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Unattainable perfection episode 3

(Her hopes, his revenge)

Episode 3




Blue eyes.

That’s all I can think of as this lady who’s name I’m yet to know leans closer to me.

She bites her lips and I almost groan.

Hasn’t anyone told her not to bite the lips in such a manner in front of a guy?

I stare at her.

She doesn’t look like someone who regulars at a club.

She looks too innocent for that.

“You never told me your name”


she says and stumbles making me wrap my arms around her waist to steady her.

‘Mm. Alexandra”

I whisper, tasting the name on my lips.

“My name sound sweet when you say it Mr cutie”

she grins and I chuckle.

Yep, she’s definitely drunk.

“Come let’s clean your wound yea?”

I pull away.

She smears her bloodied palm over her bare thighs and I wince.

“Come on”

I lead her a few metres away from the club and stop when I come across an empty quiet, dark spot.

“Here, sit”

I gesture to the large rock.

She obeys quietly

. I bite my lip.

I need to get back to my brothers before they begin to think I’ve gone missing.

I sigh.

“Sit here and don’t move. I’ll try to see if I can find a pharmacy nearby. Stay put okay?”

I say and she nods gingerly.


“Come back soon please”

she pulls her knees to her chest and hugs herself.

She’s fragile.

Too fragile.

“I’ll be back soon”

I reply and sprint away.



One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Oh dear, why is he taking so long? Relax Alexa.

It’s been just a few minutes since he left.


try to convince myself but I can’t seem to relax.

For some strange reason, I seem to be scared of the dark.. I feel like I’m being watched.

I feel uneasy, dizzy and drunk.

I place my head on my kness and shut my eyes, rocking myself back and forth.

Please return soon Will.

Please. I pray gingerly.

I hear footsteps and my eyes shoot open.

“Oh thank God you’re back William. I was greeting scared and…”

My words get stuck in my throat when I realise the silhouette of the person standing before me was much taller, bigger and bulkier than William.

And it was not just one.

There were two of them.

I gulp, taking a step backward.

“Ugh hi. May I help you?”

I ask meekily.

They don’t respond.

They just keep their stance watching me with unblinking eyes.

I gulp again, feeling my anxiety rise again.

Surprisingly Will had managed to calm me down earlier but now?..

‘Umm.. Are you lost?”

I try again reaching into my purse for my phone.. Dang it! I left my purse in the club.

“Ugh… Seems like you don’t need my help s…so I’ll just ummm leave”

I turn quickly to leave when strong arms grab me, nails digging into my skin.

I wince.

“Not so fast Alexandra Wallace”

I shudder in fear.

How did he know my name? What do they want?

“What want? I.. I don’t have money. Let me go please”

“Oh as for money we’re gonna get a lot if we bring you”

the one who wasn’t grabbing me smirks.

His voice sends disgusting shivers down my spine.

“W…what do you want?”

I ask feeling my panic rising.

“Oh you’ll see. In due time”

the other says and begins to drag me.

Without thinking, my instincts set in and I sink my teeth into his arm biting as hard as I can till I taste blood in my mouth.

He hisses letting go off me abruptly.

Taking it as my cue, I turn and I run. But I don’t get far.

I don’t get far when I feel someone yank me from behind making me topple forward.

The bulkiest amongst the two grabs my neck.

I choke.

Colour drains from my face as I begin to pant.

“Look here lady, we’re not here to play games. We love to do a quiet and clean job, get our money and disappear. We hate when our victims try to make our work difficult just like you’re doing right now. Do not make me hurt you lady!”

He growls at me digging his nails into my thigh.

Gasping for breath and with his hand still choking me, I yank my thigh away causing the hem of my dress to tear.


let’s go off my neck and I break into a coughing fit, tears blinding my vision. He turns to his partner and begin to whisper something in a different language.

Seeing their distraction, I turn to run and yet again I couldn’t get far.

They were too huge for me.

Too strong.

I feel myself being pushed forward and like a flash,

I get the sense of a déjà vu as I topple forward.

A loud scream escapes me as I fall, hitting my head on the rock I was seated on earlier. I hear the rip sound as the scar on my left eyebrow rips open, save from it’s stitches making blood gush out..I I scream.

Pain shooting accross my entire system.

It bloody hurts.

“You fool!!”

Both men grab me and yank me up harshly, blood from my scar spilling down my face.

As they drag me, I don’t fight anymore.

I can’t.

I’m weak.




Quickening my steps I cross the road to the other side and make my way towards the spot where I left Alexandra.

I feel strange.

I don’t know why but I want to get to her so badly.

Clutching the polythene bag which contained the necessities I need, I rush even more.

I’m almost there.

Almost there.

Bang! I hear the high pitched scream and my eyes widen, my pulse accelerating.

It couldn’t be her right? The scream booms across the silent atmosphere and that’s when my legs begin to move on their own accord. Running with my heart on my sleeves, like I’ve never done before.

When I get to the spot, I don’t find her seated where I left her.

Instead, the street lights illuminates the tiny spot and my breath hitches.


Sprayed all over the rock.


I drop the bags and begin to walk frantically searching for her.

And that when I spot them. Two men who looked like they’d been lifting weights all their lives, dragging a bleeding Alexa.

“Hey you!!! Why don’t you pick on someone someone your own size?!!”

I growl rushing towards them, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

They stare at me for a second and then they drop Alexa before scurrying off.

Honestly, I didn’t expect them to run off without a fight.

They could have easily beaten me to a pulp but they just run.

I shake my head, tuning off thoughts of them and rush to Alexa.

Oh my God.

She’s bleeding.. F*ck! I dropped the items I bought from the pharmacy how do I clean her wounds now.

“Alexa, can you hear me? I’m sorry I took too long to come. I’m sorry Alexa. Alexa? Can you hear me?”

I gather her in my arms,pulling out my handkerchief to dab her wounds.

“Will… P..pill…. P…panic attack”

she stutters and it takes a while for her words to register. Pill? Panic attack?

“Alexa? Where are your pills? Tell me and I’ll get them for you. Where did you leave your pills please tell me”

I ask desperately but she doesn’t answer.

She’s beginning to hyperventilate.

Fear grips me.

“Alexa breath. You have to breath. Take in long deep breaths..

. Alexa come on! Breath!!”

All my efforts are in vain.

Oh Lord.

She needs to breath.

What to do? Glancing at her dress, I grab the bust and rip it apart to give her more space to breath.

I pull off my jacket to fan her and that’s when I feel a strong blow hit me.

I groan.. F*ck!

“You bastard!! I’m going to kill you!!”

A deep voice thunders behind me and I turn.

There’s an angry looking man with a woman and two men behind him.

“Sir I was only trying to..”

My words get caught in my throat when another blow comes my way.

I stumble back in shock.

“This is a misunderstanding sir. I was only….”

Another blow lands on my face and I groan spitting out blood.

The man pushes me aside and rushes to Alexa.

“Oh Alexa. My daughter. Look what he did to you…”



I hear my father’s soothing voice.

What I don’t understand is how he got to know I was here? Who gave him that information?

“Linux, get her into the car, have her take her pills and make sure she gets medical treatment. You,Mark stay here”

I hear father instruct his two bodyguards and soon, I feel myself been lifted off the ground.

What’s going on? Who told me father I was here? With great difficulty, I open my eye and that’s when I see her.

Alice. My stepmother standing behind father.

The witch! I’m sure she planned everything and then brought my father here.

Conniving b*tch!

“And you young man, you tried to r*pe my daughter!”

“No Sir…I..”

“Shut up! You think I didn’t see how her clothes are torn? The blood on her thighs and face? I swear you messed with the wrong girl this time. I’ll make sure you rot in jail!”

My father spits.

I want to tell him.

To tell my father William is innocent.

He’s just a good summaritan.

I want to tell my father those who hurt me have escaped but I can’t.


throat feels dry.

My eyes feel heavy.

My breaths are coming in short spams.

“Mark, take him to the police station. Make sure he doesn’t get bail. I swear you’re going to rot in jail for touching my daughter. Mark grab him!”

My father growls.

And that’s the last thing I hear before darkness engulfs me.



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