Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

I watch her walk passed me, walking back into the building in a mocking manner. The smirk on her lips grew wider, as her gaze never left mine. While I followed her behind.

I had so many evil thoughts buzzing crazily In my head like; beating her to blur. Or barg her head so hard on the hard wall till she loses conscience.

But I quickly compelled those thoughts and decided to focus on how to find Derek instead. I won’t deny the fact that I can feel his presence in this house. I meant; that his dark aura still suffocates the air, and this only happens whenever he is close by.

_But where could he be? I don’t even know my way around the building. Where then will I search for him_

We got into the sitting area, and she slowly slumped on the soft couch, breathing out in relief, with her right hand placed on her chest. She turned her gaze to me, “Go have your shower. He isn’t worth your worries.” Says Diane.

I scoffed loudly, “Where is Derek!” I bent and yelled in her face, whose eyes were filled with hatred and disdain.

Her face was cold and void of all emotions. But I didn’t miss noticing that pain and sadness that flicked crossed her eyes every passing minute.

“You…” I trailed off when I recalled there was no point talking to her anymore. She won’t say anything tangible to me.

I ran up the stairs and began pushing every door my eyes lay upon. And each room I opened, I glanced around briefly and screamed his name afterward. I have never been so tense like this in my life before.

Because if I could remember the last time I acted so desperately to save a life; was actually when my pregnant mother was raped to death and my father was burnt alive. I was visibly scared for Derek because I understood what I was feeling right now. Because I saw Derek, being shot in his shoulder right in front of my eyes.

I can’t afford to lose another loved one who I held so dear in my heart. I might Lose my family but I’m glad I found love and peace in Candy, Idris, and Derek. They are all I’ve got and I will never let any hurt come near them.

“Derek…!!!” I screamed in a loud voice, and my voice echoed loudly in the simple beautifully decorated room. This has been the 8 rooms I have entered in search of Derek and it was silent just like the rest of the rooms.

I exited the room and moved to the next room because the rooms were lined up in rolls. I tried to turn down the door handle but it was locked, and I wondered why. I made another attempt, but all to no avail. I decided to move to the next door.

I again turned down the door handle, but it was locked too just like the previous one. I shoved my fingers into my hair in frustration, with my right hand resting on my waist. I drew my lower lips in between my teeth and bit it gently, and my gaze wandered around, with my brain reckoning on what to do next.

Abruptly my gaze averted to the floor and I was stunned to find a single key laying on the doorstep. I furrowed my eyebrows and crouched to the ground and picked up the key.

I examined it for a while and noticed it looked so rotten and old, contemplating where it might’ve fallen out from. Without giving it much thought, I strode back to the previously locked door and inserted the key into the door hole but unfortunately, It was still locked.

I moved to the next door where I found the key, and inserted it into the door hole, luckily instantly the door unlocked. I breathed In relief and slowly pushed the door open and strode inside. Everywhere was dark.

I closed the door behind me when I finally walked in fully. “Derek?! Are you here?” I tried to adjust my sight to the darkness of the room, while I strode deeper into the room. Each step I took caused shivers to run down my spine, as the room was calm like the cementary.

“Derek!” I called out again and stood gluming in my spot with my both hands resting on my waist as I sighed in disappointment. My whole body was really hurting, and at the same time, I was covered with sweat.

_Derek, where the hell are you? _

I veered around and made to walk out of the room, I suddenly heard a faint sound, which made me flinched in fear with my hands clingy against my chest.

_What is that sound? _

My eyes glanced around in alarm, as I waited patiently to hear the groaned again.

But after 2 minutes, the sound never came again. I tried walking away again, and when I tried to turn down the door handle, the groan came again. But this time, I heard it so loud and clear. The voice was filled with pure anguish and pain.

“Derek! Is that you?” I called out when I noticed the groan didn’t stop coming. I gently began to follow the sound of the voice, which led me to another brown door that was covered with dust and curbs.

The voice was coming clearer this time and it sounded like a female voice, like she was locked behind this closed door. I tried to push the door open but it was locked.

All my attempts to open the door went in vain as the darkness of the room wasn’t doing me any good. I tiredly laid my back on the wall in dismay, and I felt something bumping my back. I veered and touched the wall, and it was the light switched. I breathed out in relief and quickly turned It on, and everywhere shined brightly.

But was stunned to find two brown doors In front which I never knew, and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I strode forward and placed my both palms on the first door and leaned my right ear, trying to know which door exactly was the voice coming from.

But I heard no sound. I proceeded to the next door and leaned my ear on the door. But this time the groan came out faintly and weak. I began knocking on the door continuously, “Derek! Is that you?” I screamed and never stopped knocking.

“Bu…. nny.” The only proof, I wanted hit my eardrum. His voice. It came out like a whisper but I heard him. How much I’ve missed him calling me that and I would never get tired of hearing him call me that over and over again.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

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DIANE P. O. V

I threw the glass of vodka I was holding across the wall in fury.

Both hands clutched into fists, as I felt my blood boiling in rage. Because I don’t understand why my plans are always failing. All my several attempts to eliminate Derek always ended up in the mud.

I have tried poisoning his food, but I end up seeing him the next day, healed and hearty. I tried to discard the car brake, but he ended up returning home, without any bruises or scratches.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number, after a few rings he picked up.

“I’m sorry, he escaped.” He shamelessly spilled.

I chuckled dryly, “You mudafucker! Just a simple task, you missed up on my whole plan!” I angrily growled. Wishing he was close to me, I would’ve transferred the rage on his body.

“You know Mob Derek is strong and can’t easily go down. We need a smart strategy.”

“Kiss your payment goodbye. I’m not paying you a dime!” I angrily hang up the phone and thrust it aside…

_She shouldn’t be feeling any remorseful or care about him. I have to do something! I have to build that hatred in her heart. Derek must pay. Becca’s death won’t go in vain_

_Where is that bitch anyways. I’ve to find out what she’s up to because I will use her as my tool of revenge. _ I rushed out in search of her.

I ran up the stairs and headed straight to where I locked up Derek. The moment I saw the reflection of the light, I knew instantly that bitch had found him.

I tiptoe close unnoticed, right behind her. The sight I met made my jaws drop because I couldn’t believe what she was holding in her hand.

Her hand was wrapped firmly around a long metal rod, and her body was already drenched in sweat, as the determination was visible in her eyes.

I was thunderstruck at her strength, as she began to hit the padlock continuously with all strength in her. But yet the padlock was strong, and unexpectedly my lips curved into a smirk-of course, I made sure I locked him up with the most strongest padlock I could ever find. No way she would succeed.

Immediately, “Oh my God! Derek!” I heard her cry out and ran into the dark room which she successfully opened, after much attempt.

My smirk was swiped off and replaced with a deep frown.