LAST NIGHT**
“Please, don’t barf on me,,, huh” Scarlett said, as she carried him on her back.
Many people who saw this duo laughed, and talked wondering why a girlfriend was carrying her drunk boyfriend.
“Aiish! You clearly told me, you knew how to drink well!” She shouted.
“Oh no!” She snapped, after hearing him making puking sounds.
“No, You don’t!” She snapped and threw him down.
“Oww…” Phil groaned.
Scarlett quickly bent down.
“Hey, Where do you stay?” Scarlett asked.
Phil slowly closed his eyes.
“Do you wanna know something?”
“Yes, please. I wanna know where you stay” Scarlett answered.
“No..No..No” He shook his head, moving his pointer finger to and fro against her face.
“My parents are causing my eyes to rotten! Their s*x life is mehhh!” He exclaimed.
“Can you please quieten your voice?You shouldn’t be talking about your s*x life outside like that” Scarlett whispered.
“Wh@ťěver, My father never grows up and mother complains a lot” He chuckled.
Scarlett sighed.
“I guess it because they are still young. They gave birth to me at their early stage of life. While in high school to be precise. They were 18 and 20 years old apparently… Luckily, they both come from extremely rich family” He explained.
“Okay. Okay then. But we have to go, Hop in” Scarlett turned over, showing him her back.
Phil looked at her back, and suddenly kissed her cheek.
“What was that for!” Scarlett shouted, and held her cheek.
“That’s for being my drinking buddy” He winked, and slumped back to the ground.
She gasped aloud and hit him.
“Hello!! Geez!! Wake up!!” She said at the top of her voice.
***
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What memory was that? I mean,, whose memory was that? Certainly, not mine!” Phil shook his head.
“Oh no! f_ck! Phil, What the hell was that!” He yelled.
“Don’t worry, Breath in, breathe out, Yeah,,, that’s it. At least, you won’t be seeing her anymore!”
“f_ck! Still, What made me say all that?” He slammed his palm against his forehead.
“I…I even kissed her cheek?” He whispered and wiped his lips.
“Yuckkkk!”
“Dylan?” A cop called.
Dylan looked at his colleague.
“What’s up with your brother?” He asked.
Dylan took his eyes to Phil who stood at the door, behaving funnily.
He looked back at the cop coldly.
“He isn’t my brother. Now, get back to work”
The cop cleared his throat, and bowed his head lowly.
“I’m sorry. Forgive my manners” He uttered before walking out.
Dylan sighed and looked at Phil who didn’t stop talking to himself. He was also hitting his forehead, cheek and wiping his mouth.
“What’s wrong with him now?” Dylan shook his head.
He stood up and went closer to Phil. He tapped his shoulder, and Phil flinched.
“f_ck. You got me scared for a second there” He complained.
“Are you alright?” Dylan asked.
“Well, I guess…”
“I think you are still afraid of the thr_@t. Is that why you are behaving this way?”
“What?…Yes,, Yes… I guess” He forced a chuckle.
“Don’t you think its better you hire a fit bodyguard?” Dylan asked.
“What? Body…guard?”
“I’m just saying”
“Hmm… I’ll think about it”
“Okay then. Give me a reply. I’ve got lots in my beck and call for you and they are all perfect”
“Oh,,, Okay”
“And…Phil, treat your fist. It might lead to a scar” Dylan advised.
Phil blinked and looked at his fist, which had little cuts here and there.
He remembered punching the mirror in his room last night.
“Uhm…Yeah,,, Thanks. I’ll do so”
Dylan nodded, and finally walked away.
****
Phil went to his office.
He had no secretary and because of that, no one bought him contracts, schedules, minutes books, meeting books, etc.
He was so bored.
“Tomorrow is the interview for the secretary job but I’m gonna make I fire them all” He said.
“I just need Mrs Keepers back” He sighed.
Just then, the door opened and a young girl who happens to be in high school came in.
She had a smile on her face, as she tightly held the straps of her bag.
Her uniform was neat and well ironed.
Her skirt was so short but she wore a long stockings which was white and clean.
“Oppa” She smiled.
Written By Sommy Pearl F.
Phil inhaled deeply.
“Oh…Beverly” He muttered.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in school,,, or are you done for the day?” He asked.
Beverly rolled her eyes, and came closer to his desk.
“Aren’t you happy to see me? I’m really happy to see you, Oppa” She giggled.
Phil forced a laugh.
He wished he had never met Beverly. She was so obsessed with him.
She liked him and always followed him everywhere. Her wish was to get married to him. She was only 17.
Phil knew her when she was just 11 years old.
“Oppa! Your hand!” She exclaimed sadly, when she saw the bandage.
“Huh? No…It’s fine.. Just a minor injury” Phil retorted, and kept his arm behind.
“Oppa? I received the gift you sent me” She smiled.
“The gift I sent you? I never sent you anything” He shook his head.
“What was that?” He asked.
“I didn’t open it. I saw it outside the house and from the package, Your name was there. I haven’t received anything from you and i was so excited to even unwrap the present-
“Where is it now!” He asked, aloud, standing up.
“Huh? Its in my bag” Beverly shivered slightly.
“Let me see”
She nodded, and opened her bag.
She took it out and Phil snatched it from her. He kept it on the table and unwrapped the gift.
“Ahh! What’s…that?!” Beverly shouted, and fell down on the ground with her butt.
Phil ran his red eyes around the office, and gulped hard.
He looked back at the content and there was a dead pigeon which was dripping blood.
On it was a small paper which was written; I Will ki|| You. It was written with blood too.
Phil clenched his fist.
“This person knows Beverly too?” He thought and looked around.
“I’m being watched. The person is around me or probably close to me” He muttered, as his heart pounded extremely hard and loud.
“What’s happening, Oppa?” Beverly cried out, shaking.