The One In The Mirror

Somehow, the story kept on playing in mind. I found myself thinking about the story line and even playing the scene in my mind during shower and even when I’m driving. So I decided to just use this blog to write the story down, this time without ingame picture. Hopefully someone will like the story.

The story start from, Cherish and Charity Cloude in college. Charity a.k.a Caley in Ordano, Cherish a.k.a Charis in Ventris two different city but both are destined to get tangled in web of lies and betrayal.

Ventris Area 6(Entertaiment Area). February 2,SY700(SimsYear). 8.30 p.m.

Cherish stopped infront of the dimly lit pub cum bistro, she took out the note Prof. Wilson gave her inthe afternoon to verify the address again, no mistake this is the place. A voice at the back of her mind questioned the venue Prof. Wilson had asked her to meet him at, but she quickly brushed it away. ‘Never get too paranoid’ she admonished herself quietly.

She was nervous, she never set a foot in this neighborhood before. Her Uncle Jon, never let her venture anywhere without him before she went to study in Ventris-Storm Academy. This is the seedy part of the city she noted. Even the taxi driver raised his eyebrows when she told him where to take her. She took in a deep breath and walked in to a crowded pub and immediately spotted Prof. Wilson seated at a far corner, away from the crowd. Something tugged at the back of her mind again.

‘I’m here to discuss about my work getting in the exhibition. Why am I so nervous?’ Cherish asked herself again.

‘Oh, here you are Miss Storm. Sit down, let me order you something,’ Prof. Wilson gestured to one of the waiter walking by. ‘Billy, get this young lady a glass of orange juice’

‘Thanks, am I late? The cab I called came after 20 minutes,’ Cherish apologised.

‘Nah, I’m the one who arrived early,don’t worry about that, you bring your work here?’, he said pointing at the folder Cherish held to herself tightly as if it was a shield.

She felt embarassed by her nervous appearance and placed the folder on the tiny round table preparing to present her work to her respected professor when the waiter placed the orange juice on the table and walked off with a weird expression.

‘The color scheme I’m going to use in this design is earth brown,’ she began. ‘Relax, why don’t you drink something and eat some chips?’ Prof. Wilson interrupted, urging her to eat the bowl of potato chips infront of her.

She nodded picking up some potato chips to eat, finding it too salty she reached for the glass of orange juice. The corner of Prof. Wilson’s mouth curled up slightly when he saw Cherish gulped down the glass of orange juice. ‘Just a little bit more, young thing’ he thought to himself.

Cherish had been explaining the concept of her work when she felt dizzy and her body numb. ‘I felt dizzy, I need to go home,’ she struggled up from her seat when she heard Prof.Wilson said to her. ‘Don’t bother leaving alone in this state, I’ll take care of you tonight’. She found herself being escorted out of the pub, despite being dizzy and numb she can feel the professor’s hand on place that he shouldn’t touch even if she was incapable of walking by herself.At that instance she remembered what her twin sister, Charity has mentioned in her e-mail about the rumor that certain lecturer in her college likes ‘young meat’. It was too late, she thought.

28 years old Taylor Ashton, had been sitting at the counter talking to Freddy the bartender when he noticed a nervous looking 17 years old brunette walking in. There was something familiar about her that made him keep an eye for her.

‘She’s heading to the ol’ fox’s table, if you are interested in her. She will learn a lesson from that fox tonight, poor thing,’ Freddy said while pouring another drink to Taylor’s glass. His statement attracted Taylor’s attention, he glanced at the table the ‘fox’ was sitting and immediately he knew what and who Freddy was talking about. Douglas Wilson, a name he remembered well, seeing that face made him disgusted enough to spit his drink out.

‘He paid Billy again, noticed how he get the orange juice without passing the order to me?’ Freddy pointed out after he and Taylor saw Prof.Wilson winking at Billy just before he escorted Cherish out of the pub. ‘You are not going after him?’ he asked again noticing Taylor’s expression, he knew Taylor would help. He was sick of seeing young girls getting spiked like that but for the sake of his job and his livelyhood he was forced to stay behind the counter doing nothing but burdened by guilt. He was pleased when Taylor threw twenty bucks on the table and ran out.

In the dark and isolated parking lot behind the pub, Douglas Wilson was looking down at the semi-conscious Cherish Cloude or by the name he knew her as, Charis Storm. He licked his lips in anticipation as his greedy eyes roaming her young and shapely body before he started untying the ribbon that held together her cardigan. He moved up on top of her and started kissing her neck and down to her chest when Cherish suddenly regained a bit of consciousness and strength pushed him away from her and clumsily unlocked the blue mpv’s door stumbling out. But he was not the type to let go of his prey easily, he knew she couldn’t run to anywhere, the effect of the drug simply wouldn’t let her legs carry her far.

She knew it too but she tried her best to get herself away from the car and possibly find some help. But fate had it that she fell on her knees barely five feet from the car.

‘I told you, I’ll take care of you tonight. No need to run from me. I really like you, be my toy and I’ll make sure you graduate with flying colours and you’ll have alot more of pocket money than the pittance your uncle give you,’ he sneered, confident that she will not report him and even if she reported him to the college, his wife will get him out of the trouble, just like before.

Before he can touch her, a punch at his jaw sent him sitting on the gravel floor and before he can react a few kicks at his stomach by his unknown assailant caused him to blacked out.

Cherish saw with her fuzzy eyesight her saviour was a tall dark haired man before passing out too but she managed to mumbled a simple ‘thank you’ to the relieved Taylor.

‘Shit, she passed out too. I can’t leave her here and I don’t know where the hell she lives. Better find her bag to see whether she has some address or something,’ Taylor mumbled. He found her bag in Wilson’s car and picked up Cherish from the floor without checking the content of her bag when he saw Wilson showed signs of regaining consciousness. Taylor knew, there was no use sending the pervert to the police. Wilson’s wife is the member of the most feared family in Ventris and Wilson himself had connection with those politic figures in the city. He sighed to himself, ’sorry Sheryl can’t get the jerk in the jail for you, I paid him a few kicks only’. He looked at the sleeping figure of Cherish next to him in his car wondering once again where he had seen her and started the journey back to the house he shared with his late wife’s younger sister.