CHAPTER 44

"Do not try to play smart or I will end you." Ken warned.

The more we got closer to the car, the more my hope of being saved from him died.

I made a mental note to thank my guardian Angel if I should get out of this alive.

"Turn to your right." He whispered harshly, above my ears.

I turned as he directed as I was not oblivious of the fact that if I didn't move then I could most probably end up dead.

"Mira." The voice called to me again coming closer.

I knew who the voice belonged to, but I was confused as to how he knew where I was. Then I remembered that he had been stalking me for three days now. Anytime I went out to buy something I would see him standing by my gate watching me. 

I always found it disconcerting, even though he did nothing but call my name, like he wanted to test how it sounded on his lips.

Honestly it scared me anytime he did so, but now I could not be happier about his presence even though I did doubt his sanity.

Ken tensed up behind me. I  had only just a little chance of overpowering him at least not with the weapon he was was holding.

I hoped that if anything, this stalker would be able to create a diversion that could help me escape. And for the first time I was happy to see him. I called him Scar.

Everyone called him Scar.

Scar was tall, really tall."I was tall for a girl" I would always tell people, but he made me feel like a dwarf. He was probably a little above six foot four or there about.

His shoulders were wide and broad. He was a bit muscular, in fact his body was perfect. His Adam apple moved in a sexy way every time he talked coupled with the fact that his voice was so goddamn sexy.

He had those type of baritone voices that just had a way of turning you on. His body was beyond perfect even though he was an albino, as white as snow.

But amidst all this perfection he had one flaw_ His face. People stayed away from him because of this flaw_ it was a scar that covered his entire face. A scar that came to define him.

It was not like his face was distorted but it was just scary to look at. Like you know the "he might be an alien kind scary."

Rumors had it that he got burnt during a gang attack_a gang fight or whatever they called it. 

Others  thought a girl poured acid on him  for breaking her heart. The latter was more believable because with his perfect body it was quite inevitable for him not to have broken a lot of hearts when he was still handsome.

Some people however thought that he was born distorted because he walked happily even with the scar on his face.

As if he was used to the scar being there, almost as if he wanted it.

  Sometimes I wondered if he had ever seen his reflection in the mirror.

My mum told me that he just newly moved into the street when I was still in the hospital. He lived in a small caravan just opposite my compound.

He was alone all the time and I felt Pity for him, but I had my own troubles to deal with so I didn't try getting close to him even though he seemed to fancy me a great lot.

"Let me go ken I promise that I won't report you, you know that_ this is stupid! you will get caught." I spat. My voice went from pleading to threatening.

"Shut up!" he shouted cutting me slightly with the knife. I winced from the pain. My heart continued to beat without rhythm, I was almost deafened by it.

I kept on repeating my mantra in my head as I tried to breath through the pain. I won't cry, I am not weak. Crying is for the weak only.