Secret Desire: Obsession Receives a New Meaning

By Kevin Wilson

Anna Sax is the most notorious New York City Homicide Detective there is. She's brought down some of the worst killers the Big Apple has ever seen, including drugs dealers, gangsters, and even a police commissioner. You can't get away with murder with Anna on the case. - When a violent serial killer begins raping and murdering women across the city, it is Anna and her rookie partner Bobby Clark who must track down a smart and dangerous psychopath. When the killer begins to personally taunt Anna the veteran detective becomes even more determined than ever to end his reign of terror. - Take a ride with Anna Sax in this page turning suspense thriller that will introduce you to smart, funny, and charismatic characters that you will want to follow for years to come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257688647

Kevin Wilson

KEVIN WILSON is Vice President of Videologies, Inc., a company that specializes in training administrative professionals in Fortune 500 companies. JENNIFER WAUSON is President of Videologies, Inc.

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Chapter 1

A Broken Soul

"Obsession- e9781257688647_f001.jpg A compulsive, often unreasonable idea or emotion."

"Desire- e9781257688647_f002.jpg To wish or long for, want."

New York was a booming city. It had a soothing calmness to it. Tonight the weather was exceptional. It was a perfect, beautiful night to stroll through Central Park. The summer weather was as brutal and humid as one could imagine. Tonight April Stevens was unable to focus on anything but the past three weeks of her life. It was just days before New York City’s major blackout when April’s world turned upside down. Having rent to pay, and other living expenses, she was forced with no choice but to suck-up what had happened to her and face her fear.

Three weeks he tormented her. People at her job were jealous because of the attention she was getting. April Stevens could do no wrong. At this job April’s word was golden. Do not confuse her with a spoiled employee. A normal, and smart person would have used that to their advantage. This attention was something April did not want. She hated being the envy of her co-workers. They wanted to be the bosses "favorite". April just wanted to be able to go home at night, and not have to think of the horrible night that changed her forever. She would give anything to erase that memory.

Tonight while manhattenites embraced the city’s heat wave by opening fire hydrants, all April was able to do was cry. She cried to herself this night as she had every night for the last three weeks. Her mother kept asking her what was wrong. She desperately wanted to tell someone. Her mother was her best friend. She was the one she could trust with anything. Anything but this, how would her mother look at her knowing what had become of her daughter? Mentally April was on the brink of self-destruction.

Every day April would arrive at her Manhatten based web design office. She would sit by her Macintosh computer, which held her most important work. Minutes after she walked in, Damon Chase would enter. He would do the same thing each morning. He would walk over and kiss April on her head. She would close her eyes each time and embrace the kiss. She tried brutally hard to remain professional. Damon, her boss, made it really hard for her. Chase Design of Graphics, and Art, was paying her bills. Damon treated all his employees well. However April he treated exceptionally well. Dawn Franklin, the office secretary asked Damon if he was dating April. Of course he said no. He wasn’t dating her, what he had with April was much more then dating. It was almost criminal.

After Damon entered his office, April would check her e-mail. Each day there were new messages. Her box would be filled with at least 30 e-mails. 15 of them were from Damon. The job had started out as an internship, and worked its way to a full-time position with high pay. How could April walk away from this opportunity? After all she was getting paid a fairly decent salary, plus overtime for work she brought home with her. No one else received overtime. Living in Manhatten is expensive, and she was more then capable of living on her own. The work was of a nature in which she could truly enjoy, until that night.

April would leave the office everyday at 5:30 pm and walk to her studio apartment in Soho. It wasn’t a huge apartment but it was big enough for April. Her bedroom was in her living room, as well as her office. Her kitchen consisted of a two-seat table, a refrigerator, a small stove, and a telephone that was dangling by the wire coming out of the wall. Each night she walked in and checked her answering machine. 2 calls were always from her mom. She was always asking April to tell her what was wrong. She always pleaded with her daughter for answers to her strange behavior. April had gotten used to the messages that usually followed behind her mothers. Damon would constantly be leaving messages telling her how she looked so pretty at work. He would continue to go on and tell her how much she meant to him. Just like the kiss, she would close her eyes and embrace it.

April was only twenty-four years old. She was 18 when she moved out of her mother’s home. Her mother agreed to pay for her college, under the stipulation that April got a job. So she arranged to attend school and do an internship. A college professor had informed her that a job in the graphic design field was hard to come by. He knew of a position at Chase Design of Graphics and Art. It was a position many students were going for. Many schools tried to get their students that internship. April was the lucky one. She was ecstatic when she called her mother and informed her of the good news. She was working there only 6 months when Damon offered her a full-time position after his chief designer became terminally ill. Part of her felt bad, that she was taking a dying man’s job. She hoped one day he would storm the office and demand his job back. April would have given it up to him gracefully. Non-the-less the job was hers. Her life was coming together perfectly. She was living in Manhatten peacefully, and had a great high paying job. Her feelings all changed that horrible night.

7:30 pm and April was roaming the streets of Manhatten. She passed by the Virgin Mega store, and worked her way up to 49th street. There was a small bar that April visited each payday for a drink. Normally her body would only allow her one or two drinks. After watching her father slowly become subdued to alcohol, April refused to let her self drink too much. The bartender asked April for her order. Her face was familiar to him.

Whiskey, on the rocks please. April asked politely.

The bartender was not expecting that response. She normally ordered a Budweiser, or a Coors Light. As his profession has taught him, he knew something was bothering her. Today was different then the other days. She was growing tired of the harassment. The constant torment and reminder of what he had done was eating away at her. Since that night, a piece of her was gone, ripped away like a savage beast would eat its prey. Poor April was losing grip with reality. She hoped it would go away.

Look kid, if I can help you with anything let me know. Whiskey doesn’t really mix well with sorrow, so… April cut him off.

Just give me the damn drink! She snapped as she slammed her fist on the bar.

He handed the young girl her drink. She sipped her drink for several minutes until the glass was empty. She remained seated at the bar. The glass was still empty. The drink helped to calm her nerves but, it not had not calmed them enough. Ten minutes and two drinks later, she decided to ask for something much stronger. At this point she was already feeling the affects of the first couple of drinks.

Hey bartender! she screamed.

She didn’t remember that the man’s name was Joey. They had spoken a few times before. Joey could tell April was drunk already. Three strong drinks could really do damage to someone with no tolerance for liquor.

What can I do for you April? Joey asked.

Give me a glass of 151 please? April replied.

Joey couldn’t believe his ears. She had never drunk this hard. He was a bit hesitant to give her the drink. His hesitation began to enrage her. She continued to relive that night she spent with Damon. Her mind was not as drunk as she wanted.

What the hell are you looking at? Give me the damn drink please! She screamed.

April, come on. I think you had enough. Joey replied.

April stood up from the bar stool and straightened her back. She lifted her finger and began to snare slurred remarks at him.

Don’t tell me when I’m done! I will be done when I say I’m done! Now give me the fucking drink! April screamed.

Can’t do it April, you’re getting out of hand. He replied.

She sat back down and slumped over the bar. She desperately wanted that drink.

Hey, just give me the drink please, I’m fine, just one more, I’ll leave you a nice tip. April said with a big smile.

Although her smile was beautiful, it was not enough to convince him to give her another drink. April was leaned over the bar with her hand out holding the empty glass. She was begging for another drink. Joey finally had enough.

April, why don’t you go home? Sleep off what you just had, and come back another day. I can’t serve you anymore. He said.

She refused to leave. Joey was beginning to sense something was seriously off with her. She was out of control. A couple of times she staggered to bathroom and would quickly return. Joey could tell by her face she had gone to the restroom to throw up. He offered her, the next best thing to an alcoholic drink.

How about some water to help your stomach? I think you got too much in ya. He said.

She was getting really agitated with his worry. She just wanted to forget, for one night that her life was a terrible mess. She wanted to forget the constant torment and pain. Joey was just adding to her already hurt mind. Finally he poured her a glass of water, and placed the glass in front of her. She soon gripped it and what she did next caught every patron of the bar off guard.

She threw the water all over Joey. He jumped back as the cold water dripped down his shirt. The ice that was in the cup had left marks on his face. April stood up again and began to verbally abuse him. This behavior was abnormal for her. She would never do or say the things she was blasting at poor Joey.

Fuck you man! Fuck you! How can you deny me a drink! You don’t know the shit I go through! You think it’s easy to live my life? You sit behind a bar and serve drinks to slobbering shitheads all day and yet you deny me a drink? I hope it happens to you too! I hope you all go through this too! Fuck you all! April exclaimed.

She staggered to the exit of the bar. She knew she was not welcomed there after that scene. Before she reached the exit she felt her knees lock, then buckle right out from under her. She quickly grabbed hold of the bar. It was the only thing that kept her from hitting the floor. Her brown hair covered most of her face. She was now laughing hysterically. Joey hopped over the bar and helped April to her feet. He knew it was time for her to go home. He carried her outside and flagged a taxi. As the taxi pulled up Joey reached in to her pocket and pulled out her wallet. He looked in and read the address to the driver. As Joey gently placed April’s drunken body into the backseat of the taxi, she looked up and apologized to him. Joey reached into his own pocket and handed the driver a twenty-dollar bill.

Make sure she gets home okay. That twenty is more then enough for the fare. Just take her home. He said to the cab driver, as if to warn him not to rip her off.

The driver took off. A drunken April lied in the back seat. She did nothing but moan every couple of seconds. The driver kept peeking into the through the rear view mirror to make sure she didn’t vomit all over his cab. He kept watching the fare meter. By the time he reached her apartment building the meter was at six dollars and seventy cents. Clenched tightly in his hand was the twenty that Joey gave him. He came out from the cab to help the woman to her doorstep. April staggered up the stairs. She lived on the third floor. Her mind was too messed up to tell her to use the elevator. She climbed the stairs to the second floor where she stopped. She took a deep breath and watched everything she had eaten earlier in the day slam on the floor. She felt horrible. Her stomach was turning all sorts of ways. It was cramping up tightly. Finally the pain and feeling passed her. She continued up the stairs and reached her floor. Her breath and clothes reeked of vommit. She stopped in front of her door and struggled to get in.

After fighting with the key to her front door for a couple of minutes the now sick and intoxicated April got inside. Her drunken body fell on her futon. Her apartment was messy. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, in fact it hadn’t. She normally kept her place relatively clean. April closed her eyes and fell asleep. Her body was unable to move. She had definitely done herself in. It had been a long day for her.

She slept for about two to three hours before being woken up by her phone ringing. She jumped from the futon to answer the phone. Instead of answering it she remembered the only two calls she had been receiving lately. Neither person calling was one she wanted to speak to. She let her answering machine get it.

Hi this is April, leave me a message!

Her voice sounded happy and outgoing. It was not the voice of the April that now was. After the beep April became startled by the voice on the other end.

Hey sweetie, I just thought I would call to tell you how much I missed you. Baby you have to understand how much you mean to me. You have to know that you are the sun that brightens my day.

The voice alone was making her sick. Damon was relentless. He continued to harass her. The constant phone calls were driving her insane. All she wanted was to move on and forget that night had ever happened. Three weeks of constant torment. April could not handle it anymore. She grabbed the phone tightly with the small intention of picking it up and letting Damon have it. Instead she pulled the phone with a hard tug, and her face grew angry as she yanked as hard as she can. She was trying to pull the phone out of the wall. She yanked again and again unsuccessfully. She wasn’t very strong but this was killing her. With each hard pull a tear would form in her eyes. Finally as her anger got the best of her she let out a loud scream, which ended by the sound of the phone, crashing to the floor. April calmed herself down after that.

She sat on the futon thinking. She thought back to that night. It was a night that Damon Chase stole something from her. He stole something that could never be replaced. All this was eating away at her like a plague. It was making her sick thinking what she could have done differently. Maybe if she were stronger, maybe if she weren’t such a coward, maybe then it wouldn’t have happened. Coward was a word that she screamed to herself minute after minute. Every day she would think about the coward she was. How come she couldn’t stand up to a man like Damon? All she could have done is said no. Was it that simple? In her mind it was. April finally came up with a solution to her problem. There was one way to fix the situation.

She ran across her living room into the kitchen. Her eyes were filled with tears that began to flow down her cheeks as she grabbed hold of a kitchen knife. This was the only way to end her torment. No one would ever know her reason for doing what she was about to do. It was better that way. Everyone would remember the April from three weeks earlier, not the coward that she made herself out to be now. With the knife gripped tightly in her hand, she slid it as hard as she could across her wrist and quickly did the same to the other hand. She walked over with the blood dripping down her fingers and turned on her radio. The blood was quickly covering everything she was touching. Her carpet was normally an old green color but was quickly turning red. The radio was blasting loudly throughout the apartment. It was shaking pictures April had hanging on the wall. The neighbors would soon be complaining. April felt her body slowly getting numb. She thought at first it was from the liquor in her body but then when she saw the blood on the floor she knew what she had done.

She tried to make her way to the front door. She opened the door and realized the chain lock was still on which she always put on when she got home. She tried to lift her hands to unlock it. It was now she realized her hands were numb. The blood was dripping heavily on the floor. April turned from the door to try and get the phone that was lying on the floor in