LOGIN"What if I betray you?” I asked and looking at him intently.
He put his hands on my belly, smiling, and kissed my face and said, "You won’t. I can give whatever you want, as long as you ask for it.”
"Really? What if I want your life?" I asked him again waiting for his answer.
He smiled and seemed to think that was ridiculous, "Silly girl, I will give it to you if you want.”
I certainly don't believe what he said. But the pain in the abdomen eased in his hot hands, and my tears slipped down and wet his shirt.
I lay in his arms and soon fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed that I had lunch with a lot of people, including my family, Jonathan, and Steven. I said to my father. "Dad, I had a nightmare that you abandoned me. Please don’t leave me." Dad touched my head and comforted me saying, "Silly girl, I promise that I won’t leave you."
In the dream, my father's voice was so pleasant, soft and melodious, the same as Jonathan’s. He had left when I woke up before dawn. I touched the pillow, it was cold, and I felt a little disappointed that Jonathan had left.
Having done numerous evil things, Jonathan was a suspicious person, thinking that people all over the world wanted to kill him. Thus, he couldn’t fall asleep peacefully without bodyguards taking turns to protect him.
I was unsure about whether he had other women or not, but he had never brought a woman home for the night, and he didn't stay with any other woman overnight, no matter how late, he just came back home. His pillow was exclusively for him, with a gun under it.
When I felt very hungry, I realized that I hadn’t had dinner, so I got up to search for something in the kitchen. I heard a strange voice downstairs. I saw a man slouching on the couch, he looked as if he had just had his hair cut. I noticed his narrow, triangular eyes, black, thin face, flat nose, and smile. His clothes were filthy.
“Tyler, what do you mean? Last time I gave you the money you asked for?" said Jonathan.
"Boss, I would not beg you if I had not been deceived by that bitch, could you save me for old time’s sake, I have been in prison all these years,” he pleaded.
"If you don't want to starve to death, you can survive in prison again for free food,” Jonathan blurted out.
"Boss!” he said in disbelief. The man named Tyler Cohan narrowed his eyes cunningly, "You enjoy a luxurious life here, and this little money I ask is not a problem for you," he said.
"Do you know who you're talking to?” Jonathan asked him.
"Never mind,” Tyler said. His eyes looked across at the valuable display in the living room, and he suddenly stopped speaking as he saw me, revealing an obscene smile.
"Desiree? Did I wake you up?" Jonathan turned to me when he saw the strange expression on Tyler’s face.
"No, I am just a little hungry,” I replied.
"Hey!" "Tyler hurriedly got up and greeted me," You’re the woman who belongs to Jonathan, you are young and beautiful."
"Desiree, go upstairs," Jonathan said. "I'll prepare some food for you."
"Yes," I replied.
When I went upstairs, I heard Jonathan said, " The reason I paid you a million dollars was so that you would stay in prison and remain silent, how dare you come to me again and ask for more! If it were not for old time’s sake, I would have broken your leg!”
"I’m desperate and have no choice," Tyler explained.
"Run!" Jonathan said, "Or I'll make you crawl out of here."
A little while later I heard the door slam, and Jonathan’s voice, "If he comes here again, I’ll break his leg and throw him in the prison." When I heard his way of dealing with others, I thought he had a mild temper and could forgive others.
I found out that was not the case at all, when three days later, he beat Tyler to death in front of me, out of the madness.
When I woke up in the morning, I looked at my red and swollen lips in the mirror and gave up the idea of going to school. I called Jonathan when going downstairs, telling him I wasn’t going to school because of some matters. He said it’s right and didn't even ask about what happened.
I got along very well with Steven. We had breakfast together every day and had lunch together after school. We talked about our lives over the past eight years, as well as his work which he was currently doing. I was casual when I was with him and forgot what I had said or what he had said.
Such a man was suitable to have as a girl's favorite lover, but he came back late. I had kept a place in my heart for him for eight years, but in the last few months, I didn’t.His hand stretched out across the table, grasping one of my hands holding the knife.
I was ignored during my high school days. The headteacher put me in the last row, turning a deaf ear to me, and most of my classmates in the class regarded me as an outcast, ignoring my existence.It wasn’t all their fault. I was an exception in the eyes of other students an
Jonathan put me into his car and kept silent. I also didn't want to talk. Seeing him light a cigarette, I noticed that his hand was bloody, there was a bit of glass in his flesh dyed with red wine. Imagining the feeling of applying alcohol on the wound, I couldn’t help rubbing my palm, feeling the sharp pain.
Drunk, I felt dizzy and sleepy. Somehow, I thought it was the typical style of Jonathan to use the word ‘instruct’, not the manager. I broke into the room where Jonathan was with a bottle of wine and two glasses in my hands, I didn’t even knock.There were not ma