A Random Blog of Everything I like
My last short was a series,I know that I should continue that series…but it seemed that the pictures from Creative Writing Ink keeps of drifting away from my story, Aqeela and Me. I am not going to abandon it because I have the idea how the story goes here in my head…but I need a picture to continue it.
For now, I decided to do another story. The kind I am good at, Thriller…or maybe this time you can call it as Romantic Thriller, if such genre exist😉
This story is highly influenced by Full Dark No Star by Stephen King.
It’s a bit long…I hope I didn’t drift too far. I am trying to write longer short now. Tell me what you think of it, give me the worst you can come up with. This is the first draft, do let me know if there are some typos. Thanks🙂
This week’s picture from Creative Writing Prompt is
“He did it!!” shouted Michael, “I swear he did it! He threw a lighter into my sister’s room! Why can’t you believe me?”
“Michael, Listen!” The DA said, “There weren’t enough evidence and you are not an eligible witness. Your words won’t win against his words”. The DA looked so sad. He believed Michael but the law is the law and he had no proof.
“Hi, my name is Jack. I am here for the interview,” Jack put his best smile to charm the interviewer. He had been rehearsing his possible answers because he wanted to get the job really bad. It would be a good opportunity for his future career. Working as the assistant of one of the most successful man in city would ensure him a great path towards a bright future. The interview lasted for about half an hour.
A week later, Jack was called back to meet Mr. Roan in person. He was the owner of the biggest retailing company in the city. People said that he was an arrogant and annoying man. He kept changing his assistant for the same reason over and over again, they were not competent enough. Jack charmed Mr. Roan. He was impressed with everything Jack said. Jack’s resume was also flawless. He thought maybe Jack could be his first competent assistant.
Jack started working in the company the next day. Jack worked really fast and efficient. He swallowed every bad words directed at him by Mr. Roan. Although Jack was Mr. Roan’s dream assistant, but he won’t admit it that easy. The thing was, he had reputation to keep.
A beautiful woman with long black hair opened the door.
“Excuse me, I am Jack. Your dad asked me to pick something he left at home.”
“My dad? How can you be so sure I am my dad’s daughter, whoever this dad is!” she said a teasing smile painted on her face.
Jack was a bit lost before he realized that she was teasing him. He smiled, “You know, I have seen your photos everywhere in your dad’s office.”
“Ah..ah..Busted!” she smiled back. “I’m Kayla. You must be daddy’s new assistant he’s been talking about.” Kayla gestured at jack to follow her.
“He talks about me?” Jack asked, “Nothing good, I supposed.”
“On contrary, he praised you as one of his reliable assistants. And I can assure you so few of reliable assistants.” Kayla emphasized the word so while smiling.
“Really?” Jack tried to look surprise, Kayla didn’t see his instant smile of victory. “He always scolds me and keeps saying how terrible my works are.”
“Well…that’s daddy!! He doesn’t want to look weak by admitting you did a great job.
“You seemed to know so much about your dad.”
Kayla handed Jack the forgotten paper that Mr. Roan forgot to bring. She smiled and said, “Let’s just say, to him I am always his little baby.”
There was something about Jack that attracted Kayla. Jack seemed to have the same feeling at her. Since that day, they often went somewhere together. Mr. Roan didn’t say anything because his forgotten paper was meant to be forgotten.
“Urgh…where am I?” Kayla woke up with a heavy head. She remembered falling asleep on Jack’s bed but what she saw now was not Jack’s room. The room was filthy, the reminiscence of a burned house. She could see tall building through the window. She knew some of the buildings. She wasn’t too far from the city after all.
The sound hurt her head even more. She looked for the source or the sound and found a man dribbling a basket ball leisurely, taking his time as if he had a tough opponent in front of him. She recognized his feature. “Jack, where are we?”
Kayla tried to get up but she could, she was tied from the neck down. “Welcome to my house Kayla. Isn’t the view lovely?” Jack turned his body to face her. He was smiling his sweet smile. “This was my room. I shared this room with my twin sister, Michelle. She was a nice girl. A bit weak but very sweet. All I wanted to do was to protect her from any harm. We were so close together.”
Kayla explored the house with her eyes.”Why is it burned? And why am I tied like this?” Somehow, Kayla could guess the answers to her questions. It chilled her but she still wanted to hear it from Jack’s mouth.
“Once upon a time,” Jack squatted in front of Kayla who a lying helplessly on the floor. “A man passed outside that window. He looked around, judging whether anyone saw him or not. When he was sure no one saw him, he threw a lighter into this room. The problem was, the lighter was lighted and it hit the oil lamp on that small table.” Jack pointed to a non-existent table. “The fire spread with high speed, swallowing my sister in flame.” He moved his face closer to Kayla’s. “My mom tried to save her but she was also caught in the fire. My dad carried me out and when he went back inside to save them, a cabinet fell down and hit him. Odd, don’t you think? It was a fire, not an earthquake.” Jack moved closer and started whispering in her ear, “and the worst past was The Killer got away!”
“And you think my dad is the killer?”
“I DON’T think he is the killer, I KNOW he is the killer because I… FUCKING… SAW… HIM!!”
“But Jack, the court proved him innocent.” Kayla tried to sooth him. She looked at him and despite all Michael could still see her love toward him.
He stepped back and stood erect, “My name is Michael. Don’t EVER call me Jack again!!”
“He didn’t do it Jack!! And if he did, I bet he felt sorry now,” she begged.
“Sorry?” Michael squatted in front of Kayla again, “Sorry you said? That fucking pig didn’t feel sorry at all!! I made him drunk two weeks ago, I wanted to be sure that it was all a mistake and he didn’t do it. I started to like him and you, of course. But that pig blurted it all out, he felt no regret at all for killing his partner because he wanted to start his empire by himself. Your father laughed at it, he thought he was so fucking clever. That night, I wanted to squeezed his neck and blow his head to pieces. But I contained myself. I need to get back to my original plan. I …”
“I’m sorry for what my dad did to your family,” Kayla cut his words, “But revenge brings nothing, it won’t bring your family back.”
“No it won’t. But it won’t bring his family back either. Don’t worry dear Kayla, I won’t kill your daddy. His death will only bring him happiness…and that’s why you here. He loves you more than anything as I love my sister more than anything. He took the one I love the most and I will take the one he loves the most…you!
For the first time since she met him, she finally understood why Jack was always so distance. Kayla tried to struggle. She knew then that she had to escape from him. She tried to free her hand from the rope that bound her. But the bind was too strong. Apart from her hands, Michael had also wrapped her body with sheet to avoid any unexpected action from Kayla. Even if Kayla could untie her hands, she still couldn’t get out from the sheet around her body.
Kayla felt hopeless. She tried talking to his heart. “Don’t you love me Jack? Even just for a moment?”
Michael snorted, “Jack might love you once, but not me!!”
Michael took something from his pocket and laid it down near Kayla’s face. “This is your father’s murder weapon.” It was a burned lighter. “An eye for an eye, you will die the same way as my sister and my parents. Don’t worry, I will be there to comfort your grieving father. He will love me like I am his own son. And you can see from heaven how I tear his life bits by bits till he has nothing. I want him to feel the pain that I had been carrying for the past 20 years.”
He kissed Kayla’s cheek and closed her mouth with a cloth tape. Kayla looked back at her, her eyes were full of pity and sadness for both Michael’s lost soul and her own life. She still couldn’t fully hate him, even when he started pouring down gasoline onto her body. She tried her final hopeless struggle.
“Bye bye love!”