Volume III - Pilot Chapter Pt. 2

I felt shivers in my spine. But I knew this was just a troll who knows how to hack. So I'm going to go to bed.

The next day, it was a bright sunny morning. The day was fresh; birds were chirping, and roosters were alarm clocks for everyone to wake up for their most dreadful yet most amazing first day after getting my paycheck. I got up excitedly and was given today as my day off.

And I get to enjoy my money. I dressed up my gothic aesthetic dark clothing. My black denim ripped pants, black shirt, and black hoodie are all from Tribal, which is the Filipino version of a hot topic. Combed my slicked back undercut black hair. Wore my Puma black socks and black and white Converse shoes.

And a neon red fedora that had no label was made in China. I headed out of my house, and behind me, I saw a red door, and I wanted to paint it black. But I thought to myself, I'll do it another day. I locked the crimson-coloured mahogany front door, headed outside the house gate, and closed it after patting my white Husky dog, Iris, and the other black Doberman one, Roxy. And then walked away, sending me to the main road from the village streets of San Juan Nepomuceno.

I was a happy-go-lucky guy until once I turned to the next street corner to the main highway road. I felt a sudden sense of dread that chilled down from my spine down to the core of my soul. I felt like being watched. And just ignored it, thinking to myself I was just going paranoid and needed an extra dose of my meds. I waited for a jeepney, the public transport bus in the Philippines compared to America.

As soon as the jeepney came, I headed inside and paid my fare. Then, I put on my Razer headphones to listen to Glitch core and, as soon as I finally made it to the principal town of Guagua in the plaza. I hopped off the jeepney and headed to Cafe Beanismo.

A coffee shop where they have the most divine dark roasted arabica beans. I went inside ordered a triple shot venti iced espresso which was for taking out to smoke a cigarette outside of the shop. And once it came, I paid for it and headed outside to smoke one Marlboro Red cigarette stick. They even have my name on the cup, too.

I chugged the entire drink and threw it in the trash. Then, I heard quarrelling inside the shop. It was a couple who were shouting at each other, and it turns out that it was my favourite ex-girlfriend that I never moved on to, and her name was Angel.

She was wearing these aesthetic clothes all in white as if she's a rich girl with her boyfriend wearing the same aesthetics. I guess they were matching. This is one tea that I have to see.

I wore my sunglasses, so they won't notice my eyes looking at them and heard the girl had enough of her boyfriend being overprotective, toxic, and manipulative. She slapped him and threw coffee at him. Then she shouted at him to break up.

Then the guy left the store, and I tried not to seem to look at him by turning my head away, but my eyes hiding behind my shades still stared at him. He turns to me and says, "This is all your fault." with a menacing look on his face.

I went inside and sat with her, asking what had happened. It turns out that she told me about him once she saw me going inside.

She explained everything about how her boyfriend was a complete sociopath who is selfish narcissistic and showed too many red flags that didn't care about her but the way he wanted her to give him so he would feel superior to her inflated his ego, and he never gives back.

"Wow…" I exclaimed, surprised but in a quiet tone of my voice, "What a dick."

"I can't believe I left you for him." Angel said, "I didn't know why I left you. You were the sweetest guy I know and were super nice to me… maybe after this, you could go hang out at my place?"

"Sure. I'll pay for your coffee to make up with the one you threw at him." I kindly said.

"Thank you." She smiled at me and continued with, "But no, really, it's okay. So how've you been lately?"

"Well, I'm a bestselling author now. I just got my first paycheck from writing a book. I got 250 dollars yesterday from writing for a month for this one enormous company." I bragged proudly.

Instead of her feeling disgusted by my somewhat superior complex, she was happy for me and giggling, "Oh? What was the book?"

"Well, it's a book about a CEO billionaire vampire that is exactly what you might expect from 50 Shades of Gray."

"So, basically 50 shades of Gray, but the guy is a vampire."

"Not only a vampire, but he can also have the power to force people to do what he wants by the look of his eyes or by his voice alone. Because he's a dominant vampire. And the girl he likes is immune to him."

"Wow! I wouldn't have thought you could write something like this based on our childhood memories where you said these types of genres are your weakness to write and you wrote an entire book about it, huh?"

"Indeed so, indeed so."

She giggles and smiles, and I ask her, "What about you, Angel? What have you been up to lately? It's been a while. Since I dropped out, you left me for another guy. Ouch, double combo."

"Yeah… sorry about that. But I kind of want you back, though. Ever since I left you for that guy, the more days we were together the more I regret leaving for someone as amazing as you, James…" she puts her hand to hold on top of mine on the table, "And I want you back. That's why I'm asking you to go to my place tonight."

"Sure." I obliged.

Then, the night later. We made love onto the bed, and I went back home right after because I couldn't afford to lose my time at work for the following day. Then, I smelled trouble in the air. What is happening? I should ignore it. Then I went back home just to get a text on Discord. It was the same girl as last night. Her name is SAKURA.

"Good evening, my love!" she messaged me.

"Yeah, good evening. Were you following me?" I asked.

Then she sent a picture of her mouth kissing the same cup as I drank from today at the cafe, but her face was blurred. The cup still has my name on it. She was kissing the exact spot where I drank from the cup. I felt terrified.

"Are you cheating on me, James Robillos? Hm?"

I just blocked her from Discord and just went to bed. And I got a text from my primary inbox on my phone and not Discord this time. It was an unknown number, and it was still here.

"You can't escape, my love. It's our destiny!"

This bitch is crazy! So, I just chugged on all of my depressant pills and fell asleep until I woke up the next day, turning on the news of a dreadful morning just to come back from the reality of having to be forced to write for an entire month again. The nightmare repeats the cycle.

I turned on the news and reports how the house of Angel. They said she was murdered. Oh shit…

I got a text, "HA HA HA HA!!!" she says on the message.