Weeping Willows: A Thrilling Mystery Novella (Dark Desires Book 1) by Zak Khan Page A

frighteningly strange
fascination watching bottles being broken on the heads of people,
as rivulets of blood oozed down their faces.
     
    The sound of Adele’s melodious
voice singing “ there’s a fire burning in
my heart. . . ” brought Suzie out of her
memory as her cellphone ringtone played. She jumped up and quickly
answered but was a second too late as the caller rang off. She sat
up awkwardly wondering what had brought back the childhood memory.
She felt extremely disorientated that her mind had crept so far
back into the past. As she stretched her long legs clad in a tight
fitting skinny jeans and pulled the denim jacket tightly around her
in an unconsciously protective gesture, she realized while sitting
on the bank of the duck pond, that Melissa was extremely late. They
were never going to make it for their English lecture on time.
Melly was Suzie’s best pal for year’s right back to the time after
her parents had moved out of that dreadful flat in the city and
into the stunning suburb where the two girls had befriended each
other on their first day at school, promising to be best friends
forever!
     
    Suzie’s life had changed drastically from that
momentous time. She had a beautiful secure childhood in an
amazingly safe neighborhood, had gone through middle and secondary
school happily. She and Melly had both decided that they were going
to major in English, both looking towards careers in Education.
Life, right now was just awesome.
     
    She reached again for her phone, dusted the grass
off of her jeans as she stood up and looked at the caller
number.
     
    It had been Melly.
     
    Suzie dialed back wondering why
Melly wasn’t answering and left a message, “ Melly, for god sake, where are you? We’ve missed our lecture.
Call me! ” she rang off.
    Picking up the books that she’d left on the bank
with her bag, Suzie began walking towards the university gates,
students were chatting and laughing with each as she walked on, a
very lively atmosphere. She walked towards the shiny red golf that
her parents had gifted her for her birthday, pulled out her keys,
deactivated the alarm and jumped in. looking into her rear-view
mirror, she wiped her smudged pink lipstick and brushed back her
sleek black hair over one ear as she scrutinized her appearance,
she turned out okay looking she thought with huge almond eyes,
fringed by thick black lashes, a slightly delicate nose with a
mouth a tad too small, but nevertheless okay.
     
    She'd always complained that she
was very average looking and Melly would argue that it was untrue
as there was always a line of boys vying for Suzie's attention.
Melly was a bright bubbly vivacious girl with emerald green eyes
that always shone with mischief and a friendly smile that earned
her great popularity. The only thing that made them truly differ
was that Melly would jump crazily from relationship to relationship
while Suzie would stubbornly refuse to be involved with guy's
claiming her studies were “ top
priority ”.
    They would torment and tease each
other mercilessly as Melly would playfully call Suzie
“ too picky ” and
judgmental, as she would argue that she had no trouble waiting
for “Mr. Right”. Thus banter would go on regularly as it did in their
teens.
     
    Secretly, Suzie would agree to herself that Melly
was right. She was too serious and didn't want to get hurt. The few
relationships she had attempted just hadn't felt right so she'd
abandoned the whole dating thing besides Suzie was too busy
consoling Melly through her disastrous relationships. Melly was a
sweetheart but in all honesty she could sometimes be too free
spirited and a commitment-phobe. Deep down Suzie knew that Melissa
was really a harmless soul, leaving a stream of broken hearts
behind as she ended on relationship after the other.
     
    She glanced at her phone on the passenger seat,
still no message from Melly. She placed the key in the ignition and
started up the engine, heading for home. This