Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers Read Online Free Page B
Author: A L Gray
did he say? And do not be coy with me Derek, I want to know everything; do not keep a single thing from me."
"Anile..." he starts but nearly doesn't finish, "Mr. Darks has paid your father fifty-thousand pounds to cover your uni fees. Please, you cannot tell him I told you, he made me promise."
My face heats, my eyes widen.
"That Bastard! What does he think I was? An indecent proposal! Why I... I'm going to give him blue balls!" I almost scream.
"Anile, you cannot tell..." I cut him off immediately.
"Oh Derek, be quiet and forget my father! I will tell him I overheard your conversation. I need to take care of this." I snap as I walk back into my bedroom.
I pick up my phone and to my amazement, I have a text from Elijah! I stare at my locked I Phone screen and wonder whether to open it or not. All I can see is the beginning of his message – know that if you decide to go out,
My curiosity gets the better of me.
From: Elijah
Know that if you decide to go out, and I quote - get stinking drunk - this end of town, your entrance will be rejected everywhere.
Your safety is important to me Anile and I will not have you childishly put yourself in danger.
I have a job for you; CB's Law Firm has accepted you with my recommendation.
You start Monday at nine a.m.
Take care Princess.
I grab my throat and gasp for air. My tummy pangs in pain - "stress, this is stress." I mutter to myself. I'm furious, utterly furious. I need to put this Bastard in his damn place - fast! Every pub in London cannot reject me or my money! That's a thought - I wonder if my father accepted Elijah's money.
"Derek." I shout.
"Yeah?"
I walk out to the living area and as I do, I notice that I'm still in yesterdays clothes; yuk! Focus Anile!
"Did my father accept Elijah's money?"
He nods his head, "Elijah was insistent and your father knows better than to argue with such a man, Anile."
I am so damn angry - Lyssa has possessed me! I storm back into my bedroom while mentally chanting, "breathe, breathe, breathe," over and over. I lay down and try to imagine a mentally acceptable way out for myself - I come up with nothing.
I stare at my flowers - deep red roses. I inhale their scent, desperately trying to feel peace and serenity. My room is also full of calming colours – beige’s, pinks, whites, even my furniture is white - I want to feel as calm as my room! "Please!" I beg, my hands firmly grasping my face in aggravation.
After a while, I accept what I need to do. Being angry will not help me - I just cannot quit myself of Elijah this way.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
William Blake , he had the right idea. I need to tell Elijah how I feel. A simple Text will have to do - calling him will only result in war. Once I have told him the facts, I need to move on.
"Damn I need a large whisky!" I gasp.
I tap my phone screen, wondering what to write. After a few deleted messages, I suddenly wiz all over the keypad and push send before reading it back.
To: Elijah
Know that I am no longer your problem. Leave me alone, stay out of my business and move on - I am. I just want you to know that, I am not sorry I met you, because if I didn't, we would not have shared a wonderful evening together - I might add - (before you ruined it) but I am not going to nitpick. I want to be happy and also want that for you to. Take care of yourself x
I feel... sort of relieved that I finally told him to leave me alone - expressing your wrath really is a great solution as appose to bottling everything up.
I quickly decide a night on the town is well needed - time is of the essence - I need to get the hell out of my apartment and get so drunk that my brain turns into scrambled egg!
In one hour, I'm almost perfect, apart from my glowering red eyes - Elijah's quote about tears being the souls inability to show ones restraint, really is true. I should learn
"Anile..." he starts but nearly doesn't finish, "Mr. Darks has paid your father fifty-thousand pounds to cover your uni fees. Please, you cannot tell him I told you, he made me promise."
My face heats, my eyes widen.
"That Bastard! What does he think I was? An indecent proposal! Why I... I'm going to give him blue balls!" I almost scream.
"Anile, you cannot tell..." I cut him off immediately.
"Oh Derek, be quiet and forget my father! I will tell him I overheard your conversation. I need to take care of this." I snap as I walk back into my bedroom.
I pick up my phone and to my amazement, I have a text from Elijah! I stare at my locked I Phone screen and wonder whether to open it or not. All I can see is the beginning of his message – know that if you decide to go out,
My curiosity gets the better of me.
From: Elijah
Know that if you decide to go out, and I quote - get stinking drunk - this end of town, your entrance will be rejected everywhere.
Your safety is important to me Anile and I will not have you childishly put yourself in danger.
I have a job for you; CB's Law Firm has accepted you with my recommendation.
You start Monday at nine a.m.
Take care Princess.
I grab my throat and gasp for air. My tummy pangs in pain - "stress, this is stress." I mutter to myself. I'm furious, utterly furious. I need to put this Bastard in his damn place - fast! Every pub in London cannot reject me or my money! That's a thought - I wonder if my father accepted Elijah's money.
"Derek." I shout.
"Yeah?"
I walk out to the living area and as I do, I notice that I'm still in yesterdays clothes; yuk! Focus Anile!
"Did my father accept Elijah's money?"
He nods his head, "Elijah was insistent and your father knows better than to argue with such a man, Anile."
I am so damn angry - Lyssa has possessed me! I storm back into my bedroom while mentally chanting, "breathe, breathe, breathe," over and over. I lay down and try to imagine a mentally acceptable way out for myself - I come up with nothing.
I stare at my flowers - deep red roses. I inhale their scent, desperately trying to feel peace and serenity. My room is also full of calming colours – beige’s, pinks, whites, even my furniture is white - I want to feel as calm as my room! "Please!" I beg, my hands firmly grasping my face in aggravation.
After a while, I accept what I need to do. Being angry will not help me - I just cannot quit myself of Elijah this way.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
William Blake , he had the right idea. I need to tell Elijah how I feel. A simple Text will have to do - calling him will only result in war. Once I have told him the facts, I need to move on.
"Damn I need a large whisky!" I gasp.
I tap my phone screen, wondering what to write. After a few deleted messages, I suddenly wiz all over the keypad and push send before reading it back.
To: Elijah
Know that I am no longer your problem. Leave me alone, stay out of my business and move on - I am. I just want you to know that, I am not sorry I met you, because if I didn't, we would not have shared a wonderful evening together - I might add - (before you ruined it) but I am not going to nitpick. I want to be happy and also want that for you to. Take care of yourself x
I feel... sort of relieved that I finally told him to leave me alone - expressing your wrath really is a great solution as appose to bottling everything up.
I quickly decide a night on the town is well needed - time is of the essence - I need to get the hell out of my apartment and get so drunk that my brain turns into scrambled egg!
In one hour, I'm almost perfect, apart from my glowering red eyes - Elijah's quote about tears being the souls inability to show ones restraint, really is true. I should learn
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