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"I am not Sophia!"
The sheering silence was sufficient to let me know that I am in danger.
I took a step back, hesitate for a moment then asked in my vulnerable state, "then who are you?"
"I am your well-wisher!"
Oh really? You don't look like one by covering your face with a mask and asking to confront you alone.
"What do you mean?" I asked in my shattering voice.
"Do as I say, stay away from Blake Jensen!"
He commanded me again.
What is this?
He is ordering me as I am dying to be with Mr Jensen.
And wait for a second if the person is not Sophia and not related to her anyhow.
Then who the hell is he?
And why the hell is he ordering me?
I know I don't want to associate with Blake, I want to be free as a bird in the sky but this isn't the right way.
Not when a random person comes and asks me, oh wait not to ask, order me to stay away from him.
Only I can make the decision for myself and nobody has the bloody right to do it for me.
"And why the hell I would listen to you?"
There were thousands of moments when I sobbed about being hopeless, having nothing on my hands, having been broken, but maybe I have gathered some courage too in the process.
When I glared at him, he took out a knife from his jean pocket.
Okay, this is the moment when I should run!
Before he could kill me I ran towards the elevator. I could feel he was running after me. I could sense his hard footsteps on the floor.
I could sense he was the man with the purpose but I am also a woman with a mind
And I am not going to be killed by a stranger in a foreign country.
If I have to die one day, I want to get die in my country, not in a foreign country!
So I did everything in my power to run fast to save my life.
When I jumped into the elevator I lost my balance and fell on my head.
The pointed knife was just going to slice my ribs out when it got close.
My head was spinning due to the injury to the metal surface.
What should I do now?
What if that person comes down and tries to kill ahead of everyone?
All this manifestation because of that bastard! Where is that fucking Blake Jensen is?
Does he know somebody is after me to kill? Does he know he left me alone in a foreign country among strangers?
Does he know anything about humanity?
And I have no indication why would anyone order me to stay away from Blake Jensen?
If it was Sophia then I could comprehend the whole situation but a man?
How can a man warn me to stay away from him?
What he has done to deserve this?
Is he a killer?
A psychopath?
Maybe he is a psychopath that's why he left me alone.
I need to find him before the killer finds me.
I need to warn him that I am not the only one who is in danger! He is in danger too!
When I reached the floor where the business elite class was already present.
I didn't find any difference in anybody's experience.
Everyone was enjoying, gossiping in groups.
The casino area was open too where I could hear the junkie's laughter.
So no one has any idea about a man who is hiding his identity and carrying a knife to kill!
Is it possible with the high-class security of the hotel?
I need to find Blake Jensen before I get murdered here tonight.
I searched everywhere in the common room where all were busy gossiping with each other.
"Who was that woman?"
"Who?"
"The blonde who was with Mr Blake Jensen!"
"I think Mr Jensen having an affair,"
"Really? How can you say that?"
"Didn't you notice the stare of that blonde on Mr Jensen and Ms Ashley Brooke?"
"Oh yes. You are right!"
"She was envious and I am pretty sure she is having an affair with Mr Jensen! After all, that blonde is famous for snatching all the rich men from their women's!"
"Oh, poor Ms Brooke!"
I overheard what I shouldn't.
When they found me near to them they gave me an awkward smile, a smile that was telling me they pity me, my life, they pity me for being a miserable soul.
And they think that blonde, I mean Sophia will snatch away poor Mr Blake Jensen.
So she is already popular for having an affair with the billionaires.
Then why did Mr Jensen make her his girlfriend?
Doesn't he know? She is a gold digger!
Anyways, I left the common room and went to the casino where most of the crowd was involved in playing. It was the room that had all the money and power.
Some people were smoking here making the room injurious for everyone. And it was very difficult for me to glance at everyone.
"Have you heard about the rivalry between Mr Blake Jensen and..."
"Shhh.. Don't talk too loud. If anyone listens to us. We will be doomed forever."
What?
What rivalry?
Who is having a rivalry with Mr Jensen?
Damn!
Why do they have to stop talking?
What the hell is going on?
Who is he in reality?
Is it the mafia?
Is he a contrabandist?
Is he a murderer?
Is he a psycho?
Who is he???
I searched in the room very keenly but didn't find even a glimpse of him.
When I stare at them I found it very suspicious. Their behaviour was very strange as they were looting.
Not everyone but some of them were like pirates.
Is this hotel that security sealed?
A man with broken teeth smiled at me, his smile was deadly; deadly enough to alert me that something here is very wrong, something which I cannot think about!
Something which is out of the box!
But what can it be??
Before that man take much interest in me, oh wait he was not staring at my face, not he was glancing at my forehead.
Oh, I forgot that my head got hit by the metal surface. I must have dried blood on my forehead to let everyone know that I have been injured here.
However, I need to move from here before anyone took interest in me. I don't want to be a damsel in distress or anybody's prey.
I need to dial his number. I searched for my cell phone but it was missing.
I don't understand what went wrong? It was with me all the time then why it is not here?
That's the thing about dresses! They don't have pockets!
If I have been wearing pants or jeans I would have my cell phone with me.
And now it is gone because of this stupid dress!
I need to think about where I dropped it.
When I went to the first floor it was with me but when I returned was it with me?
No, it wasn't!
Shit!
I dropped it where the killer was!
And where the hell is Blake Jensen?
I swear when I see him I will murder him! I will snatch that knife from that killer's hand and squeeze it in Mr Jensen's chest!
Because of him, I am here in this good for nothing place
Because of him, I am not able to explore the beauty of London!
And what if I die tonight?
What if I cannot meet my mother again?
What if I cannot see her face, her old eyes which has seen the world-changing again and again.
I am frightened and deserted here.
I think I need to go outside and leave him alone! I need to travel alone from here to my country.
He can rot himself to hell!
His bloody paparazzi and that bitch Sophia!
Everyone can rot in hell! I am done here.
I clutched my dress and started walking to the exit when everywhere I could hear everyone is whispering about Mr Jensen, Sophia, and me.
I tried to squeeze myself from the crowd to leave everything forever but then my eyes landed on the very particular man!
Blake Jensen was right there looking straight into my eyes.
"Ashley," he whispered
"Mr Jensen, where the hell---"
Before I could complete the sentence. A massive explosion burned everything then it went all black.
THE END
(END OF PART-1)