Wrenched

        William reluctantly gave her a ride to Robert Johnson's house. They exchanged goodbye's and she watched him drive off before turning to face the 'gigantic' sight in front of her. Although the house was quite a distance from where she stood, she was able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful sight in what was Robert's Johnson's house. Better still, mansion. She made her way to the front gate and was just about to hit the bell when a tall, huge man with a compressed face emerged from nowhere startling Theresa. As if his height and size wasn't enough, the grim expression he wore complimented the huge scar he had on the right side of his face, making him look intimidating. "Theresa Gray?" he asked in a deep voice.She gave him a brief smile and nodded. "Yes." He drew open the seven feet steel gate and pointed towards the victorian like building far away. Her eyes followed his long fingers and she let out a sigh calculating the distance of the

           The heavy rain pat on her window, the constant barking of her neighbour's dog and the terrific rumbling of thunder, all contributed to Theresa's splitting headache that morning. She had awoken feeling light headed and at the same time, the pain of what seemed like the inside of her head being pulled apart. She'd spent the better part of the night explaining to William why she hadn't made it to their dinner date the night before. No sooner did the conversation change to Robert Johnson and her job as a journalist in his agency. Having wondered why he'd been so techy since she got this job, she finally confronted him about it. He hadn't given any rational explanation to anything so, she resigned to leave him to his paranoia and went to bed.          She rampaged the first aid kit for aspirins or any other analgesic drug but with little success as the only thing closest to a pain reliever had expired. Exhausted an

        Although Mary had been laid to rest, she was even more popular in death as the mystery surrounding her death stirred up many questions like who killed her? Why was Mary Johnson killed? And, New Times Daily captured all these headlines in their papers. Theresa ran all the way from her office to the conference room where her colleagues were patiently seated, waiting for her to complete the circle. Just at the entrance, she quickly straightened her black thin skirt and smoothed her hair before entering the room. Certainly, everybody's gaze turned to her but she particularly avoided Sam's face as she searched for a vacant chair. Her shoulders fell when she found that the only seat was right next to him. She cussed. Robert told her she must be early in whatever dealings they might have together. And for the first time, she showed up late to the meeting he had called for. She muttered an apology as she took the seat, only to be met with a harsh glare. Oh God, w

"What can I do for you detectives?" Robert threw his coat to the settee in his office and took his seat in front of his desk. Detective Stones and his partner, Veronica Hade had arrived at his office a few minutes ago as he's secretary had called, saying she found a note in his mail. It was a rumpled sheet of paper with red stains all over, his secretary thought to be blood and the words 'They're next' was written boldly in another bright red colour she suspected to be blood. Staring at the note threat in front of her, she instinctively called the cops immediately. Robert glared harshly at his secretary and it immediately registered in her head that he didn't like the idea of contacting the police before telling him anything. So, she cut her conversation with the cops and ushered them into his office."Your secretary found this note in your mail," Stones was the one to speak as he placed the sheet on the desk while Robert reached for it to scrutinize the paper. His first thoug

            Once it was five, Theresa hurriedly completed all she had to do and left the office. She went to the grocery store and bought some food stuffs to prepare William's favourite meal in a bid to make up for all the time she had missed with him and particularly because she felt guilty for having a sex dream about Sam Johnson. Again, not a sex dream! She slapped herself mentally. When she arrived at the apartment, she took a quick shower, turned on the sound system and started cooking through the help of a YouTube video she had downloaded. Hopefully, the pasta comes out just as good as the one in the video and taste as that of the Oakleys diner. Just in case none of those things pan out as expected, she ordered a box of pizza. She also got a large bowl of ice cream which they were going to eat whilst watching a movie, like old times. She would eventually fall asleep in his arms and he would you tuck her into bed. A wonderful night she had planned