Anonymous

[ HAYLEY ]

//𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌//

I followed Rebecca, who is now my son's ex-girlfriend, after what happened at The Parfait a while ago. There were uncertainties in my mind but the thing is, I feel like she's worried about something. I can feel like she's anxious of something really, really huge that it haunts her. As a woman, I know she's bearing something and it could be one of the reasons why she broke up with my son.

I followed her after she broke up with him, and I feel like something is making her doubtful and skeptic of my son. I know what he said to him isn't something that she really wants to say. I feel like my instincts are telling me that she is facing something bigger; something that I have been on. Fear, mostly. She's fearing something. Commitment? I have no idea on my mind.

The wind was blowing and it's cold, almost whispering me things about my horrible past. The road is empty and wide, stalls are already closed.

I followed her as she walks alone here at 7th Avenue. She was crying, and filled with ennui. She's now dialing someone on phone that I know for sure, is a friend or a family member.

I was very motivated to know what she's up to, but something's bothering me: the fact that my son didn't even take the little gift that I made for him. But, at least, he touched it. At least, his vibe still lingers on it. Even for a short period of time, I know my son felt a sincerity from me even I was unknown to him. That alone made me seize the moment even just seconds of him touching it. At least now that I have this towel with me, I can feel him near.

But that was just a thought that I should set aside. Right now, I need to focus on what I need to know.

I was hiding, peeping at the back of a trash bin. I need to listen to what she might say or anything that would come out of her mouth. From here, I can sense that her chest is feeling heavy as her tears ricochet. She stopped walking midway the street, and caught her breath for a while. She took her phone out of her Birkin and started looking up for a contact. She's quite trembling.

(Phone ringing)

"Come on, Gina. Please.." She uttered after a ring or two.

I honestly cannot hear what the other line is saying because it was not on loudspeaker mode. But, I still need to decrypt her dilemma by the tone of her voice, and by the words she's going to speak.

"Umh.. Hi, Gina.. Uh.. Can we talk? I - I need company right now.." That's the next thing she said that I heard from here.

After moments, she started crying. I can hear her in jitters. I don't know what's clouding her but the fact that her voice is becoming louder, I can sense that her emotions are invading her.

"I - I messed up big time Gina. I just broke up with Bryan." As she said those, she cried louder than usual. This girl that she's calling in the name of Gina is kind of a familiar name to me. I feel like I've heard it before, somewhere. Though, I don't remember when or how.

The next things I heard were nothing but sobbing and her emotions covering her from head to foot. What I can sense here is something odd.

"Gina, it just makes me feel sad. I feel - I feel like I am the one who ruined him. You know he has issues, and this will definitely trigger it. I know he wasn't the best boyfriend that I had but he still made me happy, I won't deny that. I feel like.. I ruined a person who did nothing but make me happy."

She cried, louder. Ebbing like an ocean.

I don't know but I feel like she has another reason why she broke up with my son. I can see that she still loves him based on how she's concerned to his issues and all that. I am starting to think of a lot of reasons why she turned him down.

"You think so, Gina? He'll get over fast?"

The conversation was a bit unclear because I cannot hear what her friend is telling her. But based on what she's saying, she definitely cares about John Bryan.

"But he was gonna propose to me. Isn't that love?"

I almost think about this as a misunderstanding. They were too young for all of these. In order to know love, you need time. Or else, you'll end up having a man like.. like Stefano.

"You're right, yeah. Eight months. (sighs) I guess I'm just overthinking. Wow. That was a fast realization, Gina. Thank you."

She paused for a moment, her sobbing stopped and I don't know what her friend told her.

"Umh - More important, like what?"

"Uh. about that. Yeah, Gina. It was positive."

Positive? What does she mean by that. Pregnancy? Drug test? Covid - 19? What is she positive of?

"Umh, I - I still did not. I need more time."

The next facial expression she had was a sudden transition. She's becoming irritated by something. I can't tell what it is exactly.

"What the fuck? can we stop talking about this, Gina? I never told neither of them, okay? Yeah, it's - it's fine. It's just a very rough day. I'll call you again tomorrow."

As she said those, she hung up on her, and started walking again. That was a bit unclear for me. But the only thing I decipher, she's positive of something.

Is she pregnant?

If she is, then why would she break up with Bryan if he's the father?

That sudden moment made me feel like somehow, I and Rebecca, we are on the same boat.

***

[ STEFANO ]

//𝑷𝑶𝑽 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅//

"Hi. I need this right fucking now. Give me my usual dose. F25B"

"On it, boss. Will be delivered after five minutes."

I hung up. I need to stay relaxed for five minutes.. This is excruciating. My body is quite feeling tension so I stopped walking back and forth and agitatedly sat on the sofa to keep my temp low. I definitely need to think of the next things that I have to do to avoid another messy shit like this.

But wait. FUCK. What was that thing that Bryan wanted to show me a while ago?

NO. NO! NOT THAT!

As I sensed a caution, I involuntarily lift myself up and took steps to my room and held the door open. MY FUCKING DOOR WAS OPEN. Damn.

I ran towards my cabinet opened it to check my treasure. As I saw it, I took my storage box at the bottom. It was a red and gold box that I use to keep my, should I say, bitches. All of my bitches are the same fucking stupid women that I know for sure want some taste of me who also asks for it, even wearing some short-ass revealing clothes. Damn, this is getting right through me. I'm not cooling down, I can feel the tension rushing down my extremities.

I opened the box and checked every single photo.

HERS IS MISSING. THAT REBECCA TYLER, SHE WAS NOT HERE!

My head hurts. The back of my neck hurts. My hands are quivering in adrenaline. My body is frozen as block. Every single thing hurts. There, I started walking back and forth, again, with these pictures in my hands.

I was feeling anxious as my phone chimes out of nowhere.

I heard my phone beeped, and I immediately took it to see that my drugs are already here. Without thinking anything, I went downstairs and yanked the door ajar. My boy is standing still, with a cap on.

"Here's your dosage boss. F25B."

He gave me a lunch box; sealed and locked.

"Thanks, Bud. Tell Jason I will need more of this from now."

"Aight. Jason does have everything you need. You have a lot new meds to try."

The boy composed himself and acted like he's in a hurry.

"Ugh, look. You know I'm feeling tensed right now, I'm panicking. Fuck." I paused for a while and caught my breath. "okay, uh.. yeah, wait I'm just gonna go get my wallet for the payment. Come in."

He went inside my house and sat on the couch at the Sala, composed himself as his eyes wander inside the first floor. I ran upstairs go get my wallet. I was feeling agitated and stressed, like I'm fucking screwed up. Fuck this whole shit! This Rebecca Tyler is getting into me in so many levels I want to kill her!

I immediately got the amount of money he needed. I hurriedly ran downstairs and gave him the payment. He extended his arms towards me as he receives it, and placed the money inside his pockets.

"Thanks boss. Expect more crazy drugs coming."

"Yeah, yeah.. uh thank you for your service."

The boy just went straight out of my house as he received the grand. I never accompanied him out. All I know is that I will be in danger once that bitch, Rebecca Tyler, spoke to the police.

I NEED TO KILL HER BEFORE SHE CAN FUCK ME OVER.

As tension rises, I immediately punched a hole on the plastic where the drugs were placed inside of, and took a small amount of it in my table. I grabbed my credit card to align the powdery substance so I could snort it all. I need to feel relaxed right now.

"Good day, Pig."

I shuddered as someone of deep, gravelly voice spoke from my back. I blew away the drug I aligned as I startled. FUCK!

I looked behind me and saw a figure of a tall man with a mask on. I've seen this kind of mask before. It was from a group of hackers called The Anonymous. I felt more of the tension going on.

"Who the fuck are you?" I shouted as I stood up from the couch.

He walked towards me little by little, as he took a sharp sword from his back. It looked familiar.

A sudden imagery pumped in: John, he owned this sword before. What the fuck is happening? But this person, his voice, who is this?

He pointed his sword towards my chest and I raised my hands as a sign of surrendering. Fear covered my whole body. I cannot even move or say a word as he lifted the sword, touching my neck.

I felt fear rushed into my whole body. He is going to kill me. I cannot shout for help I'm feeling frozen as a block.. "No. no, please don't kill me!" I begged.

he just responded with one word: "Bye."

And the next thing that happened, the sword was pierced deep in my skin. Blood is everywhere; I hit the ground, barely breathing.

I saw him taking my drugs out of the crime scene he just made.