Fan Fiction |
by indigoluck
Ahem, first chapter, I hope you like them... lol..
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"Go away!" she cried and she threw the glass onto the wall and it broke into million of pieces.
"Miss Tsai, please," the man begged as he tried to stop her from destroying anymore expensive items.
The others upon seeing her dismay attitude, rushed to help the guy. They were not allowed to touch her, but under such circumstances, they had no choice.
....[In another area]........
He walked down the hallway and many heads turned to him. He had a huge group of men behind him. He looked strikingly handsome and a lot of the girls struck by his killer looks.
He had a serious face and he walked heavily to the end of the hallway, where the biggest door lay. His pace was quick and he eyes were murderous.
The men behind him all wore the same tuxedo so obviously, they were bodyguards.
He twisted the knob and flung the wooden door open. He scanned the room and saw a middle-age bald man sitting on a swivelling chair, taking in a puff of his cigarette and other men standing around him.
"Ah, Jay, right on time," he greeted and sat up andpushed the cigarette end into the ash tray. He snapped his fingers and a big suitcase was brought to the table, which stood in front.
Jay gave a small nod and looked sternly at the suitcase. A man from his gang went up to the table and opened it, he inspected every single one of its contents and finally closed it. "It's real boss," he said he took the suitcase off the table, and back to Jay's group of bodyguards.
Jay then threw a paper bag in his hand onto the table. He watched as the bald guy inspected the money.
"Yup, all here," the ball guy said happily.
Jay gave a small nod again then headed out of the room, disgusted by the way they looked at money. He went through first and the rest of them followed behind.
"Boss, she's acting up again," one of the men said. He had a mobile phone in his right hand and he stretched it out.
Jay's cold emotion suddenly turned into worried expressions and he snatched the phone away from the man, he dug his ears into the receiver and listened to what his men had to say.
"Boss, she's out of control, she's losing it, everywhere in the room is glass, she broke all of the vases and the glasses. She might get cut anytime and she's even walking on the floor bare footed," the voice on the other line quickly reported.
Screams and shouts could be heard. "I'll go right over there now, until then, keep her away from harm!". Jay shouted those words over and he quickened his walking pace. He flipped the cover of the phone up and handed it over to the man who answered it.
Quickly, he slid into the car and slammed the door shut, ordering the chauffer to accelerate and go faster, worried that Jolin might do something stupid.
...........[In a matter of minutes]............
Jay dashed into the mansion and ran straight up to his room. The body guards behind him stopped following, they positioned themselves at the bottom of the staircase.
Jay reached the entrance and was shocked to see glass pieces scattered all over the room. Some of the bodyguards were badly cut and they were outside of the room, sighing.
"Leave," Jay ordered and all of them left.
Jay walked into the room, stepping on the crystal glasses that were shimmering under sunlight. There was a Crack sound with every step he took and with every sound that was made, Jolin cuddled herself into the corner.
There were dried up tears on her face and she was looking at the floor, afraid of Jay's approach. There was hatred and sadness in her eyes. Her hands were wrapped around her knees and she was sitting on the floor, breathing heavily.
Jay's heart ached when he saw how helpless Jolin was. He loved her, but why didn't she love him? Why couldn't she?
He squatted down in front of her and sighed. He noticed her hands were bleeding. He reached out fingers and brushed off her fringes that were covering her eyes, but Jolin coldly pushed his hand away, then cuddled back. Her eyes were staring ahead of her all the while, never moving to Jay's eyes.
Jay was fed up with Jolin's attitude towards him. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her knees, he then shouted," Jolin! I love you! Why can't you love me?!" and he plunged down to give her a passionate kiss.
It was rough and painful. Jolin struggled and turned her head away, but Jay locked it there by pressin his lips harder on hers.
Tears once again started to from and roll down her cheeks. Jay could feel the wetness of her lips and he opened his eyes slowly, surprised to see her tears.
He pulled himself back and looked at her in a sad manner. "I'm... I'm sorry," he stuttered as he slowly let go of her hands.
Jolin cried silently, keeping all the whimpering to herself as she looked expressionlessly in front of her. She could feel Jay's arms carrying her, bringing her to the clean bed.
Jay carefully lay on the bed in a sitting position. He looked at her pitiful state and realised that he had caused all these. He turned Jolin to a liveless soul. From a cheerful, simple, happy girl, she became a ghost, a body with a soul, a girl with no happiness.
He bent down in front of her and licked away the blood. He cleaned it with some anti-sceptic cream and blew at it, not wanting it to stinge Jolin. He loved her so much, and he wanted her more than anything in the world. He took away her freedom, her family, he took away her everything, but he replenished her with his everything, yet she accepted none.
Jay looked up at Jolin's angelic face. Tears had stopped rolling down and it was all red and dry again. He brought her small hands into his and clapped them together. He bent his head down and rested on them," I love you Jolin," he whispered and held them at the position, not wanting to let go.
Finally, he let go of the angelic pair of hands and left her, there sitting on the bed. He took a final glance at her then, shut the door silently. "Jolin," he muttered and he swept his hand through his silky hand, asking the maid to clear the mess in the bedroom.
Jolin fell onto the pillow tiredly. She closed her teary eyes and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of what had happened then.......
...............[A year ago]....................
She worked in a nightclub but all she did was serve drinks and wipe the tables, nothing else.
She was ordered to serve the drinks to the customers in the VIP room and she did. She placed the tequilas on the tray and headed for the room, holding the tray steadily in her right hand.
She reached and entered it, knocking three times before going in.
There were three men inside, all young and good-looking. Jolin had a smile on her face and she carefully placed the drinks on the glass table.
One of the guys reached out and touched her thighs which caused her to jerk up and spill the tequila over him.
The young man grew angry and he stood up," Why... you bitch..." he cursed and reached out for Jolin, pulling her towards him and kissing her.
Jolin tried to push him away. His kisses were heading down, and he was unbuttoning her shirt to go lower. Tears started to fill eyes and she desperately wished the other two guys would stop him, but they did not, instead, they snickered.
Just then, the young man was pulled away and thrown onto the floor. Jolin felt a jacket flung over her. She looked up and saw the most handsome man carrying her.
They left the nightclub and Jolin had to follow the man back to his mansion. Who knew that he wanted Jolin just like how the other guy wanted him and that night, she was raped, in the very house of the man's, in Jay's bedroom.
She was kept prisoner there ever since, a high-class prisoner who could have anything she wanted.
She did not want anything but her freedom, but she never had it.
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Another tear rolled down her cheeks as the nightmare replayed. Her heart was never with Jay, she was just greatful for saving her, but she did not know that Jay had saved her, so that he could have her all for himself.
She hated Jay because of that and was disgusted in everything he did.
He loved her
Yet he hurt her
She hated him
She hurt him
He chose
But she did not
He chose her destiny
She did not
She was not living her life anymore, Jay was.....
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So, what do you think for the first chapter?
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