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Chapter 8

Make Her Smile

Shyna's pov

"Shyna" I surrendered as I spoke not wanting any further interactions with him.

"What?" he asked as if he failed to hear.

"Shyna' now will you let me go?" I kicked him aside opening the door of my truck, I pressed on the pedal and off I went.

I had to. I had been in turmoil after that little encounter with my past while I was practice fighting with my coach.

I had promised myself not to be enforced by any single soul but this chap convincingly forces me to do things that I have stopped doing.

It is after a lifetime and more that I have given my first name to anyone. I had agreed and accepted upon my non-existence in this cruel world. Even in records of college I am S.M. Springwell. I wanted to finish off my identity. They say people like to hefar their names but the way those evil bastards have ruined my life it is beyond any repairs. I feel ashamed of my presence, I feel dirty. I want to be detached to this world. I hate my name which at a point of time I'd proudly brag about was the sweetest name in the entire school. I have walked past that era of my life. I am in darkness now. Long lasting darkness and I am okay with it till anybody disturbs me in my solitude.

And this Davidson brings me back to life which I have left behind. He tries to provoke the feeling of life in me. How when we shake a can of soda and bubbles imperially flow from them, he kinds of shakes me bubbling inside me a ray of sunshine which has

been amicably replaced by impeccable darklines.

More I try to avoid him; more am I facing him in kind of places where he is least to expect.

It's sometimes like I'll see him anywhere and everywhere from my college to my gym and if nothing is feasible, he'll simply land up at my place either barging in or simply asking for an undeniable help.

I am quite drained from the small fight with the trainer and thoughts of that silly player that I need to wash off my emotions so I dip into my tub for a hot water bath so that I could wash away the happenings of day. Later I sunk myself into books and get lost into the world of knowledge.

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Elina is far more agonised with the brutality of the r@pist than with the accused whose age and sex is not yet known, leave the identity of criminal behind.

For a moment she wishes to exchange roles with the mysterious murderer whom she has failed to arrest by now.

Till yesterday she was cursing herself against her in capability in solving the saviour or Angel's case.

This was the longest time span taken by her to solve a case and she still has no lead to follow.

She went through all the case files, interviewed the victims also again twice and thrice still was not able to crack the ice for none of them remembers the appearance of this so called 'angel.

She is here not to solve this r@pe case, this work is appointed to another peer of hers. She is only here to find out why didn't the 'angel turn up here or what all places does this so called 'Angel reaches so that she can trace him when he attacks a r@pist or attempting r@pist whatever it goes.

Now when she sees this girl lying in front of her, her body shattered with the physical abuse and mentally tortured by three men who r@ped her multiple number of times in one night and also hit her maniacally for no reason as they were drunk. What a curse to humanity' she shakes her head in disgust.

How badly she wants to castrate those evil men who r@ped this girl so many times, apart from this the way they abuse her leaving innumerable wounds in her body. She lay bleeding heavily with bruises on her face, neck, abdomen which was barely covered with her torn shirt and undone trousers wrapped with a piece of scarf as she is lifted to settle in the gurney in which she'd be carried to the ambulance .

Elina read the evidences which said that the girl was returning from a late night movie with her friends from the multiplex. She needn't worry about the late night as she was driving her own vehicle but unfortunately the vehicle broke down due to some unexpected mechanical defaults and thus she became the victim of $ex slaves who were drunk and were crossing the same street.

She also read that her mouth was filled with swabs of cotton so that she could not shout for help. The other two guys held her hands and legs tightly so that the third one could have his dirty do with her. Signs of protest were visible as they found blood stains of two more persons other than the girl herself. They might be due to her protests which hurt them and led to some wounds on them, that's how the traces of blood were left on her body. And if I am not wrong because of those protests only this girl was tortured to her worst.

She has her breaths running mildly but she is begging for euthanasia.

Elina wants to personally go the 'angel and beg her to save all the victims and kill them as a lesson to others. If possible she wants to punish them in open in front of audience that any other guy thinks before this thought ever tries to evade his mind. She doesn't even mind killing those b@st@rds herself even if she is dismissed from her job.

Dismissal from job reminds her of the reason why she was here at the first place. She has a family who depends on her for bread and butter. She joined these services so that she could honestly earn for her family.

She has been taught while gun shot training to forget about ethics before you shoot a criminal and she is a hard core cop, much before that she is a sibling of five sisters and two brothers and a daughter of a sick mother who lost her husband three years ago. So only bread earner of the family she has no time to ardent over the crimes. So she gets back to work.

*This was the first r@pe case in the vicinity of the area.

*It was probably a first r@pe attempt by the three accused.

*The r@pists are missing.

*They are not even identified as the victim is not in a condition to be communicated.

All that the victim is saying again and again is that she needs mercy killing for the pain is unbearable to her. The mental torment is much more than the visible physical bruises all over her body.

Elina is regretting to the fact that she arrived here at the first place for she had no obligations as such for this from the authorities. She was only trying to over do her duties.

"I want to talk to the victims in person some interrogation stuff once they are busted" she told Mr. Wilsley who was attending the case with an intention to hit them personally on their noses and groin with the heel of her shoe.

The legal department wouldn't mind that as she can always say that it was part of interrogation but she'd personally feel better about it.

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Davidsons pov

She is really a different thing. She assumed I did not hear her name properly. Instead I heard it clearly like a spotless crystal ball. The moment I heard her name I was mesmerised by it. She might not be beautiful with that ugly scar on the face but she has some inner beauty which is ecstatic and miles away from the present earth. She hides herself in a cocoon covering it with her coldness and sheath of her sorrow but yet her voice sounds like a musical note and all that she speaks is the truth. She does not have any artificial aura around her. Her eyes depict the pain that she is going through or some thing tragic that might have happened in her past.

More I meet her, more have I started liking her. The way she fought with those jocks of the defending team, I was far more than impressed but today the way she was having a live fight with the coach today, I was just amazed with her performance but what disturbed me was the dread in her eyes. It seemed that she was not practicing she was fighting she was actually fighting a battle with her inner self. The intensity of the blows after she was pointed the dagger reached a different level and she had the same passion to fight like the passion I have for my game but with a difference.

What I could read from her face, she liked the victory over her fears. Wish I could do anything to help her out. Her fears have tangled her life into coldness and bitchiness which is nothing but a pretend.

Is it ever possible that you want to do something so honestly for a person whose name also you do not know? Actually I always am lost in the mystery of this girl whenever I meet her that I always forget to ask her name.

Now when I have asked her name and she unwillingly answered I was stunned by the beauty of her name. She thought I did not hear it but I liked it so much that I got lost and I was asking myself 'what' is wrong with you? But the word 'what' slipped my mouth a little too loud that she thought I didn't hear it and before I could speak anything or appreciate her name or simply thank her for helping me yesterday.

Just as I was about to speak words of gratitude and admiration to her she kicked me aside sitting in her car and pedaled off.

I wonder how I can help her. At least how do I start with? She is so self absorbent that she doesn't need anybody else in her life.

For now all I wanna do is to make her smile. Yes I want to make her smile.

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The finals were completely in our favour.

Like our team was competing and gaining baskets against the opponent team, so were two girls in the bleachers who were jumping and dancing, passing random comments at me to win over later.

I was shell bound shocked when Ciara shouted from the bleachers "get a basket or I'll whip your a$$" reminding of our small heated moment spent together in the bed when she'd spank me after the match two for every missed basket.

I smirked at her unknowingly only to be elbowed by Steve later.

To this Cassie shouted "get balls to the basket and I'll take you to paradise" jumping high moving her b**bs as she moved her pim poms with her hands.

I looked at the bleacher every now and then, surprisingly not at the small competition that these two sexy girls my friend and my ex girlfriend were displaying, shouting my name louder than the other, throwing a kiss or even turning around displaying their little a$$ shouting "I am naughty" but at the little body which is stronger than a lioness; Shyna no where to be seen. I expected her here today, not to cheer me but as an assignment of hers for today was the final match.

I chuckled to that because I was searching for the tiny little creature who doesn't want me at all and all I want to do is bring a smile to her face.

The three guys who attacked me were scared initially trying to hide their face from me. When they realised that I was harmless they started bullying and mocking at me to distract me from the game.

"So you have a girl as your body guard. Poor thing" one of them mocked. I ignored him. I knew they were only trying to provoke me.

Later the other one said you need not carry her along, her picture alone is enough to scare us.

I clenched and unclenched my fist with those words. If the ball hadn't been in my hands I would have made him kiss the grounds.

I may be sounding bipolar but now I see the beauty beneath those huge glasses in her emeralds.

Using the reverse count mechanism as said by Shyna... I punch my fist to my heart and was back into the game making it an easy win for my team scoring 80points out of 125 which was a joint effort by Ron, Mike and Steve who tried to out score me to prove that he's better than me but failed.

Ciara gave me my victorial kiss, long and passionate one but I did not feel it. Don't get me wrong, I haven't turned into a gay but I have just lost my feelings for her. It was not long when Steve grabbed her form her wrist and took her away lifting her into his arms.

As they moved a little away I saw them argue and disapprove of each other but I gladly ignored it or you can say I was distracted by beautiful looking Cassie who was now dressed in her denim shorts and a white shirt. Quick change huh!!!

She lunged at me giving me a short kiss and congratulated for my performance. She also agreed to be my date tonight at the official ball that is organised every year by the sponsors for the winning team.

I gifted her white corset that I brought for her which looked nice yeah nice for she was so gorgeously dressed in her satin and net peach and orange ball gown. Her fragile hands were far more beautiful than the corset that I bought for her only to keep up with the formality. I mean I need to oblige her. Right!!! to be my official girl for the ball though she is not my official girl friend as yet.

I know very well that she is keen about it. Even in her unconscious state had she spoken about it, add to it the open display as against Ciara at the bleachers in the morning the rumors of our affair have by now been on air. And she being my official date is only going to worsen the situation but I haven't thought about my relationship with her as for now. I like my status as single and want to live with it for the moment.

We display our status as we dance to the sync of the music maintaining a distance between us. She even took for one of her friends to dance with her which I didn't mind at all. The runner up team was also there but they didn't start the topic of Shyna so I kept my head straight and eye to eye with them ready for a blow or two if they ever involve Shyna in between us.

Attacking me a day before the finals was only an act of cowardice and I think they are no fools to start off the topic and simply get themselves suspended from the game.

Ciara did come to me with her drink in her hand "I beg you. Please take me back. We were too good together. That b!tch Cassie is no good for you." she pouted.

At the same time Cassie grabbed me from my elbow saying "leave the b!tch alone. Ignore her and enjoy" glaring at Ciara venomously.

"I am not a b!tch you $lut." Ciara spat.

"Look who is talking about slut. Do you ever know the meaning of $lut? Cassie flipped back showing her her middle finger.

Ciara chuckled to that gesture and asked "As if you know?"

Cassie gave a thinking poise like that of scratching her chin with her shining painted pointer and replied "yeah I do know what a $lut is? ....$lut synonyms Ciara"

And then the expected turned into unexpected and a fight broke off. Not like the one that we guys fight hand to hand; man to man, not even like the graceful one that Shyna fights. This was like two cats screeching and pawing and pouncing at each other. The maximum harm that they could cause was digging their cutely manicured nails into each others soft skin.

This is so cheesy, creepy and so very girly where in it is a treat to watch Shyna fight!' I mumbled to myself.

I also saw guys and gals intruding and parting them to stop their fight.

Holy cow! Am I comparing these girls to Shyna. Have I lost it? This girl or these girls ugghh!!!!. I need some air so I left the party to leave for home.

When was on the door Cassie came to me.

That was quick. I could see a bit of swelling on her lower lip. It should have bled too but Cassie had smartly covered up with her make up thing. She is indeed a polished girl.

"Can we talk?" Cassie asked demanding my attention.

"Sure" I said waving my hand asking her to follow.

"I really like you. I mean it" Cassie said in a haste as if I was catching a train and she was on there door of the compartment bidding me good bye.

I watched her in awe and in silence not knowing what to answer.

"Say something David." She pleaded, begged with her puppy eyes that were a bit wet either with the pain or the small display of word fight by Ciara or for the entire embarrassment thing as it appeared to her. She is not the kind of girl who'd have petty fights with a girl over a not yet boyfriend.

'See Cassie I like you too. I really do. But that is it. Can't we be friends." I said convincingly crossing my fingers as I needed her, not to show Ciara that I was not alone. I needed a friend that she was good at. She is comfortable and friendly to be with and sometimes funny too. That means a lot to me. A little time apart from my games and academics, a little bit of company that is what I needed at the moment

I haven't talked to my parents after that argument with my dad and now when the basketball season is over. I also know my father is still angry at me like a father can be at his son , he'll soon forgive. And only way to get back good with him is good grades and he'll melt like cheese on a hot and sizzling sizzler.

I was interrupted from my thoughts as two warm hands touched my bare wrists.

"I need my friend now. will you be there?" she asked looking into my eyes waringly.

I nodded and hugged her giving her a peck on her forehead.

We sat, talked and danced for a while till she went on ducking few glasses of beer and whine get wasted all over and started spilling her hatred towards Ciara. How she wanted to kick her right on her b**bs with her high heels and make them flat taking her epitome of $exiness from her. Or she secretly change her face wash into a grease thing so that she turns into a coal bar other than the shiny beauty that she flaunts or she'd spell on her an evil curse that she gets an infection in her va9ina and she can never have $ex again.

Though I did not like a bit what she said about Ciara. After all I liked Ciara, she is my ex girlfriend. We have been good friends earlier. But as they were coming from a wasted Cassie's mouth they seemed to be fake and harmless and I am sure she is least going to remember them next morning.

When she was even more drunk she started speaking on how she would like to seduce me in the bed if I agree to be her boyfriend by giving me an evicting no touch rule lap dance or a nice hand job.

I couldn't take it, I therefore dropped her at her place and went to mine for a long nap as there were no more matches left in the season and all I had to worry about was my academics.

Too tired of the miniscule happenings of the party I reached my home which is very welcoming for the fact that I maintain it spick and span as I am a little bit paranoid about cleanliness, I did not bother to put on the lights. I went to the rest room, got fresh, washed my face and only removed my shirt and trousers hanging them neatly in the cupboard and crashed on my bed without my trunks.

Ofcourse! I was wearing my only life saver underwear.

Lifesaver because.....

As I jumped on the covers of my bed, surprisingly I realised I did not pick them in the morning out of my ritual to fold them daily after I wake up.

I ignored it only to note down in my mental diary not to forget folding it the next morning. I lifted the covers and made myself comfortable in the soft satin fabric of the blue floral blanket dunking my head on the foamy pillows.

But before the sleep could envisage me suddenly I stood straight scared as if I had seen a snake lying in the covers with me in the dim moon light entering my room from the window.

Acccttuallly it was not a live snake but I still passed a yelling shriek.

A Curvy, $exy, Beautiful figure of a girl was sleeping NUDE under my covers....

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