7

I walked into the Williams mansion, a sad expression plastered on my face.

Denna as usual was in the living room cleaning and dusting away all dirt while I walked in.

"You're gonna get in trouble one day for turning up late" She smiled at me, waving her duster at my figure in the process.

I struggled to flash a smile back, Proceeding quietly into the kitchen.

Luckily for me, I found it to be empty.

Now where could everyone be?

Deciding it was time to commence the day's duties, I grabbed an apron, packed my hair in a bun, and went for the cleaning instruments which were at a corner screaming for my name.

The sudden storming in of a figure caused my whole figure jolting, gaze shifting to the doorway where a form came pushing in. Somewhat familiar, It didn't take long for me recognising him—the same boy from yesterday, advancing towards me, his eyes never for once evaded my profile.

His hair remained ruffled, jaw clutching tight, gaze held strongly on my form.

Anger sure filled his eyes. I noticed that so well.

"Where's the money?!" His voice travelled into my ears, tone loud.

"What money?" My own voice came out weak, low and barely audible even for my ears.

"Don't play games with me. I know you took the money." He said almost immediately.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I defended, trying to walk away, but his hold on my wrist pulled me back to the position I was.

My eyes shifted to my wrist where he touched, staring at it like something acidic had grazed there.

A brief silence filled the air, and just then, he began moving towards me, eyes matching mine.

"I don't know who let you in my room" He began, words pouring out one after the other, while he inched closer to my figure.

"but you and I know very well that you took that money."

At this point, I was already backing the wall, and had nowhere to go.

"You'll pay me my money. That's for certain. I don't care how you're gonna do it, but YOU WILL PAY ME." I heard call in a low voice.

His face was just a finger away from mine, and for certain I could feel his breath fanning against my skin.

"Nia, have you seen-" A voice from nowhere spoke, with Denna stumbling in, freezing at the sight in front of her-- The boy peering intently at me, hovering over my figure, while I remained like a lost puppy begging to be rescued.

His eyes remained fixed on me, and the anger resting there was just too obvious.

"The name's Nia, huh?" He uttered, pronouncing my name carefully.

For some reason, it sounded so soothing to my ears. The way it rolled off his tongue.

"You owe me, Nia." He called while walking out of the kitchen without sparing a glance at Denna who stood there confused.

"What's going on?" She asked the moment he stepped out.

"It's nothing." I uttered almost immediately, while avoiding making eye contact with her.

"It's not nothing, Nia" She moved over to where I stood, her gaze moving all over me.

"Cameron was just in this kitchen. He never comes in here. What's wrong?" She questioned.

Cameron. His name's Cameron.

"There's nothing wrong" I called in a low voice, giving her a weak smile, and then making my way out of the kitchen, soon to undergo a round of frustration.