SIZZLING SENTIMENTS

“We will stay on guard out here, miss Gia. If you need anything, we will be at your service.” Officer Martin says once we reach our hotel door,.

“Thank you, officer. I appreciate your help so much.” I courteously respond.

“Don’t mention it, Miss. We are all saddened by what happened to you in the last few months. We would never want it to happen to you or anyone else again. Rest assured that you will be well protected under our guard.” He adds, and I honestly appreciate this gesture.

I wanted to hire my own security guards after what just happened, but the head officer insisted on assigning these five security officers to me. I always hated the thought of being surrounded by bodyguards. I feel chocked by them. I never considered hiring them at any point in my life, but at this point, refusing their help is out of the question for me. I don’t know what those people want, but they surely want something. My sister and I are in danger, and we don’t know how great this danger is. Heck! I don’t even know who the fuck they are. But all I know is that that scare wasn’t just for nothing, and it is scaring the hell out of me. That wasn’t just a show. I am honesly shaken to my bones. Just that, I am doing an incredibly applaudable job at hiding it.

“Thank you, officers. I really appreciate this. And Martin, kindly keep me in the know about everything.” I say.

“I will keep you posted, Miss Gia. Rest assured, nothing bad will happen to you. You are safe with us.” He assures me again. “Don’t worry about a thing, ma’am. Just trust us.” He adds.

Yeah, right. As if I can be at rest or at any peace when there is some rotten moron out there trying to fuck with my peace once again. Honesly, this sucks! I thought I had conquered all after killing that son of a bitch. I thought all was over. I thought I could finally have my seventh heaven and peace after that day I killed that monster. What is this now? Where is this coming from, and why is it happening again? It hasn’t even been long since I got rid of that cursed monster. I have not even sampled enough peace, and some lunatic is out there trying to wreck it all for me yet again. God, why? Why does it seem like there is another catastrophe befalling me so soon, huh? Why is my life getting tangled with these sick maniacs?

“Alright, officer.” I nod to the officer as Grace pulls me inside.

She must have noticed me zooning out in the open. Well, why wouldn’t I, huh? I will not forget all those incidents today. And how that weird man in that black van was acting on my fear and anxiety. It is unnerving. It is giving me some paralyzing chills. Who would be after me again, huh? Some thug who wants to rob me off my millions that I have made from the music industry? No! Most definitely not. That is not how those people work. I mean, nobody gives you a warning that they want to rob you, right? So who are these bastards, huh?

“Don’t you find everything so strange,Gia?” Grace asks once we close the door to our hotel room while I throw my handbag on the floor and slam on the seat just beside the bed.

Only a dumb ass wouldn’t find this strange. It is actually not just strange but terrifying too. As much as I hate to admit it, this echoes with sounds of danger. And I so hate this feeling.

Scouring my face with my palms is not helping, even just one fucking bit. I cannot tell when I sprung from the seat to my feet and started pacing around the room like a restless, scared cat, but that is what I am doing. My mind is trying so hard to crack this puzzle, but to no avail. In all that I am thinking, I find my mind spinning back to that one name that I hate the most.

This is some fucking hot shit that I would give anything to not think about, but I just cannot help it! This name is so stuck in my head, like it never left, and I am scouring beads of sweat from the fear that that name instills in me.

But, just how wrong of me to entertain these thoughts, huh?

I mean, I killed the bastard myself. I delivered my promise to him and got the justice I wanted for me and every single soul that was his victim. I killed him. So why these feelings and thoughts? Actually, I am not entertaining them at all. The fact is only that they are all so ardent. I cannot help it. I do not want to think about this, but I cannot help but think about him. This is so freaking sickening! I want to howl at my mind to stop feeding me all these supererogatory fears. I want to convince myself that I am fretting over nothing. I want to stop all these unnecessary, loud rings of this cursed name. But how the hell do I do that?

“Your palms will be left without skin if you continue that.” Grace speaks as she stands before me, cutting my pacing and holding my hands. Yeah. My skin will peel off if I continue rubbing my palms like this. Damn these, whoever the fuck they are! “Tell me the truth, Gia, and don’t lie to me. You are thinking about the same man that I have been thinking about, right? Ejay?”

I snap my eyes at her as a robe of ice ties my lungs.

Ejay?

She is thinking of him too. Am I not the only one with that freaking name wrecking my mind?

“You are thinking of him as well?” I implore.

How ironic! He messed with our lives so much that he is fucking with our cool even in his grave. How dare he? Nkt! This man was indeed a real fucking doom! A terrible doom that can ever befall anyone!

“I can not help it, Gia, and I am almost dying from just the mere thought of of the possibility that..."

“I killed him!” I rapture Grace.

I did. Yes, I did! Everyone saw it, right? She saw it! All the girls did. The police know that as well! We all witnessed it!

“Then how can you explain what we are feeling right now, Gia? No matter how much I try to battle these thoughts out of my head, I just cannot. His name keeps ringing so loud. I am almost losing my mind over this, and I know you feel the same. And I also know that more than anyone, Gia, you are the last person who would want to remember that monster.” She spits the bitter truth on my face.

"Maybe we are just overreacting. We are just paranoid. We have not moved on from that dilemma with that monster, and that is probably why we are so triggered by this. I don’t believe that fate is that cruel or that he was such a special monster to be given a second chance in this life. He cannot resurrect from the dead! That man is rotting in the grave!” I say, and for some very strange reasons, not even my own words can console me. It is like I am trying to explain a theory that does not work for me.

“Probably, Gia! Probably! But then what can just explain this, huh? We have had just one enemy in our lives that stormed our lives months ago, and that is Ejay. We have no one else who would want to do this to us.” Grace says.

I discharged a bittersweet chuckle at her. Not that I term her words vacuous or cockeyed, but because I want to contend with that theory and that sense in all aspects. “That monster, Grace, is dead! He is gone for good!” I affirm, snatching my hands from her, and start walking to get my bag.

Paul!

Paul!

Paul! He has something to clear up. Just to clear my mind. This might help us move away from this Ejay thing.

“The problem is that we did not even check whether that monster died or not, sis!”

Fucking shiieet! That pieced through my heart, and I hope with everything that I have that I will never get to a point where I will say those words.

I stop in my tracks, almost freezing on the spot, but I fight all these paralyzing tickles and force myself to turn to my sister, who is shivering from the corner.

Really now?

Isn’t that a very, very corked, distrustful, and ridiculous hoax?

This is a very terrible joke, because I would not want to think, even on a lighter note, that that monster is breathing as we speak. And ludicrous because, unless the jerkwhore had two lives, he could never have survived those denumerable bullets, right?