Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

My gaze landed on Derek sitting on the chair with his head bowed. His grey suit was drenched with blood, and his silver hair was all messy with blood dripping from It.

The sight alone sent a brusque bolt of shock right through me, and fear crawled over my body, pinching my skin.

“De–rek.” I tried to speak but I was choked with tears. I couldn’t hear my voice either as I slowly dragged my feet toward him, with shaking hands.

I knelt in front of him, with my hands placed on his both laps. “Derek!” I patted his lap gently.

But I got no response from him and fear prickled at the base of my spine. I could feel the tingling course through me “Derek!” I patted his lap again. But still no response from him.

_Is he dead? _

Monalisa think positive! I scolded myself mentally, as my thought was already running wild. I felt sweat cling at the back of my neck, dempening my hair.

I stood up from the ground and raised my hands to his face and raise it.

His eyes were tightly shut, and he wasn’t breathing either. _Is he dead? _ This was the only question reflecting in my head, and I have tried to repeal those thoughts but they kept forcing it.

“Derek! Wake up!” I shrieked in panic, I stroked his shoulder hard. But he didn’t open his eyes neither did he move a finger.

Tears uncontrollably streamed down my jaws, I couldn’t believe that Derek was dead. My world crumbled right in front of me as I held his suit collar. “Derek! You can not die.” My hand flew across the air and hit him so mightly on his cheeks.

_Sorry_

Unexpectedly his eyes flew open and snapped shut almost immediately.

“Derek! It’s me, I’m here for you.” I held his jaws, pulling them slightly. I quickly ran behind him and slid my hands under his armpits, wrapped my arms around him, and began pulling him up.

“Arggh…!!” I groaned in discomfort because Derek was so damn heavy to carry. But I still tried to drag him up with all the strength I could master.

But the more I tried to pull him up, his weight would drag him down. I raised my gaze just in time to see Diane striding into the room, folding her hands nervously. But I knew better.

“You bitch!!” I stormed toward her like an angry cat and pounced on her and began ripping her hair so hard without mercy. “What have you come here to do, huh!!!” I slapped her across her face still yanking her hair.

Anger thrummed through my veins, as I felt a flicker of irritation. The pain and anger fuming inside of me was so raw and deep. I wished I could bury her deep into the ground to never see her ugly face ever again.

She only whined out in pain but never fought me back. She only gripped her hair just to pull it away from my tight grip, “Can you let me explain?” She suddenly pushed me away from her and screamed in my face.

I scoffed loudly, and tossed my hair behind my ears, as I showered her with my bloodshot eyes. “You are just shameless! How dare you show up your disgusting face to him, after all you have done!” I fired back at her, sauntering toward her, while stood glued on her spot, staring back at me.

“Get lost! We don’t need you here.” I added and ran back to Derek and began Dragging him up but his weight overpowered me once again.

“I can hel—–”

“Just go!!” I snapped.

But she totally ignored me and strode toward Derek and gripped his arms, “When I count 1, 2, and 3, then we pull him up together.” She instructed avoiding my gaze.

With her help, we both dragged him out of the dark room. But on our way, that female groaned came again and we both halted and gaze at each other. “Let’s go, Derek is getting more heaver.” She quickly dragged him and I hasten my step to meet up with her.

I wanted to ask her if she knew about the strange voice, but I repealed those thoughts because I don’t want to start any conversations with her; not to make her feel comfortable with her.

We finally came out from the main door, and Diane led me to another round of stairs. We walked up the stairs and she stopped right in from of a golden door.

My gaze wandered around, but I only found three doors, unlike the down stair which had about 8 doors.

She input 5-digit passwords, which I never got to invade, and the door gave way for us to pass in, which we did almost immediately.

We walked into the dim light room, and we slowly slumped him down on the room couch. Diane withdrew away from us and stood a few miles away from us with her arms clasped under her breast.

After giving it a second thought, I bend over to Derek and began searching for his cell phone. I needed to call Doven as soon as possible. I searched his suit jacket pocket and I luckily found it.

I pressed the power on, and the screen came to life. But unfortunately, it required a password code to unlock it.

I reckoned what to input into the password box, but nothing was on my mind. So I input what I felt would be the password code. “BUNNY” I quickly input the name he was fond of calling me, but his phone displayed, “WRONG PASSWORD! TRY AGAIN.” I somehow felt hurt and disappointed. My shoulders fell on sadness, as I stared at the phone blankly. Not knowing what to do.

“Input Rebecca,” Diane spoke up, leaning on the wall, with a smirk playing on her lower lips.

“And why would I believe you?” I scoffed loudly. This lady standing right here in front of me is not to be trusted. Not after what she did to Derek, and I finally knew what she was capable of doing.

“Because that’s the correct password he has been using for 5 years now.” She quickly turn on the room light, “That is becca!” She pointed at the uncountedable pictures and frames, hanging all over at evry coner Her smirk grew wider than before.

My eyes wandered around his room with my jaws drooped. The lady i saw in the pictures was so beUtiful and elegant with her small figures. She slyed all threedress.

_why the hell is Rebecca’s picture everywhere. _

My gaze never left hers, as input Rebecca on the password box, and surpressly it unlocked. _She was right anyways_Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I raised my gaze to her but quickly averted It to the phone I was holding. I went through his call log and found out that Doven was the last person he called. I dialed his line.

After a few rings, he picked up. “Mob….”

“It’s me, Joanna. Where are you.” I interrupted him amisted tears, as I fixed my gaze on Derek, while I spoke.

I heard his breath out loudly over the phone, “Thank goodness you called back. I was calling Mob non-stop, but he wasn’t picking up.” He muttered with worried licensing in his voice.

I averted my gaze to Diane, who glared at me. “It’s a long story but I will tell you everything when you come back. But first, we have to save Derek, he’s dying.” I averted my gaze back to Derek.

“I can’t come at the moment but listen to what I’m about to tell you.”

I Listened attentively.

“You have to pull out those bullets from his body and burn the bullet holes with a hot knife. After that, wrapped up his wound with a black fabric to prevent infection. I will come with…” He was still talking when the call disconnected.

“Hello! Doven!” I screamed but I couldn’t hear him from the other end. I ended the call.

_Let the work begins_ but deep down I was scared.