Chapter 5 Chris

Chris is twenty-four years old with a great personality. He was usually at the top of the class and gave a lot of space to the competitors behind when it came to academics.

His hair was quite curly and thick. Black as a shadow and glowy too. He often kept a low cut, which made him look cuter.

In confession, Chris is truly handsome. His brown eyes were a perfect match for his dark hair. If any should be called a beautiful boy, it should be him.

He spends most of his Saturdays at the gym, keeping fit.

It's ridiculous to say he has no girlfriend, yet he doesn't. I bet he has secret admirers.

***

I dazzled on the road like a drunken pig.

At least I was drunk but not a pig. The mistake I made was returning home that night because there was actually Chris waiting for me there, which I forgot, being drunk.

As I stumbled on the door, unable to knock properly, it opened all of a sudden, revealing a being behind it. He had smile on his face, one that showed he had been expecting my arrival.

He stretched forth his hands towards me, beckoning on me to grab his hand with mine. I rejected the offer by nodding negatively but felt too weak to prove I could get up on my own.

"Don't be a kiddie" Chris said, before pulling me up. "You were not in class today, and you didn't come home all day? Are you okay?"

I hissed at his questions and made my way into my room.

"Come on, Alex, are you avoiding me now?" Chris questioned as he walked after me to assist me from falling. "Man, you are so drunk, you smell badly" Chris commented.

"You need a shower" he suggested to me.

"No" I mumbled with a sleeping voice and tried to lose myself from his grip.

He took off my clothes and undies and led me to the bathroom to give me a shower. I wasn't in my right senses currently, else I would never have let him stripped off my clothes.

He felt so happy giving me a shower while I murmured for a stop. I repeatedly sunk into the tub while he kept pulling me up from the water.

It was better he never helped me. I was better off drunk, for it took away my pain for a moment, but seeing him brought it back.

I closed my eyes slowly as I saw Chris's lips coming closer. Unluckily for me, I fell asleep at that moment and didn't know what happened next.

***

I jerked up from bed as I recalled what had happened last at the previous night. I hope I wasn't kissed again? For a second kiss meant the curse would be permanent. How on earth do I find out whether that fucker kissed me?

I opened my pants to see if my flaccid rod had been roughly handled or tempered with. That way, I will detect if I had slept with that dick.

I stood up from bed and went straight to my closet to get the knife. For the faster I stabbed him, the faster the effect.

I dug my hand into my pocket, hoping to pull out the knife, but there was nothing there. I dedicated my time searching around my clothes and the room to be certain it hadn't been lost or dropped somewhere unfortunate.

Furthermore, I located Chris in the kitchen and questioned about the knife, but he denied seeing such. Likewise, I was too shy to ask if he had slept with me or even kissed me last night. Those are the words I can say openly to a girl, but not a boy.

Chris was actually cooking in the kitchen. He claimed he was preparing something for me. I ignored his fact and retired into searching for the knife.

It was Friday and we both had no lectures on Friday. This is why I found Friday to be a perfect day to stab Chris with the Knife.

"Holly shit!" I must have left it at the club while having a pleasurable moment with that prostitute.

I took to my heels at once into my room and changed my clothes, then I ran out to the clubhouse.

Chris wanted to come along, but I stopped him immediately.

I couldn't afford to miss my only chance of ending my ill predicament. Therefore, getting back that knife will be my top priority. I just hope it remains in the lodge I slept.

I arrived at the club in no time, I had my mind concentrated on recovering the knife all through the drive.

Not only that, but I barged into the clubhouse like an angry lion about to devour its prey. Furthermore, I made complaints to the receptionist before entering into the room I spent the night. I made a thorough search thereafter to be certain I had left it there.

There wasn't a sign of the knife. However, the room was clean as if it were visited by room services. I groaned instantly, feeling discouraged about my right guess.

It took a while before the room service that visited the room was brought out. After much interrogation, she finally confessed that she did take the knife from the room. Being enticed by its value, she sold it because it was made of gold.

I tried to keep calm, haven heard the lady's confession, but it was indeed difficult for me to do so.

I screamed like a woman in labor and despite all the measures taken to calm me down, it all proved waste. The lady even went as far as to say she would pay me back the money.

If I really wanted money, I would have sold the golden knife myself, but my mission currently was more than any money given to me. Actually, I was going to sell the knife after stabbing Chris in the heart. But how is that going to happen when the golden knife is gone?

I threatened to call the cops on the lady if she failed to get me back my knife.

Being too afraid of going to jail, the lady promised to get it back before the day ended.

I took a quick check at my watch to see what the time was. I was too cautious of letting her do the job alone in order for her not to outsmart me, so I offered to follow her.