn’t a big deal in moving around.
“I applied to…guess!” Scarlett voice suddenly got high pitched.
Marie chuckled.
“Don’t expect me to go that. Why did you have to bother yourself in applying for another job. You might get fired again. You’d better go back to your part time job” She said.
“Don’t tell me that’s an advice. As for me, I’ll continue to strive and push forward so that I’ll get what I want and desire most” Scarlett said.
Marie smiled.
“I trust you, nevertheless. I really love your spirit…”
“Anyways, guess the company I just applied for” Scarlett asked.
“Hmm… I don’t know. Just tell me already!”
Scarlett giggled.
“RM company!!”
“What? Really?”
“Yes! I just applied now via my laptop and they sent a message saying I should be in the interview around 9am on Monday. Two days from now!!”
Written By Sommy Pearl F.
“Wow. I’m happy for you. Fighting!!”
“Fighting!! Thank you, Mum” Scarlett went to Marie and hugged her.
***
Scarlett went to bed, and opened her cupboard. She took out a white but slightly brown paper.
It was looking quite old, and rough.
It was the last thing Samantha dropped down for her before her departure. She had dropped it inside the cupboard.
Scarlett always read it almost everyday. She pampered and treasured the letter well.
Scarlett inhaled deeply, from the desk she sat down on and opened the paper, slowly.
The contents in the letter read thus;
To Scarlett,
I warned you not to tell Mum!
I warned you to keep it a secret!
No one believes me anyway that was I truly R@P£D.
Even Mum doesn’t believe me!
She keeps calling the rapist innocent and good!
Everyone believes he is an innocent Mr. Feel.
Anyways, He’s seriously sick and bedridden at the moment and Mum went to see him at the hospital.
Now, This is the right moment to leave.
I certainly can’t bear this pains and bitterness anymore. Its too much!
This anxiety, misery and discomfort!
Don’t ever look for me.
Who even knows if you will see this letter now that you were convicted and you are to stay 10 years imprisoned.
Goodbye.
From Samantha.
“Samantha. You know the RM compaines we talked and talked about,, I applied there for an interview. Wish me luck” Scarlett whispered and tears ran down her eyes.
PHIL’S MANSION***
Phil is taking is bath for the night. He stoked his hair as water from the shower went through it, down to his abs, and his biceps.
He’s handsome, manly and so hot. He has a Șëx¥ look and body which makes every female craves, and screams for.
“So cold” He muttered, and wrapped his white towel around his waist.
He walked out and now, he’s dripping and charming.
His wet and curly hair added to his looks. His wet and dripping body isn’t exceptional.
“Its been a long day” He said, as he took his lotion, facial cream and hair cream from his cupboard in his mighty and beautiful rich looking room.
****
Phil was sleeping now.
However, He’s sweaty and Mõ@ɲing in his sleep.
His body is shivering and he can’t help but turn his body and shake his head, continuously.
He was having a dream.
In the dream, His mother was hugging him tight.
He looked quite younger. Apparently, He is a high schooler there.
Phil was crying while his mother consoled him, hugging him tightly.
She broke the hug and looked at his face.
“Don’t worry, I will definitely protect you. Whether you R@P£D her or not, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you anymore”
Phil quickly raised his head up from the bed. He was breathing hard and sweating profusely.
He stood up from the bed, and rubbed his forehead.
“f_ck!!. Why did it have to come back. It shouldn’t be in my memory anymore!!” He screamed, facing the mirror.
“I h@ťě you!!” He shouted and punched the mirror hard which shattered and inflicted wounds on his fist.
He wasn’t perturbed by this. He stood up and walked to his laundry room.
He took out the trouser he wore for that day and brought out the cigarettes.
He was about to lit it when he heard his phone ringing.
He went back to his room and checked his phone.
He dropped the lighter but the cigarette stick remained in between his reddish tempting lips.
It was a private number.
“What’s this now? Calling me by 12:15am with a private number? You’ve got to be kidding me” He said, before answering the call.
“Hello?” He asked.
“Who’s this?” He further questioned.
“I. Will. ki||. You” A deep voice came from the phone and the cigarette stick which was still in between his lips fell down his mouth, and in slow motion, It crashed on the tiled floor.