"We can't let you through ma'am" My eyes were found gaping at the form away, holding onto such hostile air which exhumed from the fellow. "Sorry, what?""Mr. Holden has requested he best be left alone...He has informed us not to let anyone in" He clarified. "I work for him......at the company" My words barely had little effect on the man away, as that smug scowl still rested on his lips, with eyes holding a haze of trauma, and brute."We're gonna have to ask you to leave, young lady" He followed at once, motioning for me to step away. "It's important I see him, Sir" "You have to leave, Miss" "It's urgent" "I'd hate to repeat myself" "Come on!" My arms flung in the air, exasperation claiming the most of me."Ma'am, Please. You're creating a scene" My jaw had dropped without warning at his choice of words, eyes gaping on at him. "I'm creating a scene?" The scoff left my lips, gaze peering at that profile. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the name?" "Carl" He followed wit
My eyes remained fixed on the worn out shoes held on my feet, teeth biting on my lower lip hard, tasting the nervousness which crept through the whole of me. Gaze went searching through the environment, as if expecting something to pop out from one of those corners. Here I was, stood outside the gate of a mansion, awaiting for the past twenty minutes, contemplating whether to turn away or press the bell. Part of me itched to turn away, taking the winding path which led back to home, but the other part knew better. It was either this, or going back to what would only be my continued sadness. I didn't want that. My eyes soon beheld the crooked sign hung on the mighty gate, stating "HELP WANTED!" The writings had begun to fade, with the signage looking distressed enough, which only screamed that, this sign had been out here for a very long time. Whichever it was, there was no turning back now. Fingers fumbling with each other, feet hesitant, I slowly, more cautiously reached forw
My figure wandered around the living room, not even far gone into the job, and I seemed a total mess.For hours, I had gone through the same rigorous round of activities, dusting, scrubbing, brushing, it was only fair at this point, that I put my aching body to a rest. Form pushing towards the plush settee, I sank into the seat without warning, a quick sigh pouring out my lips.Okay, maybe I had raised my expectations so much. I must admit, I never thought making money would be this exhausting. And the worse feeling about it, is working for that money, not for one's personal gains, but to have an outstanding issue settled. It was tiring, believe me. Something glistened on the wall, snatching my attention for a moment. It was a glass frame, securing a painting, one which had managed to grab my attention. My gaze lingered on such magnificence of a piece eyes staring in awe at this item which looked like something one would find at an art museum. Feet had soon pushed forward, drawi
The sound of different voices coming from the other side of the house, caused me snatching the broom off the ground, hands reaching to wipe my tears-stained cheeks. Three figures came into view, those forms walking towards my direction, yammering and arguing about something so serious, they barely had taken notice of the girl stood before them onlooking with so much as a curious gaze.My attention was centered on two of the profiles in particular—bearing such striking resemblance, you were left wondering if some trick was being played on you. Those features they carried, similar hair colour, the same button-sized nose, and only then did it hit me that these were the twins Denna spoke of. That other figure seemed not to spare any attention to whatever it was they went on about. To be honest, he seemed bored out of his mind. "Oh, C'mon dude!" One of them drawled."For fuck sakes, I'm going nowhere!" Followed the response. Their british accents were evident. It was then I realised t
The first stop I made after leaving the Williams mansion, was the hospital. Not even daring to go home. People were seen scrambling about, while the hospital remained in a state of chaos. I could see a crowd hovering over a figure that was laid on a stretcher, while some nurses dragged the person in, screaming for the way to be cleared. That blaring of siren which gets me worked up every now and then, that particular sound which turns my hands clammy, blasted all around the vicinity, adding up to the discomfort of noise. Growing up, I was taught the siren meant danger, rather than rescue. For it was only heard whenever there was trouble. Be it the police siren, ambulance, fire brigade service, whatever it was, you would only hear that sound when a life was at stake, hence I never grew fond of it. It still gave me the chills, even till now. Hurrying my way past the number of figures, I moved over to the room where my mom was kept. Her figure was laid on the bed, wires of all sor
A tap on my shoulders, had at once jolted me off the comfort of sleep.Vision blur, I remained staring at the figure in front of me. Eyes slowly registering the person, and soon realizing it was a nurse. I looked around the room, examining every corner and every object present, and only then did it come to my knowledge that I was still at the hospital. Letting out a yawn, my gaze shifted over to mom who was still laid in the hospital bed, sleeping more peaceful than I'd ever seen her these past days. "Did you sleep here?" I heard the nurse utter to me. "Yeah.......Got so exhausted. What's the time?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "8 a.m" She replied. At the mention of this, reality knocked the senses back into me "It's a new day already?" "Christ! I'm late for work" I exclaimed. "Kindly tell mom I left" I called while running out of the room, pushing past every figure I came across in the hall. Hurrying out of the hospital, I made my way down to the path which le
I rushed into the hospital with the money held close to my chest, hurrying into the room where my mom was. Three doctors were present in there talking to her.Perhaps discussing the bad sides that would occur, if she wasn't treated at once. Oh, how much they loved divulging not so good news. Every one of them. Can't wait to see the shock on their faces when I present the whole lot of the money to them. "I have the money, doctor." I said amidst panting, my loud voice did so much in getting each of their attention as they placed all focus on me. "You have to start immediately." I added. No utterance came from any of the men, they all just remained staring at me, watching as I waved the stack of currency before their eyes. "How much do you have there ?" One of them asked "I don't know" "I don't care"My breathing was heavy, beads of sweat all over my face, while I moved over to the wall, trying to steady myself and taking in deep breaths. They all stared at me like I was crazy.
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 hi