Love in turmoil

Nadia's povThe upbeat music playing in the club could do nothing to distract the crowd as they whipped out their phones and recorded the side show. I didn't even care about them or their expensive devices pointed my way, all I cared about was the freak who had felt it was his right to touch me just because I strutted around in heels serving drinks at this godforsaken bar. Pardon my language.The idiot's eyes were as wide as saucers as he looked at me, disbelief on his proud face. I bet he never thought I would react the way I did. It was one thing for me to flirt occasionally with the guests as it helped the tip jar, but I never crossed that line. Because of the experience I went through when my selfish sister decided it was time to drop me out of her life like I was baggage, letting men touch me just for fun was very hard. The three years I spent in that devil organization, disguised as an orphanage, before my godparents came to rescue me were the worst in my entire life. I had don

Eric VanhelsingI got out of the car, setting my face cap firmly on my head before passing through the throng of reporters standing outside the hospital. I did not feel the white light of the flashing cameras as I walked past them. The unending questions that I couldn't answer even if I wanted to annoyed the hell out of me;Is it true that Justin has gone back to taking hard drugs?Is it true he was recently charged for drinking and driving?An old man said he was almost killed by Justin tonight.Is Mr Vanhelsing aware of the accident?Do you have any statement to give on behalf of the family?What about your girlfriend, Diana. Why isn't she with you?Eyewitnesses reports he just left the club after a fight with his girlfriend, how true is that?The last question almost had me pausing, but I stiffled the urge to inquire what they meant, telling myself it was just a bait. As I stepped into the hospital, the uncomfortable feeling of ants running over my body came upon me, casting me bac

Eric's povYour lucky hour hadn’t been fully credited on the net because the place was more than packed. The ambience was soft, yet something about it gave it this energy that I could almost taste if I stuck my tongue out in the air. The brown wooden walls, the mixed tone lights, the bar standing proudly in the middle of the room, and the large stage with instruments on. This place was a place for people of all worlds. There was a massive brown brick wall by the right where people were sticking printed pictures taken at the bar. I even spotted some hand written poetry stuck to the wall. I looked up and saw the wall was named ‘Wall of stories’.Fascinated, I walked without thinking of where I was going, my eyes taking in everywhere at once. Luckily, a stool was evacuated close to me so I quickly perched my butt on it before it was taken away by one of the many standing nearby. A bartender whose blond hair was neatly packed in a bun, wearing a black t-shirt that had ‘Winky’ written in p