Chapter 2: Stay by my side.

Neil stood alone in the rain, dressed in a mini maroon poncho that barely went past his knees, and his old Doc Martin boots. Patience. Yet he felt like a director who had woven yet another delicate piece of mastery but had to anxiously wait for its’ effect to take center stage. He restlessly shifted from one foot to the other and made a quick jab at a fallen leaf, knocking the wind out of it. Neil stared at his watch again. It was too damn quiet. No hysterical cries for help. No police siren. No fucking nothing. This dissatisfied him and he hated that feeling. He gingerly removed his tainted gloves and slammed them into his haversack.
“I am so disappointed in you, Di”.

The ghastly silence of a Friday night in winter seemed stunt-ed, except for the distant metallic screeches of the last train and the scrapping sound his boots made as he grinded them into the pavement. The night was basically over. Rather, almost over. He took a few steps back, and watched the lights above his head timely dim out. In one fluid motion, he flung his wasted cigarette butt at the window, missed, and spun round to face the rear of his car. There was still much to be done. He pondered how his night should end. Not long after, a battered Volvo was caught speeding by a hidden sector security camera. It was headed downtown towards the trendiest club, “The Bed”, which offered everything. Martini dry. Whiskey shots. Sluts. Whores. The usual. After greeting the bouncer, he entered and scanned the potential crowd. A sneer briefly possessed him, before collapsing into a fake friendly smile. Perfect. As he made his way towards a pretty petite blonde with killer legs, Neil’s mind wandered off. Hot bath. Hot meal. The seductive voice of the interested party shook him out. Playtime had just started.

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