What We Want

s his surname. My jaw almost dropped when I got to see the welcome banner that read "The Island of Vatzah". Everything was his.. he's

ughed at my expression and I became flushed and embarrassed. I walked away not knowing where exactly I was headed but I wanted to escape his sight. Several female attendants approached me and dem

ared beside me holding my hand. I looked at our interloc

rted from his presence. I stared numbly after them and th

reply. But what was I going to say? I was overly speechless and numb, if not for his lead, I'd be not just lost but frustrated because the building was too massive with so many rooms and carefree people and with the handful of staff that we

ble door with the name plate

came like a whisper to my e

What's happening? I say thing

ke, an obvious amusement in his voice. Scott.. his name is Scott Vatzah, S

e comfortably without any brush of hands and feet or am I the only one whose perspective is on the A level of exaggeration? I moved closer to the glass view, the beautiful scenery of the island all played out like cards

e. "Are we gonna share a room? Thi

took a few steps towards me.

t me. "I mean.. it's fine, w.. we could share.." I stammer

move away from my spot immediately, so my eyes darted across the room to note what to do with myself. He went into another room, came out to pick a towel and immediately winked at me disappearing again. My heart did a double take as I felt its heavy thump against my chest. Will I survive this? Can I? Someone should tell me that I could.. and can surv

nipulated and destroyed with not a pin to spare. How cruel can my life be? And even more cruel that I live it? This isn't what I envisioned for myself, not even close to what I envisioned as my lot. All the sparkles of light I s