Disclaimer: All persons in this work of fiction are over the age of legal consent(18). Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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His heart missed a beat at the second knock; he looked directly at the door as if he could see straight through it. The pounding on the door got louder but he tried to maintain control and remain calm. Joham put on his hoodie which covered his head and fell around his face, hiding his features, he walked over to the door and barely opened it, sending a slither of light around the frame, he stepped outside and closed the door quickly so that the inside of the room could not be seen.
The female at his door smelled so familiar, that scent of lavender and cherry blossoms calmed him but brought back memories he had so desperately tried to suppress, he hung his head low and closed his eyes for a moment. It was her; he confirmed in his head, it was his woman, his wife, his queen, his treacherous bitch, Ms. Katrina Cartwright.
He jumped when she shook the picture in front of him asking if he had seen her girls, he did not respond, he just stared at her, hate, hurt and fear boiling up inside of him like a volcano preparing for eruption, but somehow there was the joy of seeing her again, he felt what he thought he would never feel for her again, he felt love. She shouted at him and he raised his head, looking right into her eyes, she stumbled back as the blood drained from her face, those were the eyes of her past, those were the eyes of the man she left behind, but it could not be, she thought, this man was too thin, too unkempt, too savagely, it could not be.
Joham took the picture from the woman, who was standing mouth ajar and as white as a ghost staring at him from head to toe, he shook his head in the negative and pushed the picture back to her. She asked who he was but he looked at her with his face hard and cold and his eyes glowing red. He said in a low, stern voice that she didn't know him, staring intently at her.
His voice was different but it was the same, she knew him, she stepped back and kept stepping back until she was a few feet away, without a word she ran, her heels slipping on the wet sand, her dress wrapping around her shivering body, she did not stop until she was standing next to the red Toyota parked on the beach.
Katrina got into the car and locked the doors her heart pounding like it was attempting to escape her chest, she could not catch her breath, she wrapped her hands around her waist and tried to steady herself, rocking back and forth formulating a plan, orchestrating her next move, still she remembered the man she left, still she remembered Joham.
Mel and Brie could not understand why Joham waked them the way he did and for the first time told them to get dressed but they did not question him, they put on the clothes he had laid out for them and walked towards the door.
The moon shone brightly on the beach but an eerie silence filled the air, Brie rubbed her hands along her arms, trying to warm them as Joham led them across the beach and through some bush to what looked like an abandoned factory. He ordered them to stay and said he would be back, Brie was the first to grab him begging him not to leave them, Mel joined in, dropping to her knees and holding his legs, he smiled, he had them totally under his control. He instructed them to release him and they obeyed, he kissed each of them in that passionate way they had grown to know then turned and ran to the door.
