“Madam Smith, you need to let us wash you. Mr. Smith said, you had not taken your bath in two weeks and you stink.” her eyes widened in embarrassment, was that what he said? That bastard… “I don't stink, I only smell like drugs.” She defended herself, she held the top of her dress together, they had tried to force her to take the dress off, but because she was struggling too much they left her alone and tried to convince her with words. She clutched the dress even closer to her chest, preventing Petra, Sheryl, or anyone else from touching her. “Come on, you have to wash up.” Petra said with a small frown on her forehead, her worry increasing as the time passes. “I can do that myself.” She insisted. “No, you can't.” Petra yelled again, now very frustrated by her attitude, there was literally nothing to be embarrassed about, because they were all women. “Mr. Smith carefully gave us order to make you clean.” Petra moved closer to her again and as she reached for Crystal again,
“Can I speak to you for a minute, Paige?” Kayden asked as soon as Paige left Crystal's room, she jolted in surprise, because she wasn’t expecting to see him right in front of the bedroom door. She let out a sigh from relief when she noticed that it was just Kayden and not some ghost that she had imagined in her head. “It’s pretty late right now and I don’t think you can go home. So, I suggest you just stay in the guest room.” He said as he folded his arms across his chest, he stared down at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes; he noticed her initial surprise and felt it was comical, he didn’t laugh obviously but his expression was equally mockingly. She was exactly like Crystal in so many ways. “No, I’m fine.” Paige said with steel like expressions, she didn’t know how long he had been silently waiting in front of the door like a predator, and she wasn’t so sure if he had heard anything they discussed. “I need to go home, I still live with my parents and they must be so worr
“Can I come in?” Crystal popped her head from the door, her blue eyes resting on both Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the smell of antiseptic and disinfectant in the hospital room filled the air as she entered, Mr. Smith was laid on the hospital bed, shrouded by crisp white sheets. The tubes and wires connected to machines wound their way from their source to the wrists of the poor old man. He was plopped up on a stack of pillows, his face was pale and sickly and shadows of exhaustion clung beneath his eyes, and as soon as he saw her, his eyes narrowed from a smile. “Crystal, how are you?” Lorenza asked with a small smile, she got up from where she was seated and strolled towards Crystal, Paige was supporting her from the side; it hasn’t even been one week since she got rid of the cast away from her neck and her leg but she was already up and doing. “Should you be walking around like this?” Mr. Connell asked curiously as he watched Crystal limp towards them. Lorenza pulled her into a wa
“Miss Smith, you should come downstairs for lunch.” Petra said with a small smile, Crystal had been sketching all day, she was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice it when Petra opened the door or when she came in. Petra loved her diligence, even while she was sick she requested to be handed her drawing tablet. “What are you drawing?” Petra whispered into her ears and Crystal jolts in surprised and quickly hugged her drawing tablet to her chest, but Petra had already gotten a glimpse of it. “Petra, I didn’t know you were here.” She answered with an uneasy smile, hoping that Petra didn’t see it, or she would think the worst. “Is that Kayden you are drawing?” She probed with a burgeoning excitement and Crystal felt a small flush on her cheeks, she had been caught. “Let me see.”“Don’t tell anyone. ” She warned first and Petra did the sign as if she zipped her mouth, that was the only time Crystal was able to trust her and show her the drawing. “Yes, it is Kayde
Sebastian rushed through the hallway but he found his mother sitting outside the room, on the visitors chair, her face was buried in her palms, he knew she was crying. He stopped for a while before he walks up to her quietly. “Mom,” He called her softly and she glanced up at him, the little details of her face, just like her ears, her eyes and the tip of her nose, all of them were now red. It was probably from crying too much. “Sebastian.” She stood up as well and he knew that she craved comfort, he pulled her into a big hug and she held unto him tightly as she cried into his chest. “Connell left me, he left me.” “I’m sorry mom. “ He said unable to form other words or other thoughts, even though Mr. Connell was very sick he never believed he could die, after all he was a strong man; he was supposed to get discharged tomorrow but he died in the morning. “What am I going to do without him, Sebastian, how am I going to live?” She asked and at this point Sebastian was also as c
“I would go with you.” Crystal said drying her eyes, she can’t believe that Mr. Connell was dead; she spoke to him on the phone with Petra just the previous day. “I want to come as well.”“No, you should stay here.” He said with the same cold expressionless face from minutes ago. “I will go to the hospital and come back.”“But I want to—“ He interrupted her sharply with a bang to the wall, she flinched sharply. “Just stay back and do as you are told!” He yelled his eyes narrowing in anger; she had never seen him lose his composure that much before. “He’s not your father, so don’t even try to pretend to care, you can shed your crocodile tears in your room!” That was the last he said before he left and Crystal broke down again, in tears, and almost immediately Petra came running in with a tears in her eyes also; Kayden probably told her. She got down on her knees as well, and held he hands. “I heard about Mr. Connell.” She said before pulling Crystal into a heartwarming hug, the
As if common sense or reasoning would ever stop Kayden from looking down on Crystal, it has been two months since Mr. Smith died and it was as though everyone had moved on fast. Occasionally, Crystal thought about him, and how sad he always was when it comes to his family, she felt sorry for him. She doesn’t wish to involve herself any further, for the sake of her mental health; Kayden didn’t mind making her lose her mind, especially since he has been so demanding from her at work recently. It makes her feel like his hatred for her increased since his father’s death. Or it could be that it was because of his father that he was being nice to begin with, she didn’t even know what to think anymore… it is none of her business. “Crystal,” Deborah called from the doorway, Crystal glanced up at her from the desk she rested her head on. Deborah had a worried look on her face and she came inside with a grim expression on her face, Deborah didn’t need to talk, she could already tell wha
“Did anything happen between you two?” Paige asked curiously as she walked Crystal outside and Crystal shrugged, Paige looked down at Crystal’s now trembling hands. “Your hands are stiff, aren’t they?”“Yes, they are.” She confessed as Paige palmed them in an attempt to improve the blood flow. “You should soak them in warm water.”“I still have to work tonight.” She declared and Paige eyes widened. “You know you shouldn’t work in your current situation, do you want to die?” Paige queried her voice hitting a very high note attracting the attention of the other workers that were casually walking by. “I thought you wanted to go to the bastard and tell him to take you off the project?”“I wanted to do just that too but then I realized that, that is exactly what he wanted and I won’t give him the joy or satisfaction of trampling over me.” She said confidently. “I am confident in my own skills; I will give him a design that will shut him up for good.” “You want to shut him up for good ev