The place smelled just as he had expected if not worse. The smell of disinfectants, meds, and death lingered in the air, every sweep of breath sending him on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The sounds of ambulances; the sight of nurses, doctors, and sick patients; and the colour of the walls, gowns, curtains, and sheets, filled his heart with hatred.
It reminded him of what Carmen did to him, and it hurt more when he remembered how MJ was involved. It reminded him of how she had succeeded in breaking him; she had fooled him from the start, and he fell for it without thinking twice. Being at the hospital was like a trigger, but there was no escape for him; it did not matter where he was, the memory of MJ Billings would always haunt his conscious.
He did not know whether it was the doctors, Jorge Billings, or the woman lying on the hospital bed; but Logan Parker felt like punching someone in the face.
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Sandra never thought the day would come where she would stroll around the garden with MJ Billings. She had dreamt of it many times before, but MJ was always cold towards her.To Sandra, MJ was a reminder of herself. The trials and tribulations she endured and survived. MJ was strong-willed and was a fighter, something which she sometimes came forward too strong about.She still remembered the first time Alastair brought MJ back to the house. She was the quietest of all the children Sandra had ever come across; she was laid back, cold, and untrusting. The only person she spoke to was Alastair, until eventually Alastair had to leave for his treatment after he was diagnosed with TB. Only then did MJ speak to her, although all she ever did was ask about Alastair and when he was coming back.She always stayed in her room, and when anyone came closer to her, she would send them scurrying away wi
MJ was never the one to take precautions, whether it was a matter of life or death, she just had to take a step forward. That was how she was and that was how it has always been. It was what she was raised to do, but for the first time ever, she felt trapped.She was trapped in a grief she had not felt in a long time. It weighed down on her like a ton of bricks, and her heart felt heavy with a wave of emotions. It perplexed her to feel so vulnerable, because despite her hard surface, she had feelings; feelings she feared to show to the world.She did not want to crack, she wanted to be strong as she had always been. But with every step she took forward, she took ten steps back. And that was how she found herself back at the bank after leaving Sandra's house.The front of the huge aluminium building, was littered with yellow police tapes, with the caution: Do Not Cross. The doors were broke
"Ah, Mrs Dos Santos!" Logan said cheerfully while reading his newspaper. "Welcome back to the land of the living." He said sarcastically as he placed the paper down and stared at her.Her eyes were still adjusting to the light and she kept swallowing and clearing her throat due to thirst. Logan smirked, the woman was always drinking water back home, she literally could not survive a few hours without it."W-water," she croaked out.He rolled his eyes and stood up, and then he picked the glass of water on her bedside and helped her drink with a straw. "You are welcome," he said as she laid back on her pillow."When can we go home?" She asked.Logan sat directly next to her on the bed and crossed his legs, displaying his black three-piece, Armani suit. "Funny you should ask that, because you already cost me days from work."&
The sound of the clock ticking with each passing second, was the only thing that made sense. It obstructed the silence and darkness that came with the night.Nights like these were the worst, especially when there were no stars in the sky; MJ felt alone and transparent. When the stars were visible, she would push time by counting them and making constellations; it made the night go quicker.But it was dark, and all she could do now was to walk around the house like a zombie all night, holding on to her teddy bear. At some point, she thought changing into comfortable night clothes, would make her fall asleep. But each time she closed her eyes, all she saw were Alastair's dead eyes.It was one nightmare after another. She could never remember the last time she had a peaceful sleep. She stood against the window and watched Cameron as he snored softly into the night, and she wondered; what wou
Jorge did not know how to face his sister again after their last conversation. He knew he was to blame for Alastair Cooper's death, but there was nothing he could have done; no matter what he did, someone was going to die anyway.MJ was very important to him, he just wished she could see that; but MJ always saw and believed whatever she wanted, no matter what. She was quick to jump to conclusions and declare war, and that was something that haunted him every day and night.MJ had declared war against him, except, he was not willing to fight her. She was his sister and he loved her despite everything she stood for. He was going to do whatever it took to get back into her life and by her side; that was how it had always been, Jorge and MJ Billings against the world.The thought of losing her and their relationship, rattled him, she was the only family he had left. He could not remember
Two weeks had passed since Logan's last encounter with MJ. For the first few days, Logan was in a state, drinking himself to sleep. Not knowing where he was, was frustrating him. A few dinners with Mrs Dos Santos, and Skype calls with Montana helped him through his trauma.When he was emotionally stable enough for them both, Logan decided to be the better man and confront MJ. It took a lot of work to get Logan back to his usual self, but when he did, he swore that breaking into La Café and confronting Mrs Dos Santos, was the best thing he had ever done.She took him in and supported him without judging him or reminding him of his stupidity when it came to MJ Billings and Carmen. He was not yet fully healed emotionally, but his mental state was getting better, he stopped asking himself a lot of questions he had no answers to; and instead, looked for the answers from the only person who had them.
"Where are you going dressed like that?""Come on, not you too!" Cameron grunted, staring down at his lower body. He was wearing blue ripped denim jeans, a white golf T-shirt, and white sneakers; in contrast to MJ who was wearing a full peach business suit and heels.MJ rolled her eyes as she combed down her hair in order to hide her bruises. "Cameron, being my secretary and PA means that you are the face of my company, you need to look the part," She said."But, it is just going to be the two of us today."MJ finished up her hair and turned to Cameron, and shook her head in disapproval. "Don't you have proper shoes and a single pair of a suit?" Cameron's cheeks turned red as he scratched his neck, unable to make eye contact. MJ sighed with her hands on her hips as she thought of a solution. "Wait." She frowned, and Cameron grinned as if he knew what was to
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Logan asked as Antonina remained rooted at the main entrance to the mansion."I'm going to stand here until you take me back to my house," she said stubbornly, hugging herself as she looked around in discomfort.Logan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, something at the back of his head telling him she was thinking about the night of the engagement party. He felt guilty and felt the need to apologise again, but could not find it in him; after all, it was not like she was also not keeping things from him. He reassured himself.He rolled his eyes at her and scoffed. "Listen, woman. I–" he started towards her, but was interrupted by Thuso. Damn! He thought. He had almost forgotten about him!"Boss? You are back," the big guy walked towards Logan in his signature black suit and T-shirt.