Chapter 4: Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
ROXANNE'S POV
"You've been so sweet and helpful to me, Thank you" I said to Mara as we were heading out of the company. The cashier was the only "not rude" person the company had, except Tarella of course.
"We're to start our duty by 7:30 am tomorrow, isnt that too early?" Mara asked as a usual inquisitive person
"Mara, we don't determine the time we resume or close and
"Oh Tarella over here" I called out to Tarella as I saw her exiting from one of the many exits.
We waited for her to walk to us. She had a very elegant bossy walk that could give her out as a VVIP. Her long brown hair was flying in the air as she elegantly took a wisp out of her face. Her round face was made even rounder by the distance between she and us. I couldn't help but envy her beauty as I never ever considered myself much of a beauty
"How are you doing Roxanne? You look so refreshed" She said as she gave a gentle pat on my shoulder.
"Yes Tarella, I indeed feel refreshed thanks to Mara who has been my guide, though we are both new to the system" I responded breaking into a huge grin.
"Wow!! Mara you're such a sweetheart, taking care of her so well.
So how do you find life in the company?" She asked
"I can already feel the heat from the hell I'm about to experience.
Why's the CEO that rude?" I said before asking the much pondered question in my mind.
She shook her head before saying "I really don't blame him for his rudeness; anyone in his shoes will do the same. He's lost three girlfriends in the past three years"
"Lost them? Did they break his heart?" Mara asked not missing a chance to put in a question
"Breaking his heart would have been a better way to end things, but they were all killed mysteriously, found murdered in their room" She said sadly
"And worst of all the last, who was his secretary was so good to everyone in the company. She died a day before their wedding" Tarella said tearing up already
"I'm so sorry Ella, I didn't mean to hurt or bring back hurtful memories to you" I said feeling triply guilty as I consoled her.
"This is too much news to digest on our first day in this company" Mara said shaking her head so violently that I was afraid it might fall
"He's been rude to females especially, and has refused to go into a relationship since then" Tarella concluded as she bid her farewell and called a cab.
"I guess we say our goodbyes here. Where do you stay? I mean we can both go together if our destinations are close" Mara asked making a final wave at Tarella
"Uhmm... Not that close, I live at Kingfisher Street, three miles away" I said
"Yea I live a mile away from there, we could both use the same cab" she said as she made to call a cab
"No!!! I'd walk, don't have enough fare with me" I said waving and taking my leave before she asked more questions.
EDWARD'S POV
"I didn't want you to see me like this" My mom said trying to hide her face from my view
"No! Mom, I'd kill to see and be with you. Everything will be alright, your health will go back to its normal state" I said trying to ease her pain a little.
She managed a weak smile and said lets not lie to ourselves anymore, let's learn to face the truth. Eddy I'm dying, I can feel it in every breath I draw in my nostrils. I won't last longer, but my greatest wish is to see you married, but I don't want anymore dead bodies. I prefer dying in peace than in mourning"
"Mom! You aren't dying, I won't let that happen. Together, we'll find a way" I said as a tear dropped from my eyes.
She gave the weak smile again and coughed violently before saying "Let me go, I'll find peace in death. I can't bear the pain anymore, the weakness, the tears, I don't want to see you guys in pains again" She said as tears rolled down her shrunken cheek
"Did you find the killer? The culprit behind Sara's death" she questioned diverting the discussion away from herself
I sobbed, remembering the tragic incident, the blank look on their faces. Sara's death was the most recent and most painful. If not for my parents support, I would have ended my life and gone wherever Sara went.
We had all planned the wedding together, her family and mine. Everyone was looking forward to the D-day but she was brutally murdered. The horror done to her body was massive, for she was in a pool of her own blood. Her ear was cut off and there was a sharp slit on her throat.
I had bought a bouquet of flowers, hoping to surprise her but I was surprised instead. As I opened her entrance door and saw her lying lifeless on the couch, my heart stopped for a split second that it took thirty minutes for me to recover before I could call on the cops.
Her death made me a changed person. Each of the three deaths made me more rude and irritable than before. It molded me from bad to worse and from worse to worst.
"Mom! Let's not talk about them, they're gone. You need to focus on not going yourself, because if you go I will never love again" I said in between fits of sobs as i held my mom's hands close to my chest.
"Okay my dear, how's work" She asked stroking my tear stained cheeks.
"Nothing is fine, now you've been admitted into the hospital. I miss you mom" I said sadly
In response she laughed before replying "Do I usually go to work with you? How does my admission into the hospital make things less fine?" She asked still laughing
"Mom it's not funny, I mean I couldn't....
"I understand dear, but it's definitely funny" she said giving out her soft shrill laugh
"Go my dear, I can see you're spent. Goodbye, you can visit tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you." My mom said, bidding me farewell
"I love you Mom. Stay strong." I said before kissing her softly on the cheek
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I laid on my soft bed thinking about my mom's ill health. I can't recall a moment when she had ever fallen sick. She was always a healthy and vibrant woman unlike my sickly father. Who would've thought she'd be at the brink of death before my father who was a frequent customer to the hospital.
I thought of how fresh her skin used to look, and how proud of her beauty I was back then in high school.
Seeing the poor girl who came for an employment in my company, drew my memory back to my mother and how flawless her beauty was.
The poor girl was indeed not poor in beauty for her white skin was the creamiest I've ever seen. Her brown honeyed hair itched my tongue making me feel like kissing all of it. Her lips looked so soft that my spirit and soul had already gone out to have a kiss. Her faded polo could not hide the volume of her twin towers that stood dangerously erect, pulling my eyes closer to see through it.
Her nose pointed to the direction of love and when she apologized, my ears rang melodiously. Could anyone be compared to her enchanting beauty? The tiny shape of her mouth that would've fitted wonderfully with mine were resting there quietly. Her natural eyelashes were so long and beautiful that just a blink from them could quench fire.
When she raised her tear stricken eye at me, my breath seized. Those lovely blue eyes had me had me tranced.
I quickly snapped myself out of the fantasy. How could I be thinking of another woman, when my mom was at the brink of death? More so the fact that I had recently lost a would be wife.
Sara was the world to me; I could always drown in her eyes. Her skin was flawless too but was nothing compared to the poor girl's.
I realized that I hadn't asked for her name, and I was so much tempted to do so. I had secretly copied her contact digit from my system; a move I felt was stupid.
The enchanting picture of her lips, kept flashing in my head that I was going dead crazy. The red frosty lip gloss she used was dangerously driving me insane. I decided to make use of the telephone beside my bed to end this possession. Maybe if I could hear her voice just once, everything will be alright. I convinced myself that hearing her voice alone will end the possession
I tried to stop myself when I had dialed the first two digits, but my fingers were faster than my common sense. The phone rang for two seconds before there was a reply
"Hello" The angelic voice called out filling my body with electric shock and spasms. The way she pronounced hello got me smiling like a fool.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROXANNE'S POV
"You've been so sweet and helpful to me, Thank you," I said to Mara as we were heading out of the company. The cashier was the only "not rude" person the company had, except Tarella of course.
"We're to start our duty by 7:30 am tomorrow, Isn't that too early?" Mara asked as a usual inquisitive person
"Mara, we don't determine the time we resume or close and
"Oh, Tarella over here" I called out to Tarella as I saw her exiting from one of the many exits.
We waited for her to walk to us. She had a very elegant bossy walk that could give her out as a VVIP. Her long brown hair was flying in the air as she elegantly took a wisp out of her face. Her round face was made even rounder by the distance between her and us. I couldn't help but envy her beauty as I never considered myself much of a beauty
"How are you doing Roxanne? You look so refreshed" She said as she gave a gentle pat on my shoulder.
"Yes Tarella, I indeed feel refreshed thanks to Mara who has been my guide, though we are both new to the system" I responded breaking into a huge grin.
"Wow!! Mara, you're such a sweetheart, taking care of her so well.
So how do you find life in the company?" She asked
"I can already feel the heat from the hell I'm about to experience.
Why's the CEO that rude?" I said before asking the much-much-ponderedstion in my mind.
She shook her head before saying "I don't blame him for his rudeness; anyone in his shoes will do the same. He's lost three girlfriends in the past three years"
"Lost them? Did they break his heart?" Mara asked not missing a chance to put in a question
"Breaking his heart would have been a better way to end things, but they were all killed mysteriously, found murdered in their roo,m" She said sadly
"And worst of all the last, who was his secretary was so good to everyone in the company. She died a day before their wedding" Tarella said tearing up already
"I'm so sorry Ella, I didn't mean to hurt or bring back hurtful memories to you," I said feeling triply guilty as I consoled her.
"This is too much news to digest on our first day in this company," Mara said shaking her head so violently that I was afraid it might fall
"He's been rude to females especially, and has refused to go into a relationship since then" Tarella concluded as she bid her farewell and called a cab.
"I guess we say our goodbyes here. Where do you stay? I mean we can both go together if our destinations are close" Mara asked making a final wave at Tarella
"Uhmm... Not that close, I live at Kingfisher Street, three miles away" I said
"Yeah I live a mile away from there, we could both use the same cab," she said as she made to call a cab
"No!!! I'd walk, don't have enough fare with me" I said waving and taking my leave before she asked more questions.
EDWARD'S POV
"I didn't want you to see me like that," My mom said trying to hide her face from my view
"No! Mom, I'd kill to see and be with you. Everything will be alright, your health will go back to its normal state" I said trying to ease her pain a little.
She managed a weak smile and sailet usts not lie to ourselves anymore, let's learn to face the truth. Eddy, I'm dying, I can feel it in every breath I draw in my nostrils. I won't last longer, but my greatest wish is to see you married, but I don't want anymore dead bodies. I prefer dying in peace than in mourning"
"Mom! You aren't dying, I won't let that happen. Together, we'll find a way" I said as a tear dropped from my eyes.
She gave the weak smile again and coughed violently before saying "Let me go, I'll find peace in death. I can't bear the pain anymore, the weakness, the tears, I don't want to see you guys in pain" She said as tears rolled down her shrunken cheek
"Did you find the killer? The culprit behind Sara's death" she questioned diverting the discussion away from herself
I sobbed, remembering the tragic incident, and the blank look on their faces. Sara's death was the most recent and most painful. If not for my parent's support, I would have ended my life and gone wherever Sara went.
We had all planned the wedding together, her family and mine. Everyone was looking forward to the D-day but she was brutally murdered. The horror done to her body was massive, for she was in a pool of blood. Her ear was cut off and there was a sharp slit on her throat.
I had bought a bouquet, hoping to surprise her but I was surprised instead. As I opened her entrance door and saw her lying lifeless on the couch, my heart stopped for a split second It ik thirty minutes for me to recover before I could call on the cops.
Her death made me a changed person. Each of the three deaths made me more rude and irritable than before. It molded me from bad to worse and from worse to worse.
"Mom! Let's not talk about them, they're gone. You need to focus on not going yourself because if you go I will never love you again" I said in between fits of sobs as I held mom's hands close to my chest.
"Okay my dear, how's work," She asked stroking my tear-stained cheeks.
"Nothing is fine, now you've been admitted into the hospital. I miss you Mom" I said sadly
In response, she laughed before replying "Do I usually go to work with you? How does my admission into the hospital make things less fine?" She asked still laughing
"Mom it's not funny, I mean I couldn't...
"I understand dear, but it's definitely funny," she said giving out her soft shrill laugh
"Go, my dear, I can see you're spent. Goodbye, you can visit tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you." My mom said, bidding me farewell
"I love you, Mom. Stay strong." I said before kissing her softly on the cheek
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I lay on my soft bed thinking about my mom's ill health. I can't recall a moment when she had ever fallen sick. She was always a healthy and vibrant woman, unlike my sickly father. Who would've thought she'd be at the brink of death before my father who was a frequent customer of the hospital??? I thought of how fresh her skin used to look, and how proud of her beauty I was back then in high school.
Seeing the poor girl who came for employment in my company, drew my memory back to my mother and how flawless her beauty was.
The poor girl was indeed not poor in beauty for her white skin was the creamiest I've ever seen. Her brown honeyed hair itched my tongue making me feel like kissing all of it. Her lips looked so soft that my spirit and soul had already gone out to kiss. Her faded polo could not hide the volume of her twin towers that stood dangerously erect, pulling my eyes closer to see through it.
Her nose pointed in the direction of love and when she apologized, my ears rang melodiously. Could anyone be compared to her enchanting beauty? The tiny shape of her mouth that would've fitted wonderfully with mine was resting there quietly. Her natural eyelashes were so long and beautiful that just a blink from them could quench the fire.
When she raised her tear-stricken eye at me, my breath seized. Those lovely blue eyes had me tranced.
I quickly snapped myself out of the fantasy. How could I be thinking of another woman, when my mom was at the brink of death? More so the fact that I had recently lost a would-be wife.
Sara was the world to me; I could always drown in her eyes. Her skin was flawless too but was nothing compared to the poor girl's.
I realized that I hadn't asked for her name, and I was so tempted to do so. I had secretly copied her contact digit from my system; a move I felt was stupid.
The enchanting picture of her lips kept flashing in my head that I was going dead crazy. The red frosty lip gloss she used was dangerously driving me insane. I decided to make use of the telephone beside my bed to end this possession. Maybe if I could hear her voice just once, everything would be alright. I convinced myself that hearing her voice alone will end the possession
I tried to stop myself when I had dialed the first two digits, but my fingers were faster than my common sense. The phone rang for two seconds before there was a reply
"Hello," The angelic voice called out filling my body with electric shock and spasms. The way she pronounced hello got me smiling like a fool.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone