You would think that was the last I saw of him. He returns back to me after returning the plate. “Er, what is it this time?”. I huff in frustration. He has that annoying smirk plastered on his face. It is safe for me to say that he has reserved all his smirk for me. “Relax angry bird, I came to tend to your wounds”. He raises a first aid box I didn't initially see. “Carolina can handle it when she is done with whatever is occupying her time”. He doesn't listen to me, instead he walks closer. “Cute”. He says plopping down on the bed like he owns the place. Actually he owns the place I groan internally. He gently places my foot on his thighs, pulling off the old bandage. He cleans around the injury before wrapping the new bandage. He does the same thing for the other foot. He places the old bandaged in a small disposable bag. Then walks over to my bathroom to wash his hands. When he returns I can't help but admire this fine specimen of a man. His sleeves are folded, two buttons of hi
Denise’s POVA good night rest is always characterized by a refreshing feeling when your body is thrown into consciousness. I peel my eyes open after the most refreshing night rest I have gotten in a really long time. My blissful sleep was probably brought about by my recent discovery, not just that but being able to relate my findings to Gregory. Although he didn't look convinced at first I am sure he is an intelligent man and he will figure things out himself. A smile is etched on my face as I stretch on my bed knowing that when I leave this house I have planted a seed to prove my innocence. My revelation about Ellie being the culprit will be in his mind making him doubt his choices and action towards me. In time he'll know I never forced myself on him and into his life. The smile is wiped off when I notice the Empty crib. Ivy is not in her crib. Fear crawls up my spine. I am sure I put her to sleep in her crib last night. She was sound asleep before I laid in bed. Did Ellie find
Being confined to a room for days will make you appreciate the freedom you enjoy. I take careful steps out of my room towards the kitchen. I have been feeling hungry at night these days, so I sneak up at night to get some. Though I doubt I will be disturbing anyone seeing the mansion is so large that they would hardly hear me from their rooms. The hallways are quiet as I walk through, the same as the kitchen. I don't bother to put on the light. I have come to memorise the kitchen and the path to the fridge like my name. Once the piece of cake is on my plate I move to the living area. It's dimly lit like the rest of the house. “It's not going to work!Do you think I haven't tried”. It's Ellie. She is agitated with whoever she is speaking to on the phone. “You sound as if I haven't been trying on my part. Do you know how risky it is being in the midst of things?”. She whisper yells. She moves closer to where I am and my heart rate increases, for fear of her seeing me. Ellie relaxes on
“Denise….” My boss yells my name even though he doesn't have to. Rosie rolls her eyes at the way he yelled my name. It's a good thing she isn't close to him right now else they'll begin bickering like teenage siblings. “Boss, you called”. I say once I am in his office. He lifts his eyes from his computer screen and fixes them on me. “Yes, I have scheduled you for a shoot downtown, it's only supposed to take less than an hour. I'll watch after Ivy”. He says, fixing his gaze back on the screen. “Lilly will give you the necessary info”. He doesn't look back at me when he says this. “What does he want?” Rosie says once I return to arrange my stuff. “He wants me to cover a shoot downtown”. I tell her as I stuff the last of my property in my backpack. “And Ivy?”. She questions. “He'll watch her, besides she's really comfortable with him. I pick up the backpack and head for the door. “ Why are you leaving without me when we are both aware that you need my car to commute”. She tells me wit
I turn my head to Rosie and her eyes are round and wide mimicking my own. “shit” I mouth. “Who’s there?”. Someone shouts from inside. The sound of footsteps approached us. My heart is beating faster than I can process. This wasn't how I planned it. I was just going to sneak up on her and find out what she's up to. The sound of a gun being corked is heard and colour drains from Rosie's face. I bet my face mirrors hers “On the count of three we run”. I mouth to Rosie. She nods to my suggestion like an understanding child. “One, two, three, run”. I mouth to her. We both rose, hitting down the cans we hid behind. They have all realised that people were indeed in their territory. Various footsteps are heard as we run; they are after us. “Boom, boom, boom”. Shots are fired at us but luckily we've taken a left. Soon enough I find some men hot on our trail. “Rosie”. I call out to Rosie as we run. She briefly looks back at me before keeping her eyes on her track we need to split up. “what!
I knew I shouldn't have asked for his help but I did. I knew I shouldn't have run away but I did. Now I am hiding in a dark alley at the back door of a pub and jumping at the slightest sound I hear. My heart hasn't had a stretch of relieve since I hid here, knowing he could pop out at any second and grab me. I should have known he was going to come for me after I didn't pick their call for two days. I didn't have what he wanted that's why I didn't pick but he wouldn't have listened to my bloody excuse, This is what happens when you look for help from the wrong people.With every staff that comes out of this pub I am scared it's him. The crates are serving as a shield for me as they hide me from whoever might see me. My legs are hurting from my crouched position and if I don't adjust them soon I think I might just go crazy. With my mouth in my heart I go ahead to readjust my position and immediately I do so, relieve floods body."There she is' ' his sickly sweet voice echoes in the all
The pains in my stomach is killing me but I manage to make it home, it's late and the streets are quiet, As I enter I notice the television is till on which is odd because my mum sleeps early, I move towards my mum's bedroom and the entrance floor is covered with a little puddle of blood, and my heart sinks, my brain begins to move on overdrive, I cover my mouth with my hands as I stifle a cry, "that bastard" I cry silently, he said he wasn't going to hurt my mum yet, I guess I gave him too much credit, I thought to myself as the tears roll down my cheeks, I am too scared to move.Relieve floods me when I enter the room and see mum stroking Mr pickles furs, my dad's cat, my mum is fine but Mr pickles isn't. "Mum", I cautiously call out to her, the tears in my eyes do not stop as I rush towards her and throw my hands around her "what happened to mister pickles", my voice only but a whisper, "I don't know honey, I came into my room to get a shawl and I found him here bleeding, there w
Leaving my mother all by herself in the hospital with no one to look after her was a no easy task for me, but I had to if I have to raise money for her surgery. When I spoke to Rosie yesterday, I explained all what had happened and to say she was disturbed by what happened would be an understatement. She is willing to help me as much as she can. And true to her word she called me this morning to inform me we have a meeting with a prospective client. I'm on my way to the studio where I work, Rosie has already informed me she'll not be at work today, so I'm not too bothered when I didn't see her at work. Time passes like a blur."Hey, Ro", I say as I take a seat in the restaurant, the place is warm and cozy which I really appreciate coming from outside, she looks at me worriedly, "are you alright" she mouths to me, I laugh despite how I feel and tell her that I am, I know she doesn't believe me but she gives me a sad smile regardless. We make our order as we wait.Rosie, begins to tel