Love Grows In The Dark by Eli Lowe (read books for money TXT) 📕

to watch your back sometimes, you girl.” The strange man spoke out in his deep voice. I couldn't figure out his face, as the surrounding was really really dark. And on top of that, the strange big guy was wearing a hoody covering half of his face.

But even before I could say thanks for his sudden interference, he turned around and left, leaving that bastard totally disabled to move.

On my entire way, I kept wondering who was that guy?

I knew, one could easily see guys like that bastard before, in late-night streets, who beat up people, rape girls and do other bad things. As if they are everywhere to harm others, but never saw someone like that strange man, who could even help without looking for any benefit out of it.

Anyway,

I sent the girl at her doorstep, and started walking on my way back to home.

But this time, I never bothered to think about how pathetic my life is, instead the strange man filled my mind unconsciously.

Who could it be?

I wondered realizing that even in the dark there still can be some light that we often fail to see.

Maybe, he was the light, or maybe not.

But all I know for now, that I have started to love the dark.

I went home that night only to see a grumpy Kaith was sitting on the sofa with his all messy bed hair, red eyes, while tapping his foot on the floor with a stern gaze on me, as soon as I entered.

“Where the hell did you go in the middle of the night.” Kaith started to scream like a kid.

“I couldn't sleep again, so I went out for a walk.” I tried to calm him down but no,... Who listens to others nowadays.

“Yeah, right. You went alone for a walk at this late hours without any fear in your heart, just the day after someone broke your bike down, for goddess knows what reason. And you expect me to stay calm?” He started yelling at me non stop... and then I realized what he had just said in between his words.

“You knew?” I asked with my wide eyes.

“What?” He asked with frustration.

“About my bike.” I replied, while waiting for his reply, only when he realized too what he had just spilt out.

“Yeah, what do you think? You can lie to me that easily? And I won't even look after my best friend's matters?” He said after a sigh.

“And now, go to bed. Don't even think about sneaking out.” Yeah,... He ordered me again.

“I didn't sneak out though... “ I tried to talk but...

“I don't want to listen to any excuses now, Sam. Go to bed.” With that, he went to his own room to sleep his head off, while I went to mine to try again to sleep for a bit.

Just when I went beside my window to draw the curtains down, I saw him again.

Yes,

The mysterious, strange guy from tonight.

I saw him passing by my house, still unable to see his face as his head was covered under the hood of his jacket while he walked by, looking down on the street with both his hands placed in the pockets.

Was he following me the entire time?

Or was he making sure of my safety from a distance?

No, that can't happen.

He doesn't even know me.

Now I really doubt what I had thought about him earlier.

He could be dangerous too.

Just as the slightest light in the dark makes the surrounding even darker.

Episode 6

Markus' P. O. V

I woke up in the morning with a terrible headache, while I saw that the early sun rays were already invading my bedroom through the window, only to kiss my face. I tried to sit up but I couldn't, as I saw a feminine hand was holding my bare chest all along while I was sleeping. I moved a bit to turn my face to the side and there I saw she was lying naked beside me.

Lizzie.

Ughhh,,..

I felt disgusting as my stomach crumbled at the realisation that I fucked Lizzie again.

It was not that I wanted to, but I guess I was messed up.

As far as I remember, last night I couldn't sleep, no matter how much I tried to. So I went out for a late-night stroll, to get the fresh air, and to let my mind free,... free of thoughts which I shouldn't let them come to my mind even for once, as it won't be a good thing, not for me at least. So I went out. But even then, after all those futile attempts, I was awake and back in my room, with a stupid headache, which I couldn't tolerate.

And yes, that's why... that's why I called this bitch to bang. You see, my another attempt to let myself sleep, after letting all my frustration out with a fuck just like a savage. And also that, Lizzie the universal slut never skips a chance to climb into my bed, no matter if it was late at night.. she could be happy even with a few thrust.

I felt disgusted, with her and even more disgusted with myself.

I shoved her off my body with a jerk, and got down from the bed, making her wake up from sleep, with my sudden moves.

“Morning Marky baby.” Lizzie said with her irritating nasal voice while trying to seduce me with her disgusting body, like an experienced whore.

“Get out.” I said in a stern voice, and went to the couch to pick up my clothes and wore them as quickly as I could.

“What?” Seeing me bothering the least about her, she shouted in frustration, as if she grew two horns on her head all of a sudden.

“Can't you hear or can't you understand?