SAME MARKS

Chapter 7

Same Marks

As McCarthy rested in his chair, he had a short vision. He couldn't control his body. It came like a dream but he felt every touch. He saw something like a shadow, in a lady's form. The figure had no face but it had a head. It started to seduce him.

"Cursed is you. You're cursed…" shadow whispered into his ears, then luckily Gerald interrupted breaking Olivia's news.

"What do you mean by that?!" McCarthy, as usual, roared, "So where is she now?" He didn't talk about the shadow thing.

"I can't tell Sir," Gerald took a step back, as McCarthy got closer to his drawer in his home office.

He sat in his chair and hit the table, "Damn it! I will look for her when I am free. Get out."

Gerald, thinking he had lost his work, walked out with luck hovering over his head. He had come to tell McCarthy about what had happened but he wouldn't believe it.

"How can you mistake Olivia for someone else?" He asked himself, things messed up in his head.

"Hellooo, handsome… I have good news for you." Veronica came in swinging like a falling leaf, "she is dead now," she said and poured herself some drink.

McCarthy laughed and clapped his hands, "who's dead?"

She walked to her, gulped the drink down her throat, and poured a small quantity for McCarthy, "take this first," he took it and kept it in his mouth.

She kissed her and sucked the content out of his mouth and swallowed it herself, "I love you so much, boy!" She proclaimed and grabbed his balls.

"Huhh" he moaned and grinned his teeth.

His office was located at the top and had very transparent glasses from where someone outside and on the same level of height could see them.

He drew the curtains down, lifted the lady, and dropped her on the table. He began to strip her, "You called for this and I bet you, you won't stand 30 minutes here… " he kissed her neck.

"Our enemy, who else would we want dead if not for your stinking ex-wife?"

Hearing this, he resigned from the seduction, "I don't wish my enemies dead, girl. What are you talking about?"

Veronica held her breast as they fell when McCarthy left them, "Come on, she has nothing to think about!"

"Olivia is not my… " his head began to ache at the instant, " my…my … enemy." Blood rushed from his nose. He held his head and covered his nose with his handkerchief as he rushed to the bathroom.

He ran to wash it off.

"Are you alright?" Veronica asked, as she pounded on the door, "Are you allergic to my breast and pussy?" She foolishly asked.

"Get out, I don't want your fragrance." Again, with anger, lust, and hunger for sex, she packed her things.

"I am going and I will be back for you. I promise I love you! You can't ignore me the next time," confused, she spewed.

"Hold on," McCarthy came out, his white shirt stained with blood, " where did you hear the news?"

"This morning, on my television."

McCarthy watched her face for some time, and looked at his watch, "Olivia is not dead, and don't mention that name around me again!" His nose bled again and he rushed back to the washroom.

"That's a bad fragrance," he said to himself.

After he finished washing his face, he came back to his seat. He contemplated the news for a while but didn't want to believe me.

He called Gerald.

"Repeat what you said earlier," he leaned back, waiting for an answer.

"I think someone was also after. The person got there first and killed her in an accident in her car."

McCarthy laughed very hard," That girl doesn't even have money to get herself a bicycle tire, how much more a car?"

Gerald looked confused and lost, "I am sorry then, I might have made a mistake."

***

Four years later

"You can't also give me a child! This is two years of marriage, go to hell and our deal!"

McCarthy yelled, walking down the stairs. Veronica followed, pleading and throwing her hands in the air.

"You didn't even marry me, I am still your girlfriend and I am not bound to give birth to you, McCarthy."

"Then it's high time you started looking for a husband."

"You still have hopes of finding Olivia, right?" Veronica, finally down the stairs held McCarthy's hand, "she might be dead by now. That divorce document and its signing thing don't stand anymore. Let's move on."

"I said it earlier, find your husband."

He got out and drove his car away. He was on a business trip to Europe, precisely Canada.

Driving, he received a phone call.

"Hello, son." It was his mother, "I thought you were off to the hospital, I just learned you're on a business trip."

"Don't worry Mom, the doctor said nothing is wrong with me and I will be fine."

He said and cut the call. He did not want to be lectured on his health, mostly why his nose bled.

He would sometimes remember the words Olivia said to him before she left. It seemed to have affected him. That was the main reason he couldn't stop searching for Olivia all these years. Sometimes, a shadow would walk around him and be seducing him, it felt like a dream but the impact was more than a dream could be. Sometimes, it spoke to him, "find me and I'll lift your curse, my love."

That is why he didn't want to believe she was dead. His instinct, which he followed, told him she could be alive.

A message popped on his phone, it was his favorite online singer who would calm him with her voice. He would sometimes feel better whenever he heard that voice and it sounded familiar. He sent the account some royalties and dropped the phone as he continued his drive.

Soon, he got to the airport and flew to Europe. He had been there several times and knew how to drive.

On his way to his new rented apartment, a young boy of about four years swiftly crossed his path by mistake, luckily, McCarthy was vigilant. He turned the wheels and hit the brakes…

"Aww… " the child fell and started to cry.

McCarthy, so obsessed with kids, got down, and people gathered taking pictures of him.

The kid's attire had holes in it. It was a school uniform though, but was very dirty. No one would need to tell you he's poor.

"Are you hurt?" He asked as he picked him up.

"He is so handsome…" "He is so nice … " "Look at the smile on his face … "That's an expensive car and suit."

The people who had gathered recited, as they took pictures of him.

"Can I drive you home," he offered.

"Yes!" the little poor boy accepted, with a big smile on his face.

McCarthy passed by an ice cream shop and made it a memorable day for him.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Franklin. I have a big sister and I am going to give this to her." He said, pointing to the other ice cream in his bag.

"What's your name too?"

"My name is McCarthy Anderson."

The kid dropped the spoon, turned to look at him well, then swallowed the ice cream in his mouth.

"I have heard your name before… " he looked at his hand, there was a mark there. That's what the kid was really concerned about because he had the same mark on his left hand.

"How did we get the same mark on our hands?" The kid asked again.