Love and Dreams

October 10^th 2008

“No one knows the purpose of dreams. Some believe dreams are a glimpse of their future while others think it’s just our mind cleaning out the trash. Well no one knows. Everyone has their own perception….”  

I looked around the auditorium. It was sold out.

“This guy is some speaker uhh?” whispered the old lady in the seat next to me. “Dreams have always fascinated me. I often sleep just to see a dream to see what my mind has to say and let me tell you, she is hilarious.”

The talk was over. i drove back home but dint want to. But do I have a choice?  I fell face first onto my bed. This bed will never feel the same again. I would never see her again. Maybe.

June 3^rd 2007

“The meeting is in five Mr Wilson” my secretary chimed in. “In a minute Stacey” my voice sounded dead. The meeting went better that I thought. This company could be at the top. I thought.

The café was half empty. I looked at my watch. 5.50 p.m... This was unusual. This place would be packed with people grossed into their laptops. I sipped my coffee. Sweet. The coffee was always refreshing. I heard the door open and turned around to be taken aback. She was gorgeous her dark smooth hair cropped just above her shoulders. She took her coffee and sat at the table opposite me. She hurriedly went through her files and made a phone call. She must be important I thought.

I couldn’t sleep. Her beauty was haunting me. She was different from those other business women. I dint know where she worked or what she did all I knew was I wanted to see her again. Something inside told me I will.

It was six o’clock. The café was quieter than usual. I prayed she would come and yes she came. I went up to her grabbing a chair, sat down.

“Hey how you doing?” “I’m doing great” she replied in a calm tone. “I’m Wilson, Adan Wilson.” “Melania.” Her eyes were beautiful. I smelled her rose perfume. Intoxicating. She told me she worked at Branch connections. A place 10 minutes from mine. We talked for as long as I can remember. I felt something I never did in a long time.

“So I’ll pick you up at eight?” I hung up the phone. The day was warm and quite depressing. Stacey dint show up today. She went home to look after her sick aunt. I dint mind the extra work. I was too excited for my date with Melania.

I saw her coming down the stairs her red dress glowing under the dim street light. “You look lovely!” I exclaimed. She smiled exposing her shinning white pearls.

“How did you know I like Chinese?” she asked surprised. “Well I dint I’m glad you do” I replied slightly nervous.  We had a great time. We had a strong connection. I knew I would marry her, make her the mother of my children. I was happy.

It’s been two months since I first met Melania and nothing has changed. She was still the same great person I fell in love with. She cared for me looked after me. She was the kind of person I waited my whole life for.

“I’m nervous what if I screw up” she said softly. “You don’t have to be baby. They’re simple folks I’m sure they’ll love you” I said calming her down.

She helped my mom with dinner. “She’s a good catch you better not lose her son” my dad said patting my shoulder. She got along with my parents more easily than I thought.

Oh she was perfect. I cannot go one day without seeing her hearing how her day went. Saturday night was movie night horror movie night to be specific. We would cuddle up in our bed kissing and talking about how the movie should have been scripted. Her cooking was amazing. Pasta was her speciality.

Work was stressful. The board decided to expand our branch. I leaned on my desk typing lifelessly. I felt my phone buzz. “Hey sweetie what’s up?” “when you coming home baby I made pasta” she said depressed. ahh pasta I could taste it already. “Soon…just a few more documents. I love you” “love you too”

I reached my apartment to see the door wide open. “honey?” I called out. No reply. Where was she. I entered my bedroom grabbing my baseball bat. I got the shock of my life. The bed was covered in blood the sheet soaked red had a human form. I stepped closer hoping for not what I thought it was. I pulled the sheet to find her eyes open wide and a cloth inside her mouth. I screamed I started banging the wall. Her throat was slit a knife placed above her left palm. i couldn’t take it. My Melania. Why my Melania? I called it in barely able to speak.

I watched as they wrapped her body and take it away. I felt my heart melt inside. How can I get over this? She was my everything she made me complete. We made each other’s life worth living for.

June 3^rd 2008

I sat at the café looking at the door the door through which she walked in when I first saw her. Her smile her eyes her laughter. We came to this café together many a times it was our place. Now its mine only mine. The coffee was bad or so I thought. Everything was bad. life had lost it’s colour it’s meaning. Melania would often tell me how I should be more social. I regret it now. I had no one to talk to. Melania was all I ever needed now she’s gone. June 3^rd its exactly one year since my eyes first laid sight on Melania. This café. June 3^rd.

I opened my cupboard and took out a newspaper dated November 21^st 2007. “GIRL MURDERED FOR $20”. Yes that’s right those lowlife bastards killed her just for 20 bucks. They killed her for thrill to satisfy their pleasures. Fucking assholes. I lay on my bed her lingerie my gift hanging on the stand which she never got to try out.

October 10^th 2008

I lay on my bed motionless. She would hog the covers at night. I remembered. I hated it but I loved it. I dream often these days. She struck me on my face last night in my dream. I don’t know why maybe tonight she might give me a kiss. Maybe the speaker today was right, dreams are to clean our minds or reminding us to wipe out our past from our thoughts. Maybe Melania wants me to move on. The old lady’s dreams fascinated her mine did not. It dug up the past reminding me how happy I was. But dreams are the only way I get to see her to see how beautiful she is her eyes glowing her hand caressing my face. I felt it all my dreams.

Dreams have become my reality. Every morning is just another dream in my life. I wake up every night, I see her spend time with her kiss her and feel her warm breath….and one day marry her raise a family with her…I will always love her.

somebody's watching..

She lay on the blanket spread out on the floor with a transparent dildo inside her. her white heals strapped tightly onto her foot. she ran her fingers on her tongue wetting them and reached down pushing her dildo further inside and her thumb roughly rubbing her clitoris. she had brown shinning hair which partly covered her diamond earrings. her breasts were perfectly round and full of life. the cool breeze of the fan also added to the erection of her pink nipples. she handled her dildo well causing her vagina to open wide. she paused lying motionless her eyes closed.

she saw me by the door. she lay on left giving a perfect view of her fine smooth ass. she smiled at me her hazel eyes starring directly at me. she began to rub her asshole gradually inserting her middle finger into it her index finger working the dildo.

she ignored me now. i thought she forgot i was there. her moaning got louder and she climaxed forcing her body into total numbness. she pulled out her dildo licking it before tossing it aside.

she walked to me feeling my hard erection and slid her wet fingers into my mouth. it was warm. she leaned in for a kiss her breasts pressing against my chest. i let my hand rest on her bare bottom back. i smelled roses.

she stepped back turning around to pick up her black panties and disappeared into her bedroom.

i felt my phone buzz. "yes alex here..oh hey ted whats up?"

"How'd you like her" he asked in a desperate but calm tone.

"what do you mean?" i asked confused

"that masturbating chick, i saw it all"

"how?"

"well let me explain...her name is ashley my colleague and i had set up cameras in her home   which sends a live streaming to my computer....im watching you right now..i like your shirt."

"what..why?" i almost screamed.

"you saw what she was doing dint you that's why" he replied with a tone of accomplishment.

Justice you may say

The small lamp was bright enough for me to see her disfigured face. Her eyes were still beautiful despite the redness. Blood oozed from her nostrils onto her bare breasts. I pulled her hair back to see her left ear missing its earlobe.

She sat head bent down on the wooden chair I made especially for this. I held up her face and softly led my fingers over her tooth. Perfect. Her two front teeth shattered to bits inside her mouth. My hammer did a good job. I got a good deal on this hammer I remembered.

“Scream all you want bitch”  “where’s your Ryan now uh?...filthy whore”.

I could see the fear in her beautiful blue eyes when she saw me bringing out my chainsaw. Ahh the satisfaction. i stood behind the chair. “Well remember those papers you signed with those long fingers of yours?”. She clenched her finger hard tears rolling down on her cheeks. Yes she knew what I was going to do. I held the tip of her right index finger and began at the bottom. I held her finger in front of her face and shove it into her wide open screaming mouth.

I stepped outside lighting a cigarette. The wind blew the smoke into my eyes.

“You’re not going to get away for this you sick fuck.” She screamed with all her strength.  I heard the chair fall down. I went back inside.

“Oh are you hurt baby?” I asked stubbing my cigarette on her left thigh. She shook hard forcing the metal wire pierce deeper onto her wrists.

“There is no way Mrs Donna would allow that!” she exclaimed. “So I’ll pick you up at eight? You are going to love this place.” “I can hardly wait. Bye” she walked up to her door and waved. She was beautiful her golden hair cut short above her shoulders was perfect.

Mary and I were childhood friends. I still remember our special game we used to play in my backyard. She was there for me all the time and I for her. We shared no secrets from each other. We took a history class together in college and nothing had changed. I was going to marry her make her the mother of my children.

It was eight twenty and she did not pick  up her phone. Her parents told me she left with a girlfriend two hours back. I was worried. She would always let me know.

After four days of her missing she was found in a dumpster. She was gang raped which killed her, a slow painful death. Her body was almost unrecognizable her face mutilated.

Leslie. That was the first name that came to my mind when I heard about Mary. She had bad friends and had always tried to bring Mary close to them. No. Mary was a sensible girl she knew Leslie was nothing but trouble.

The case was never closed but I knew Leslie had something to do with this. She knew big people hence she was safe. I decided I would bring everyone to justice who killed my Mary.

Leslie began to lose conscious. I picked up her huge belt from the floor and whipped her. “Wake up slut” she could not scream any more. All her strength had drained. I stepped on her hair and kicked the chair. There was no much hair left on her scalp. Much of it had been burned and fed to her.