My thoughts become juxtaposed as I descend the stairs with Grumpy right behind me, his hand pressing firmly against my lower back. My heart beats frantically against my ribcage, I fear it will burst free. My breath is in short ragged gasps. I don't feel my legs as they have turned numb and just going in the direction Grumpy leads me towards like a robot. My arms swing beside me limply like a pendulum out of control. The faint sound of footsteps manages to echo over the roars of my blood. The men have started descending the stairs and I fear that they will catch up with us soon. We are going to get killed and it will all be my fault. Because I can't listen to simple instructions and I can not be not dumb. If only I stayed in the hotel room, if only I hadn't helped the woman, if only I hadn't been such a fool to let a reporter take my interview. I have done some pretty dumb things in my life but this...this tops everything. Not to think that our lives depend on this. Grumpy knows wh
For once, I yield to Grumpy's instruction. I don't move. I don't make a noise. I just stay where I am while I pray to whoever god is out there that Grumpy makes it back to me. I don't let my mind wander and think the worst-case scenario like it usually goes. I just stay crouched into a ball as time goes by. Even when my leg starts screaming in pain, I don't lift myself. The pain seems to work wonders on my mind because it doesn't do its usual haphazard, utterly draining thoughts. It zeroes on the pain I feel in my ankle and my leg. Still, fragments of these thoughts slip into my head. Is he dead? Is he alive? Is he coming back to me? Is he able to successfully cut the tail off their back? Perhaps, he's gotten tired of my stupidity and decided not to come back for me. He can't deal with me anymore so he left. I don't blame him if that's the decision he takes. My mind keeps going back and forth. My lips trembling. My body shaking with silent cries I wrap my arms my arms around my leg
Everything happens faster than I can keep up. With each day that goes by it feels like I'm drowning. I just lost my father and it doesn't help that I have cameras shoved to my face every angle I turn and I'm not left alone to mourn him properly. I have arched my head than I can keep count and a permanent ache now tortures my neck. I have had my back patted more than I like. And I have been looked upon with sad, pitiful eyes that make everything much worse. I'm not alone throughout the process. My stepbrother, Gareth and my father's good friend, Uncle Stanley are here too. But for the most part, I feel so lonely and burdened. Grumpy left the moment we arrived at the hospital that day. While Uncle Stanley broke the terrible news about my father's death to me. I knew his job here was done since he brought me safely to New York but a part of me wished, he at least said goodbye to me. Now, I'm in the hall where my father's memorial will take place.To me, everything seems rushed, but
I briefly close my eyes, inhaling deeply before I turn around. What's wrong with you?" Gareth asks. He doesn't wait for my answer before he continues. "They are about to announce Father's will." He says, smiling momentarily when a camera swindles to us. Unlike me, Gareth has been thriving pretty well with the commotion going on. He's been having countless meetings, preparing to take the mantle of the new CEO of Rodriquez Brands. A position that I don't care for. I just want to be out of here as soon as possible. "Okay," I say tightly and head to the room where Father's will is to be announced. I manage to enter the room before my legs give up. My breath comes out in a labored gasp. My head spins and I feel like a weight is lunged into my chest. I am on the brink of breakdown with the myriad of emotions overwhelming me. It's too much than I can take. Too much. "Are you okay?" A voice cut through the stillness and my spine straightens
When I applied for the waiter's job hired for Leo Rodriquez's memorial, I told myself it was because of the pay—it wasn't— but deep down it was because of the daughter of the deceased—may his soul rest in perfect peace. I have been curious about Lia and seeing her on TV hasn't exactly helped me. It made my curiosity about her welfare mount with each day that went by and her stiff appearance made me genuinely worried about how she was faring even though I had no reason to be. So here I am, taking up a job that I don't necessarily need and carrying a goddamn tray because I want to see Lia for myself. My eyes have been on her since the very moment she arrived in a mid-length black dress, her blonde hair cascading on her shoulder. She has a smile on her face since. A fake smile. Not a lot of people noticed but I do. And it looks like she is barely keeping herself together. I watch interact her with a few people before entering into a small room by the corner with her brother. My eyes
Even as I fought for my life inside the bathroom, my thoughts were about him, barging in like a knight in shining armor and saving me from my self-destruction. Even when I felt a hand on my lower back, I wished it was him because that would be the only way I could have survived. Being this attached to someone who probably considers me a stranger is alarming but I'm already far too gone.The bike suddenly jerks, throwing me forward and leaving me no choice but to wrap my hands around Grumpy through the drive. It is either that or I fall over. Finally, we get to our destination. Grumpy stops his bike in front of a row of beautiful flowers overlooking a small lake. When Grumpy told me to hop on his bike I didn't spare a thought to where he was taking me, I only obeyed him but even if I had, it wouldn't have been a place this calm and serene that would have associated with Grumpy.My dirty mind thought it would be a place to continue our m
It's been one week and I am still stuck in the garden with me and Grumpy. I can't stop thinking about how he gently patted my back while I cried my heart out on his chest. How even though he didn't say a word to me, his presence was very comforting to me. It isn't a memory that should be stuck in my mind. It's probably what decent and kind people do but I'm not used to it which perfectly explains my fixation. I am not used to even the bare minimum. Before we departed, I contemplated asking for his name and his phone number but I didn't want him to think I was desperate and doing too much when he was merely being nice so I thought against it and just thanked him.I probably would never see him again. First, second encounter was a coincidence but it was very unlike for a third to happen.I have also made up my mind to hand over Rodriquez Brands to Gareth. Frankly, I don't feel as much guilt as I thought I would. If anyone deserves to head the company, it's Gareth.The sound of my flip-
I have been in a state of disarray, unable to think about anything else ever since I got that message. Numerous questions flood my head with no answer in sight.The only thing I have answered right now is the wristwatch the man wore. It is a limited edition Rolex wristwatch and the information is of no use if I don't know who I am looking for. I'm going crazy out of my mind and confused. My day is unmemorable as usual. I take my much-needed coffee, replay the video until my head hurts, and then shower to clear my head. Then I head downstairs and have the most distasteful breakfast ever. Cereals while I think about the video again.I'm about to head out to meet the anonymous sender when I get a call from Uncle Stanley. Thirty minutes later, I find myself in the worn booth of a bakery shop, seated across from Uncle Stanley. The memory of when I used to come here with Uncle Stanley as a child sits at the back of my mind, vivid like it happened yesterday but I can't reminisce. Not wit