Jason's POV Processing the scene I had just seen wasn't an easy job for me. So, I didn't even know when I froze at a spot. I wasn't sure of what exactly to say, but I just tried opening my mouth anyways. Well, from the look of things, it seemed the words needed more time to get ready. So, instead, I dashed for the keys Carey had in all regalia of shock dropped to the floor. I stormed to my car, and banged the door immediately I was in, then punched the horn as hard as I could so Carey and my man could take clue and drag their silly selfs to the vehicle."Damn it!" I cursed as I repeatedly hit my fist against the steering wheel.When Carey and the guy entered the vehicle, I turned on the ignition and stepped on the brakes with force, increased the gear and headed into the road with full spead."Do you want to get all three of us killed?" Carey asked the second time her head hit against the window."Just shut up, Carey and let me drive," I barked, as I shot her an angry glare."Why ar
Kelan's POV"Aliyah," I called softly as I sat cross-legged on the couch, feeding my eyes by staring at the pictures of her family on the wall. In one of the pictures, she was sitting comfortably on her dad's shoulder smiling gracefully. "Yes," she emerged from the kitchen holding the class of water I had requested the moment we got into the house. "Thank you," I said, as I collected the glass and emptied it in one gulp. "Do you need another glass?" she asked, with concern written all over her face. "No. I'm fine," I smiled. "You called me, right?" "Yeah," I nodded. "I was going to ask how old you were in that picture," I pointed at the picture I was referring to. "I was three," she chuckled. "It was my first day at school. Little Aliyah," she chuckled again. "Then, you looked so cute and innocent... Of course you also look so cute and innocent now," I added quickly as I knew some soft blows could descend on me. "Yeah, I do," she glanced at the picture."The food would soon b
Aliyah's POV In the dead of the night, with the ticking of the clock producing the only sound in the living room, I sat on the floor with my back against the wall and my knees folded up to my chest. Kelan, wearied and tired have had dinner and long gone upstairs to have a good rest. As I sat, the activities and arguments of the day replayed itself in my head. It was now my turn to feel worried over my dad's intentions. I drew my knees closer to myself as I wondered how Kelan absorbed everything my dad had told him. Speaking of my dad, I couldn't even think of what or where he intended doing or going. He had walked out of the house without giving me the tiniest clue, and up till this time, he wasn't yet back. "Could it be that he went to pay the Donald's a visit?" I asked aloud. I imagined the scene of his visit to the Donald's. How all three of them- Madam Rosa, Jason, and Carey would rise up with fury and aggression over him. It would be three against one. Would be be able to fig
Aliyah's POVSlowly, I opened my eyes to the figure of a tall man clad in a white coat. Looking at my surrounding, and discovering I was in a hospital, I drew a weak breath, and exhaled. I figured out that my dad had carried me up in his hands immediately I slumped and entered the road risking the possibility of being seen by people. The machines beeped rhythmically, and in some sort, they seemed to increse the tension I felt. "You're awake," the doctor brewed a smile and he stepped closer to me. "Yeah," I returned the smile. "How are you feeling?" he asked placing a palm on my forehead. "I'm alive," I said weakly. "Sure, you are," he chuckled as he opened my right eye, then the left, pointing a touch-like instrument inside. "Can you stick out your tongue? Try saying ah," he demonstrated. "Ah," I opened my mouth wide, and he examined it. My father stood beside the doctor as though he were his assistant, fixing his gaze on me. The only time, he shifted his gaze was when the doo
Kelan's POVAs I approached my father's house, fuming furiously, fists clenched, blood boiling, I had just one goal in mind - to confront them. My mother and brother- wait, did I just refer to them as my mother and brother? They clearly aren't. I was simply headed to my father's house to hear the story directly from their mouths. So, Madam Rosa and Jason were going to provide answers to all of my questions. They were going to tell me why they had kept me in the dark for such a long time. Getting to the door, I knocked furiously three times in a row, and it was when I was about knocking for the fourth time that the door got open wide enough to reveal Madam Rosa. "Hello son, how are you?" she asked, curving her lips into a perfect smile as if nothing has transpired. As if she never attempted getting rid of me. As if she never walked past me at the police station. "First of all," I began as I walked past her through the door. "There's no need for pretence of any sort. Because I know t
Kelan's POV Sitting in the front seat, next to Mr. Lanez, the silent ride was seemingly uncomfortable as I noticed the worry lines drawn on his forehead. There was this invisible cloud of tension hovering in the car as the engine hummed in melody. "Uhmm," I cleared my throat to gain his attention. "Thank you for saving me back there," I fondled with the handkerchief in my hands. I was taken aback by his silent treatment. Was he mad at me because of the way I relentlessly argued over his revelations yesterday? "I'm sorry for not believing you yesterday. I just found it so difficult to believe that they could be as terrible as that," I blabbed. "Mr Lanez," I called aloud, then immediately regretted my action as the eyes he flashed out me weren't friendly at all. "Did I do anything wrong?" I asked calmy."Kelan, you did everything wrong," he yelled. "You just added to all of the current complexities," he sighed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. My mind raced, my heart
Aliyah’s POV“Your honor, my clients here,” the lawyer spoke, gesturing to Jason and Carey, “Plead not guilty as regards to the alleged murder,” his voice pierced through the hushed voices of the many individuals occupying the rows of wooden benches in the tensed atmosphere of the courtroom. I shift uneasily on my seat, eager for whatever verdict.Kelan must have noticed my uneasiness, as he pressed my palms. “Aliyah, relax,” he whispered.I heaved a sigh in response and reclined backwards because the last thing I wanted for myself was clouding my head with lots of thoughts, slumping again, and finding myself back at the hospital I had left a week ago.My gaze fell on Jason and Carey both wearing a smirk on their faces. I searched in vain for the expression of remorse, but I found none, not even a tiny bit. They seemed to be super confident in their lawyer or something else only them knew about. Slowly, my gaze travelled upwards to the elevated perch where the judge sat, peering throu
Jason's POVPushing myself off the hard bunk with a grunt, I strode out alongside my fellow inmates into the dark corridor of the prison. In a single file, we dragged ourselves to the prison yard where we had our morning drills. During my first few days here, the space of about a plot of land was apportioned to me to clear up, but with my transition to the chief bully, such was no longer the case. I was even nicknamed Don Jay after I served the previous bully, loads of punches. "Would you all stop dragging your feet?" the prison officer barked. The question must have provoked the inmates as the shuffling of feet intensified. "Man, are you deaf? Lift your feet off the ground," I heard an inmate say. Swiftly turning around, I shot a fiersome gaze at this new scrawny inmate who probably doesn't know who I was. Because the rest of the inmates knew better than to question me or challenge my authority. Giving him a second chance, I ignored him and assumed my steps. "Hey!" he barked, wi