Another boring day at college might be the therapy for all of this recent infatuation. The sociology call was boring, one could tell Melissa had no idea what the topic was as the lecturer summarized the last sub-topic.    Many of her classmates stare at her all through the class, they just had their eyes on her. Maybe it's because of the way Williams had been looking at her, he would call her, touch her and sometimes seize her pen like a high school crush.   Melissa quickly arranged her book in her locker as she, neatly placing each one of them accordingly to the size. On looking at her watch, she discovered it's few minutes to her ballet practice, and instead of going to her apartment, she should just go practice.    She felt like a goddess, an angry goddess when noticed Williams running after her to the changing room. Melissa thinks it would be cool if she spend some time practicing alone till the rest arrives.

  "What are you talking about?" Melissa asked confusion written all over her face as Michael ignore her and walks to the bed at the corner.    "Come here"  Melissa's eyes grow wide like they would pop out any moment soon. She moved back pressing herself against the door as she broke down, crying bitterly.   "Michael this is not you doing this" she tried to convince him.   "Do you think I am a psychic or what?" Michael lay with his back flat on the bed, both hands tucked below his head as he smile "You know I am not drunk".    Melissa didn't bother answering, she just watches around the room if she could see anywhere he had left the key. It didn't take long before she saw it, placed alone on the bed stand that he was on. How could he have locked the door and kept the key that far and she never noticed? &nbs

   The place was dark and stuffy, the only way air could penetrate is the small square at the ceiling, not bigger than a laptop. That only space seems to be the only source of light and a person would hardly see the face of the next person.   It was also silent, dead silent that all that could be heard is the slow humming of a weird song coming from the darkest edge of the cell-like room.   The noise of chains and unlocking was heard, disturbing the peace of the lonely jailbird. Well, not for much, the song stopped for a few seconds and continued after a while.    "Hello, Brother," The prisoner said from the corner cell, sounds of dangling chains filled the room then stopped "What will you tell father?"   "Hit the light"  Was the order that came from the second voice and immediately, the room was given light, Williams the second v

The worst way to get of bed on a Monday morning is to roll off the bed. Melissa had forgotten that she had been with Williams in his house and had not gone home.   He had refused to let her go saying, Michael might still be out and would want to harm her or do something bad to her.No matter how she begs him to let her go, he still refuses, saying he refuses her.   Deep down Melissa loves the way he is been too protective. He would follow her everywhere, do everything she asks and kept apologizing every day.   Last night, she had fallen asleep on a couch, with a plate of popcorn, and a bottle of coke. They fought over the remote until they agreed to make it turn by turn.   Bluff!! So childish!  "Damn!" She cuss as she stood up and ran to the elevator.   All through last week was totally was

    It was just like a bad dream, where Melissa kept hearing stranger voices. Although there were not so strange she want to pretend they were strange.    She felt been carried and moved so somewhere else, even when she knew the place was far, she felt safe.    She felt been moved harshly and some droplet of water drop on her face. Slowly, without effort, she turned to her left side and open her eyes, she immediately recognized the room to be hers.    "Melissa" Leah sounds worried, she shook Melissa again as she began to smile "Melissa" she turned to her back "guys quit fighting, she is awake"    Williams, Molly, and Sam rushed to her, almost hugging her immediately on her beg. They all look worried like she died or something bad had happened to her.    It took Melissa a few seconds to think before she remembered what had happened.   "I failed again" she cried "What