Rachael POV I stood by the door not sure of what to do as I listened to what they all said. My mouth seemed too heavy to produce words. When they were done saying everything they wanted to say, I parted my lips to speak “Where can I sleep please?" My voice was very distorted. That was a result of how scared I was. Plus there was this girl who didn't say a word like the rest of the inmates. She just kept staring at me as if she knew me from somewhere.The chubby lady chuckled when I asked that question."Don't be such an uptight girl. This is a prison, you can do whatever you want and I didn't expect our blood queen to be so timid”I glared at her. “I am not your blood queen," I said under my breath.“Ohhhhh someone is getting angry," the lady who sat on the floor said."How the fuck were you even able to murder a guy like Hardy? He is so powerful” I almost cried when one of them asked me that.I wanted to scream 'I didn't kill him' but I knew they were all going to laugh and probably
Rachael's POV When I saw the tiny bit of sun creep in through the tiny window, I heaved a sigh of relief. I wasn't myself through the night. I couldn't sleep a wink because I kept getting the image of myself being smothered in my sleep. I wasn't being paranoid, it could likely happen in prison. One of the women was awake too, staring at me at intervals, probably waiting for me to sleep. She had a book in front of her, but I was certain she wasn't reading it because she had been on the same page for hours.“Good morning Anderson," the same lady said from her bed and I froze. I didn't want to give her a response. If I didn't, maybe she would get the cue that I wasn't interested in mingling with her and would leave me alone.I tossed to the other side of the bed and I heard her say. “Rude" I scoffed but didn't give her a response. It was ruder to stare at someone like a freak all night.The door to the prison cell opened, but I still didn't turn around. I wasn't being rude, so I wouldn
I wanted Xavier to stay with me, but I knew that was close to impossible. He had other things to do and most importantly, he was free. He could do whatever he wanted while I had to stay within the four walls of a place that suffocated me.I was grateful Mr gruffly wasn't the one who walked me back to my room. I couldn't bear another baton being raised at me. I was already broken inside, I didn't want to break outside.I was taken back to my room. My roommates looked at me creepily, but that didn't stop me from stealthily walking back to my bed.“You got a visit and it's not even visiting day" the lady who always stared at me weirdly said. There was anger in her eyes and it freaked me out even though I tried to act like I wasn't affected.“Little Miss favorite" She muttered under her breath“I thought you can get visits anytime. It's jail not prison after all" I said and it seemed that only made her angry. Not only her but all of them.“Is that what they told you? How the fuck are you
I wanted Xavier to stay with me, but I knew that was close to impossible. He had other things to do and most importantly, he was free. He could do whatever he wanted while I had to stay within the four walls of a place that suffocated me.I was grateful Mr gruffly wasn't the one who walked me back to my room. I couldn't bear another baton being raised at me. I was already broken inside, I didn't want to break outside.I was taken back to my room. My roommates looked at me creepily, but that didn't stop me from stealthily walking back to my bed.“You got a visit and it's not even visiting day" the lady who always stared at me weirdly said. There was anger in her eyes and it freaked me out even though I tried to act like I wasn't affected.“Little Miss favorite" She muttered under her breath“I thought you can get visits anytime. It's jail not prison after all" I said and it seemed that only made her angry. Not only her but all of them.“Is that what they told you? How the fuck are you
Rachael's POV.Mr gruffy had been fired!I didn't doubt Xavier a bit when he said he was going to deal with him, but I didn't know it was going to happen so fast.I thought I was going to be transferred to another place entirely, but I was transferred to another room instead. It was a private room. At first, I enjoyed it, but after 2 days, I felt like I was losing my mind. Not being with anyone gave me more room to think, about how much of a mess I was in. Sometimes, I felt the need to scream out in pain and anger to take my anger on the universe due to how it landed me in this mess.“Anderson" I heard a voice. I hadn't even realized when the door to the room was opened. I stayed in my bed as I turned my head to look at the officer.It was time.“It's time," he said and I gulped. What if Xavier's plan didn't work out?******Silvia's POV.“Aren't we going to tell Mark at least?" Gary asked. I could already see the fear in his eyes as he panicked.“No Gary, we are not. Mark is with Xav
THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical.Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.They both were embedded with the looks and money any woman would die for.Rachael Anderson was one of the privileged women to spend a night with one of them and it was Hardy. She gaped into his green eyes. Craving, not affection could be seen in them, but she didn't care. All she yearned to do was envelope herself in the heat of the moment, steered by the liquor that the both of them had.Hardy slid his hand underneath her waist, heaving her closer to himse
She remembered vividly that she slept on Hardy, but now he was over her, covered in blood!Rachael with widened eyes tried to recall what exactly happened. The knife in her hand fell off when she lifted it. A gasp escaped from her lips. Did she do this? The question lingered but wasn't sure of the answer. Her heartbeat increased rapidly as she tipped him over with all her might.After gathering enough courage, she accessed him. He was covered in blood with two stab wounds on his chest. His olive skin had turned pale and his lips slightly parted. With shaky hands, Rachael shook him but didn't get a response. A whimper of fear escaped from her mouth as she placed her index finger underneath his nose to confirm if he was dead. He wasn't breathing!This was hard to believe. Why couldn't she remember anything? She didn't recall killing him, but the murder weapon was in her hands. Her eyes darted around the hotel room. It looked the same. The sun crept through the tiny creek of the curtain,
After multiple head twirls with not a solid object to rest it on, Rachael woke up. Her eyes were squeezed shut instantly and that was a result of the sting she felt in her head. Wait where was she? She sat up from the chair, trying to get up, but she couldn't. Her hands were bound tightly to it. She fought with the handcuffs as the memories of what happened flooded.Rachael had just gotten down from her car to grab her things from her house. The moment she held the doorknob to get in, someone attacked from behind. Her nose was about to be covered with a napkin, but she didn't let that happen. The struggle was intense especially when there were two guys. They found it hard to get a hold of her and that was as a result of the adrenaline her body released at that time, resulting in her surprising strength. One of them successfully hit her with an iron rod and she passed out, not feeling an atom of pain.Now she felt it and it was excruciating. She twisted her knuckles in every possible d