Hey all there who are just about to read my novel. I have been thinking a lot about this project and I think that it's not at all good and I feel like ripping it into pieces, but I am going to make it better, I swear. I have also thought about turning my prologue into chapter-1 as it hardly seems a prologue. What you all say?
Also, would you mind suggesting ideas for the title as this one is sooo.... boring.
Here's the grill:
CHAPTER-8 (OLIVIA)
26th June
09:02 AM
The tires of my Prius screeched as I shoved my foot on the brakes. I fell forward as my head banged against the steering wheel. It hurt very much, but I had no time to nurse it now. I needed to see the person who had caused this entire ruckus. I raised my head and darted my glance ahead. The sun shone brightly and my eyes couldn’t stop themselves from closing its shutters. Why the hell you didn’t carry your shades? I cursed myself, as I put my left hand up so it could block some rays.
An old lady with her walking stick was crossing the street right in front of my car. I could tell the lady with the hunched back was only an inch away from my car. Surprisingly, although she looked in her seventies, she wore no spectacles. How does it matter? She still didn't even see the car coming. She must have forgotten her specks at her home, I thought.
The lady, lost in her dream land, for the first time made eye contact with me. Her hazel eyes were piercing into my very soul and made me shiver. She narrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized me. The shrewd look she held for one instance made me close my eyes. I thought that this would all go away if I closed them, but when I opened them after some time, she was still there. I swallowed hard and rubbed my eyes. Black dots started appearing in front of my eyes and I lost the power to visualise. Every scene passed in front of my eyes as a slideshow. The old woman coming on the street out of nowhere, my foot on the brakes, the bump on my forehead and then her hazel eyes. Whatever I saw, was it the truth? Please someone tell me that it was a reverie. It is just a silly dream, I consoled myself but in vain. My heart pumped frantically and sweat started falling down my visage even when the air-conditioning was working. I opened my eyes to find that the lady was gone.
Even though my mind told me not to, I followed my heart and stepped out of my baby. The sun looked as if it was blowing hot winds on me purposely, to make this situation even worse. My heels clanked against the road as I walked around my car trying to find the old woman. But she was nowhere to be found. Just thinking about her made my head dizzy.
Her hazel eyes, her roman nose, those perfectly shaped lips and that cunning look in her eyes just reminded me of one person...of Amanda. But how is that possible? I asked myself. I slapped my head so that it could get rubbish out of it but it refused to move it even an inch.
Maybe I was just hallucinating or for real her ghost had come back for revenge.
Continued...
I slipped into my Prius and allowed myself to take in a couple of deep breaths. This murder business wasn't at all what I had planned. New complications had arisen. I touched a manicured finger to my forehead and tried to smooth out the worry lines that had started appearing. This whole mess was doing horrors to my complexion. I took out a cigarette from the packet kept on the dash board and lit the lighter. I started inhaling the warm breath it released, and took it out of my mouth after some seconds, keeping it close to my mouth. Warm breaths started spreading out everywere in form of smoke.
I started thinking about a spa visit. How good would that do to my body, who has lately endured so much of pain and exhaustion, I thought.
"Spas are not for bitches. Maybe you should leave all the spas and beauty to me... it suits me." A voice from my right sent shivers down my spine as I slowly turned my head to face the owner of the voice. Sitting right there was none other than the figure of evil, the owner of the hazel eyes... Amanda Bailey. She sat with her hands resting on her lap.She wasn't the ugly old woman I had seen some time ago, but her real self.
"What are you doing here. And bitch? Me? Naa, I don't think so," I mocked her. "It is you who's a bi-" I was cut off in between by my ex-best friend.
"Don't you dare let that word come to your lip! Your stupid lips, ugly lips." She snapped at me. Blood rushed through my heart spreading into all the parts of body like a fire. My first instance was to slap her hard, but then I didn't want to spoil the manicure.
"You know what? Had you not been such a bitch, you would have been alive. But you can't-"
"I am not alive because you have always been jealous of me, of my success. You might become famous, but remember one thing... you would remain a thief," she accused me.
"And hows that?" I asked her.
"You stole my dreams, my life and my world." She broke into sobs.
"You stole my chance," I said but before I could complete my sentence, she disappeared in the air. What was earlier her figure just reduced to mere smoke. I coughed and kept a hand to block the unhealthy air from entering my lung system.
This second encounter with Amanda had made my heart a bit lighter. Now instead of being frightened, I had confronted her with all the confidence I had burried somewhere in my heart for so long now. This definitely made me feel better. A smile lit up my face.
9:19 AM(Don't review it now, its no complete)
My heart sank down each passing second as Chief Kerr glared at me with his those two little round suspicious eyes, trying to find something wrong in me. Oh God, this story is not that unbelievable. I mean everything's the truth. But I know that he didn't kill Amanda, I wondered to myself. He narrowed his eyebrows, took a deep breath and then turned around to face his assistant. Chief Russo, also known to me as Chloe, stood there writing down the information I gave them on a small pad. Once in a while she would look at me and nod so that I could carry on without any hesitation.
"So you say that Amanda had been followed by this guy called Ron two months ago?" He said, with his arms wrapping his waist, if I could call it so. His round belly and mustache reminded me of Inspector Plod from the Noddy series. How much I had enjoyed watching it with my...
"Exactly. He had been following her on every occasion from the five-star parties to the outdoor shoots for a month, at least." I narrated him the events.
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