Lauren's POV “Mom!” I screamed, standing up and running after her as Damien overtook me and took his phone out to make a call to the front desk. “Don’t let her get out. Block all exits. If she makes an escape, every single staff in this hotel is fired,” he threatened over the phone. I could barely see where I was running to as tears blurred my vision. I had to slow down because of how heated and how fast my heart was beating in response to my actions, and I ended up falling to the floor and crying, aggressively wiping my tears. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked a question meant for my mother that she couldn’t hear me ask just yet. “I just want you to be fine. Why do you have to do this to me? I know it’s not your fault, but…” By the time I managed to gather my strength and take the elevator to the first floor, Damien was shouting at his staff as they all stood in a straight row, looking down in shame. “How can you stand here and tell me
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” I asked Damien, rubbing my eyes and staring up at the ceiling. “You know it’s been a long day, and a long night especially.” “I understand how badly you need to rest, but I just wanted to talk to you about this before it turns into something less important. It’s about what you heard me and Darla talking about.” “You should know that I don’t want to talk about it right now. I told you to give me time to think about it,” I reminded him. “I know what you told me, Lauren. There are just a couple of things that I want you to know. I just want you to listen to me, please,” he pleaded. With a defeated sigh, and because I wasn’t sleepy in the first place, I sat up and gave him the go-ahead for what he wanted to tell me. “I was just nineteen when my father fully introduced me to this business. He had asked me to take a parcel to a group of men, and I did as he said because I didn’t know what was in the parcel. Even if I kn
Lauren's POV “I don’t understand.” I shook my head, getting out of bed and walking towards the balcony of my suite to get some air. “Conrad’s father has been in prison for years now?!” Not only was that the case, he was in prison for murder as well? The thought of that and the fact that Conrad knew but hid it from me the whole time sent a sick feeling into my stomach. “Yes, Lauren. I believe he will be getting released soon as well. I wanted you to know this because it would cause a misunderstanding if you had to find out any other way,” he explained. “Does Shirley know about this? I know we broke up and he lied to me when we were still together, but please tell me that Shirley knows the truth at least,” I pleaded. “I honestly don’t know about that, Lauren. I don’t keep track of what they decide to tell each other in their relationship,” he replied. “They’re planning to get married, Damien. If anything, she should know the truth about the pers
“Miss Lauren Walter, we’re calling to inform you that your father has officially gone over two weeks without providing the payment for your father’s treatments. He’ll be taken off treatment in the next five days if the payment isn’t made.”“No, please. I—”The loud beep came, signalling that the woman on the other side of the phone had hung up.“Oh, God. No, no, no,” I muttered to myself, wiping my stray tears. “Fuck!”I walked back through the backdoor and into the kitchen of the restaurant where I worked as a waitress.I took shaky breaths, wiping the cold sweat off my forehead as I walked towards the manager’s office.“Come on in,” his gruff voice responded right after I knocked on the door.The door creaked open, revealing the man with his salt-and-pepper hair and matching moustache sitting behind his desk. There was a toothpick in his mouth and he sat almost lazily. The customized, illuminated nameplate on his table, which a lot of the staff laughed at behind his back, drew my at
“Lauren,” Shirley squeaked, both of them scrambling to cover themselves with the white sheets. “I can explain, it’s really not—” “I don’t know if I really want to listen to you explain why you’re in bed with my boyfriend, Shirley.” I shook my head, turning to Conrad with tear-filled eyes. “How could you do this to me?” He only sighed and looked away in response, leaving me unsure of knowing if he was remorseful. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Lauren, please.” Shirley attempted to stand up, but Conrad pulled the sheets back so he wouldn’t be naked. Shirley resorted to putting on her shirt and shorts. “Why…?” I questioned nobody in particular. This whole thing had just been thrown in my face and, as much as I needed answers, I didn’t want to hear much from them. “How long?” I said. “How long has this been going on?” “Three months,” Conrad was the one to reply now, his eyes fixated on me without an inkling of guilt. “Oh, God,” I collapsed against the door, squirming as Shirle
“Your father is not responding to the treatments anymore.” The mechanical-like voice of the woman on the other end played on and on in my head for the rest of the ride to the hospital. It took everything in me not to scream in the confined space of that car. She said he was unresponsive. She didn’t say he was dead. I chanted those words in my head until I got tired of hearing them from myself. Perhaps, I was only freaking out for nothing. They must have done something by then and he was now responsive. They must have forgotten to call me and tell me not to panic. As soon as we reached the hospital, I ran into the lobby, where the waiting room was, to find the receptionist with a concentrated look on her face as she read through a file. “Hi, hi!” I called out, reaching her desk like a wild animal. She flinched, frowning at me. “Walter?” She raised her brows, recognizing me. “Yes.” I nodded, panting. “You’ll
It was silent in the car. I was anxiously chewing on my fingernails, taking deep breaths that didn’t calm me as much as I wanted. I had lost my father, and I was about to lose my mother, all in one night. I couldn’t let that happen. “Please drive faster,” I pleaded, checking my phone to see that I had just three minutes left out of the seven minutes to be at home. The driver picked up his speed, thankfully, but I couldn’t tell if we could make it in time. “What’s the matter? I could always call my boss to sort it out for you,” he offered. “It’s fine, I’m fine. You’ve both done enough. This is more than enough,” I declined. Dragging strangers into my mess, even at their insistence, was not something I wanted to do, especially when I knew that my bad luck never ended. They could help me this one time and the next thing to happen to me would be even worse. I didn’t need that on anyone. “It’s really not a problem. He told me to let him know
Shirley had moved in with Conrad. I had only found out about it when I went to Shirley’s apartment, where her neighbors told me that she had moved just that morning. I found myself in front of Conrad’s door later, only to be met with Shirley opening the door. She was wearing a blue shirt of his which almost matched the shade of her eyes, and her blond hair was up in a messy bun. “Wow,” I mouthed. If I were seated in front of a screen and watching myself going through this, I would be laughing at just how impossibly shitty my life was. “Lauren, I…” she trailed off, possibly out of excuses to make. “You don’t have to worry about the apologies, Shirley. I already wished you two good luck yesterday. That’s not why I’m here,” I assured her. “Who’s at the door?” I heard Conrad’s muffled voice from inside the house, followed by his footsteps as he finally made his way out to find me. His brows scrunched in a frown as he