✒✒ THE SURVIVORS?
#Episode_6
TWO YEARS LATER✔
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Yea. Linda and I have been waiting so long for this day. After two years of staying with her, I knew I was no longer the girl I used to be. The day I met her, I had refused to also tell her the truth about me. But whenever I thought of Mark, I knew I couldn’t go on not telling her.
One day, I was in her small living room. I sat on the couch, and I was lost in my thoughts that I didn’t know I was crying. I felt someone tapped me, and I turned to see Linda raised an inquisitive brow at me.
“Is there something you aren’t telling me?” She asked in her cool voice, and for a few seconds, I just kept on crying.
“Juliana, you know I’m here for you,” she said, concern evident in her eyes.
“They killed them…” I blurted out.
“Killed them!” She repeated and looked curiously at me.
“Yes. Linda, they killed my parents,” I said tearfully.
“Oh my!” She exclaimed and looked shocked. “Do you know those who did it?”
“Adams!” I said, and Linda shook her head. I knew she doesn’t know him, but I want her to know the name of the man that killed my parents.
Don’t be surprised! Willy is no saint. Those words c@m£ floating back and I told Linda about everything.
“Willy is just like his father,” I told her. “He’s dangerous and I can’t erase what I heard him and his Dad discussed.”
Linda felt really sorry for me that she cursed them, but that wasn’t enough to heal the wound and ease the pain in my heart.
The fact remained that I hate them, and my anger towards them never st©p.
She gave me the same advice Willy mentioned the last time we saw each other.
“Juliana you can’t keep running. How sure are you that these people won’t find you. You should do something.” She had said the day we discussed the issue.
During the time I stayed with her, we planned on going to the hospital for me to do a plastic surgery for my face. That way, I would be free, no one would recognize me and I would live my life. I disagreed. I never wanted to go un-der the knife. Why would I pretend to be someone else before I can live my life. Why! It breaks my heart, so I never wanted to do it. But when I realized that soon they would find me, I accepted to do it. I wouldn’t want to deceived myself because, I knew I couldn’t live the life have always wanted .
Linda introduced me to her work. It was true, that the day we met, where she took me was a place full of girls acting immoral.
She went out almost all the night and come back late at night or the next day. When she later told me she was a prostitute, of course, I never agreed to do such work. But all the time, I thought of the pain have went throu-gh, how I wanted to face Adams, and make him pay for the pain he caused me. I was lost in my mind that, all I ever thought of was facing Adams. For killing my parents, for separating my daughter and I. And trying to also kill me. I always thought of why he wanted me dead too. Wh y! And I realized I have a lot to find out.
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I l@ymy back on the be-d in the room the nurses put me. The doctor had promised that the bandage on my face would be re-moved today.
“Hello.” I heard Linda’s voice as she walked in.
‘The doctor is on his way,” she told me and I shifted lightly as I half sat on the be-d.
“re-ady for me Juliana?” The doctor asked, and smiled, ma-king his old face looked younger.
“More than re-ady sir.”
“Very good,” he said, and moved closer to me. “Now close your eyes,” he told me, as he slowly began to loose the bandage.
I was scared of how I would look,
and I silently prayed it come out perfect.
“You can open your eyes,” the doctor said, after he was done removing the bandage.
I was reluctant to open my eyes, but Linda’s voice persuaded me.
“Juliana, open your eyes. Don’t make it ha-rd on yourself,” she said and I heard the doctor’s voice also.
“Miss Juliana, open it.”
I slowly opened my eyes, and I was face to face to myself, as I stared at the mirror Linda held for me. A small smile curved myl-ips and I looked up at the doctor who smiled back.
“I can see you love what you see,” he smiled.
“WOW!” I heard Linda’s voice exaggerated, and I smiled.
“Miss Linda, plea-se see me before you leave,” the doctor informed and went out.
“Okay sir!” Linda shouted for him to hear and later turned to me.
“Juliana you should go in and change.” She stretched a go-wn to me and I gratefully collected it.
I went into the small room where people get to change.
Linda had been a great help, and I couldn’t help but admire her. She has the beauty, cool and funny. I looked at myself in the long mirror, the yellow go-wn hvgged my slim b©dy and my small curves. I stared at the mirror, as I t©uçhed my soft face. Beautiful and delicate.
No one can ever recognize me. You’re free! I thought but immediately my mind told me I wasn’t.
They killed your parents. Wanted you dead. And you
think you’re free when they might come after you once they knew it was you.
You have to go back and face them. Make them
pay. This is your chance.
I sighed and I felt a pain sh0t throu-gh my b©dy.
“Juliana!” Linda’s voice shouted my name and I quic-kly walked out of the room.
“What took you so long?” She asked.
I f0rç£d a smile. “Nothing. We should get going,” I said as we left the hospital.
When we got home, we ate and after some minutes, I decided it’s time we discussed me. I got up and sat close to Linda.
“I want to thank you for having me and taking care of me,” I sincerely said. “You’ve been a great help, if not for you…”
“Don’t thank me plea-se.” She cuts in. “You nee-ded my help, and I offered it. That’s all,” she said and I smiled lightly at her.
After a minute of silence between the two of us, I spoke up.
“I would be leaving soon,” I blurted out.
She turned her face to me. “I’m coming with you.” I suddenly heard her said.
My eyes wi-de-ned. “Linda you can’t!”
“I can Juliana. I want to help. You can’t face these people alone.”
I looked away. She was right, but it’s risky. Her life would be in danger. “Linda-”
“I know,” she said, cutting me off.
“I’m re-ady for whatever it takes. We are going to do this together.”
She faced me. “Let me help,” she slowly said, and I felt a tear rolled down at the corner of my eye.
“I’ll forever be grateful,” I thanked her.
“It’s nothing Juliana. I have someone who can also help.”
“No Linda.” I rejected the offer.
“I don’t want anyone else to know about this.”
“Yes, just relaxed,” she told me. “He’s just going to offer some help. The house we would stay in, the car we would use, and some other things. The man is just like an uncle to me,” she explained, and I accepted.
“Don’t you think you nee-d a new name?” Linda suggested.
Hmm… Never thought about that. That was a brilliant idea. I can’t go back there bearing Juliana, or else they might suspect so easily. And thinking of a new name.
“Sammy!” Linda said giving me a look to know if the name was good enough for me.
I smiled and nodded. “Perfect!”
“Then it’s done! We should start packing,” she said, got up and walked into the room.
Was that the right thing to do?
I kept asking myself, but at the thought of how my parents were sh0t, got me angry. Those people don’t deserve to go scot free.
Whosoever was involved in my parents death will have to pay.
The SURVIVORS
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#EPISODE_7
Finally we arrived into my town. Everywhere looked familiar. There were little changes though. Linda told me the man had rented an ap@rtment for us, and a car which I wasn’t expecting. When we got to the house. It was furnished and everything was just perfect for us to live in. Two rooms and a parlour. With a spacious kitchen and a very neat toilet and bathroom.
I entered one of the be-drooms and looked at myself in the mirror. Tall and slim with my small h!ps. I loved what I saw and that brou-ght a smile to my face. My hair fell on my shoulder and I looked at my fair skin. I felt a glow of pride as I looked at my face in the mirror. Artificial beauty I must say.
We arranged our things, and planned how things would start. Linda suggested we go to the man to thank him, find how to get some information about Willy and his Dad, then we can start planning how everything would go. I accepted and we decided to rest before everything began.
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Two days later, I gazed at my full length in the mirror. Satisfied by what I saw. The yellow go-wn was looking smoking h0t on me. It fitted my small h!ps and I felt very comfortable in it. I don’t know why I was getting this odd feeling of not going, but we nee-ded to appreciate this man for the things he did before we arrived here. It’s good to show some appreciation.
“Are you re-ady?” I heard Linda asked.
“Yes, but what would the man think of us?”
“Nothing Juliana. He’s not a bad man. All we are going there to do is to show our appreciation,” she said. “Besides, I did not tell him much of our plan. So relax.”
“Okay!” I replied, as we walked briskly to where we parked our car.
I wasn’t feeling myself. But I just have to follow Linda. It won’t be a good idea, telling her to go alone.
“So this man works in a bar?” I asked immediately we arrived there.
“Yes. He owns the bar.” Linda replied
As we walked into the bar. The place was crowded. h!ppop music blasting from the speakers. I looked around as Linda gr@bb£d my hand and dragged me till we bur-st into someone’s office.
“Mr. Malik.” Linda called as she hvgged the man who immediately walked up to us.
“Thank you sir. We really love the place you got us and the car was not expected so quic-kly.” She said.
He laughed. “Don’t thank me girls.” Mr. Malik said.
“Just tell me whenever you nee-d my help and I as-sure you its done.”
I felt a bit relieved. The man seemed nice the way he talked back to Linda.
“Mr. Malik, meet my friend, Sammy, the girl I told you about.” I heard Linda’s loud voice.
“Sammy,” she said. “Meet Mr. Malik.” She introduced us to each other, and we shook hands.
The man later stared at me, as he raised my right hand giving me a k!sson it.
“I’m honoured to meet a beauty like you.” He said.
A light smile curved myl-ips.
“plea-sed to meet you sir.”
“Take your seat girls.” He said to us as he brou-ght out a check giving it to Linda.
“Mr. Malik!” Linda almost yell out his name.
“This is too much sir. What you’ve done for us is enough.” She genuinely said, and I agreed.
“Relax girls. Just manage it and enjoy yourselves.” He grinned, standing on his feet as Linda hvgged him while I shook hands with him again.
Both Linda and I thanked him for his kindness before we went out of his office to enjoy ourselves like he said.
Everyone was busy dancing and having a nice time. Girls were shaking their bo-ob s and bu-tts, while the guys were busy watching.
“You wanna dance?” Linda smiled wi-dely at me.
“After taking my sh0ts.” I replied. Trying to enjoy myself like Mr. Malik said. At least for today.
Linda sat close to me and decided to have a drink with me.
“You can give me something strong too.” She said to the bar man.
“nee-d someone tonight before everything gets crazy. You know,” she said and I laughed.
“Juliana common. Let’s shake this as-s.” She said as we both gulped down our drinks.
I laughed really ha-rd . I couldn’t remember when last I laughed this ha-rd . It was a good feeling but it was getting out of hand.
I was laughing at nothing in p@rticular. May be I’m just happy.
“Juliana.” Linda shouted my name, so I could hear her because of the loud music.
“Are you okay?” She asked, but I gave no reply.
“What drink did you give her?” She asked the bar man.
“Same one as yours.” The barman replied.
I got up and gave a wi-de smile.
“re-ady to hit the dancing floor. You re-ady?” I asked Linda, who raised her eyebrow at me, but I ignored it and went to the dancing floor.
Everything was getting crazy. I’m not a good dancer but seriously, I was dancing like I was one of the best dancers on this floor.
I must have drank too much but the truth was, I was enjoying myself. So much fun to deny myself of. No one can recognize me and its finally feel so good to walk around without being scared of some people who are trying to hunt me down.
“Whooo…LA,LA,LA…” I screamed shaking my as-s as my w@!st danced to the rhythm of the song.
“Juliana.” Linda shouted my name.
“Just a minute, will be right back.” She said walking away from the dancing floor.
Few minutes later, I left the dancing floor. Back to the bar man to give me a drink.
Suddenly a voice spoke up.
“You sure you nee-d a drink?”
I turned to him, smiling at the guy. Could not picture his face but the voice sounded very familiar.
It was getting really h0t. He was a h0t guy, and he was ma-king all my b©dy h0t like hell.
You’re just having fun Juliana. Have fun. I told myself and gave him a small sm-irk.
“So, handsome…” Wait, did I just call him that.
I saw him grinned at me and I blu-shed lightly.
“Hmm…so what do you think I nee-ded right now?” I said teasing him a bit.
“Someone to make you feel good and forget all your worries.”
What! Make me feel good. This guy is really crazy.
He even has the gut to say that to my face.
“You’re crazy.” I whispered laughing at him. I was sure I really did not know what I was saying.
“Do I look like a S-x maniac? And talking of a man…are you sure you’re capable to make a S-xy girl like me feel good?” I said tou-ching his che-st with my index f!nger.
“Looking at you,” I win-ked, “I don’t think you can handle me.”
A self satisfied sm-irk plastered on his face as he looked at me.
Good lord! He’s so handsome.
s£nding him a jaunty smile as my hand stro-ked his hair.
His laughter was rowdy and full of fun.
“You sure can’t know until you feel it.” He said to my face and t©uçhed my cheek.
Feel it. I thought, and at once, he gr@bb£d my w@!st and pu-ll-ed me on his l@ps.
As I landed on his l@ps, I felt something poking me un-der and I could feel how ha-rd he was.
My eyes locked with his, and I boldly swept my index f!nger against his lowerl-ip. His eyes narrowed, dark, lvst evident in his eyes, and immediately he bent my head and hisl-ips t©uçhed mine. I wra-pped my arms around his n£¢k as I k!$$£d him back. He de-epened the k!ssand his ton-gue reached into my mouth.
Heat flushes rippled throu-gh me, swelling my br£@st with a heaviness I didn’t recognize. His hands were tou-ching every p@rt of my b©dy, as he brou-ght his mouth to my n£¢k and k!$$£d it. I felt my b©dy embr@ced him more, as I reached for his p@n-ts.
He suddenly broke the k!ssand it caught me by surprised.
I couldn’t utter a word just when I heard him say,
“Let’s get a room and I can make you feel better.”
I really did not know what I was doing. I wanted to st©p, but my b©dy craved for his t©uçh and my whole b©dy wanted him to do more. As he said those words, I followed him, but I silently prayed, I don’t regret it.
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To_Be_Continued✔