Veronica's pov
The next few days passed with a lot of surprises, revelation, and mingling, it was the days before Hunter was released. The night of the day he was arrested, I followed Xander home to go get some clothes so I could stay at his place. The only reason why I even agreed was because of Hunter's persistent begging for me to do it for his peace of mind. On our way home, I noticed that Xander kept looking at the rearview mirror. I turned my head back to check what he was looking at occasionally, only to see a black car far behind us.
"What's wrong?" I said when I turned back to look at him. He nodded towards the mirror and I didn't bother looking back since I already saw what was there.
"That car has been trailing us for a while, you won't mind if I try to lose it right?" He asked.
I shook my head trying my best not to panic as I watched the car from the mirror. It kept following us no matter where Xander turned to, confirming my own s
Writer's povMark entered the office of the doctor, sitting down while he waited for him to come meet him. It had been with great effort and an upgrade in lying that he had been able to convince Dulce and Philip that the funeral would happen. He even had to enlist the help of Tom, who was exceptionally good at easing Dulce. Speaking of Tom, Mark noticed the budding friendship between him and a slightly reluctant and suspicious Dulce. He would have complained and stopped the whole thing but Diana made him realize that Tom was more important and useful to Dulce than he could ever imagine. He had taken time to study that she was indeed right in that aspect. Dealing with that, and finding out that Hunter had been arrested as the main suspect for murder, was totally unsettling. He and Diana had rushed down to the station, trying to offer their help anyway they could and show support. For someone who was facing a tough time, Hunter didn't seem to look like it, neither did he act li
Writer's povIt's been a week since Lucinda moved out of the house, packing some of her stuffs to go stay in a popular bed and breakfast owned by her friend's daughter. She left the day she had that conversation with Betty in the kitchen. Betty and Jameson had been unaware of the whole thing till late evening when they didn't see her for dinner. Kelly had also been subdued, her eyes all puffy as if she had been crying. Jameson had asked if all was well and she told him she was just feeling emotional thanks to the hormones. Neither he nor Betty were convinced, but they dropped the issue, still thinking of how to tell her about her father's sudden need to see her. Jameson had gone up the stairs to go get Lucinda to join them for dinner. He paused mid calling, finding the room empty and devoid of the energy that was Lucinda's. He checked the bathroom in her room and found it empty also. He walked swiftly down the stairs, and checked the other rooms before checking the garden. Wh
Writer's povProdigal opened the door to his small room, gingerly holding his sides as he came inside. He walked past the light switch, preferring to remain in the dark. He walked slowly, grimacing with every step as he walked into the little cubicle called toilet, switching on that light. He rolled the bottom of his black shirt up, staring down at the spot that throbbed. He inhaled sharply when he saw his skin of his left rib cage was pink and raw looking, with blood around the wound. He moved slightly and pain increased, causing him to cry out. He deduced that he had broken a rib thanks to the accident. He looked around and found the white nylon containing some medical supplies he got from the drug store some weeks back. He picked up the ethanol in the bag, not bothering with an absorbent cotton wool as he used his teeth to remove the ethanol cover, spitting the rubber away as he poured the liquid directly on the wound. He yelped loudly, barring his teeth before he bit down
Vanessa's pov"Whew!" I exclaimed as I packed the last of my things into my bag, looking around the room incase I might have forgotten something. Nope, I hadn't.I zipped up the bag, wondering how I accumulated more things when what I brought hadn't been as much. You'd think I bought more things and in a way I did get new things, I just wasn't the buyer of those things, I was only the receiver. Helen I found was a serious shopperholic, who especially shopped when things weren't going as well as they should. Hunter's sister, Adriana, too was a hard shopper, buying anything and everything as long as it caught her interest. I got involved in it because they both loved gifting, giving me things when they bought in twos or threes. I had gotten a lot of things I wouldn't even need like a cute dog head tooth brush holder, a twirling shaving stick and many more. It was worth mentioning that I also got some new clothes and dresses. I had throughly enjoyed my stay with them in X
Writer's povDulce turned to look at the person causing the commotion at the door. What she found was totally unexpected. Adams strolled him into the room, walking like he had no care in the world. Everyone turned their heads towards him, watching him as he slinked close to where she stood. He seemed oblivious to the attention he was getting. Philip ran towards the corridor where he had seen Mark enter.Dulce hitched to slap Adam for daring to come to for the wake, but she held back, using one hand to hold the other. Adam made a big fanfare, clearing his throat loudly as he dipped his hand into his suit pocket to bring out a white envelope."I am so sorry for your loss Dulce. Simon was a great man." He said, his eyes totally revealing the insincerity of his words. "At the hospital, I tried to offer my help in paying all the bills but Mark decided to interfere and I couldn't." Diana came to stand in front of Dulce, using her body to shield her. He looked at
Writer's povMark opened the door to his room, stepping in tiredly. He wondered how he was supposed to prepare for the match the next day especially when he had been so busy to train. Luckily he had been training everyday, unwilling to let that part of his former life go as it was kept him fit and strong. He had just finished talking to Cherry, telling her a story of his time in the orphanage. Cherry loved listening to her father's stories from his time when he was younger,but her all time favorite was the story of him and Diana."I wish I can have a love story like yours and mom." She sighed, looking up at him from the bed, very disadvantaged in height even with him seated. Mark didn't know how to feel about her having a love story like his and his wife because it hadn't been easy at the beginning."I think it's better you have your love story, with a man that will cherish and honor you for life.""But that is what you have with mom? Is it ba
Writer's povTom rubbed his palms nervously together as he waited for Duncan to come pick him up. He kept trying to remember the plan and not fail because his freedom from debt depended on what he was about to do. Thinking of the night he cried to his mother about being in trouble, he took his phone from his back pocket and pressed the speed dial number one. He waited for her smooth, calming voice to come on, but the voice he heard was totally different and unexpected."Who is this?" He didn't even bother with a greeting, although he found the voice slightly familiar."Good morning to you too Tom." The man said, irritating Tom more. " This your neighbor from the front." He said, purposely not mentioning his name. Tom saw red, wondering why his mother would be with the middle-aged muscled ex-cop infront at that time. As if he could read his mind, the cop said."Don't worry, she's fine. Your mother and I have been meeting for coffee recently, and we'v
Hunter's povI turned to look at Veronica who had been pretty strong so far, that was till we got on the plane. At the airport, I noticed she was always looking around like she was jittery. I confirmed that by suddenly calling her and she jumped, before proceeding to tell me lies about how she was doing great."I am doing great!" She said on a slightly hitched voice and a thumbs up like she was encouraging me. I shook my head and turned back to check the departure time."We can still go back, and you'll call and send him a gift or book a cruise for him." I said, dragging my eyes to look at her. Her response had been to shake her head, taking a deep breathe in before she told me she was not backing down. Don't get me wrong, I was exceptionally proud of her and her courage, but I knew it was never easy to do something till it was time to do it.Now, she had her fingers digging into the arms of our business class seat. We were both watching a comedy movie sh