KATHERINEThe high-pitched sound of a cellphone ringing, had Katherine scrambling up from the bed in anger and muttering swear words at the same time.The second she opened her eyes, the harsh sunlight rays beaming from the window, had her squinting her eyes and she half yelled in fury and irritation.Just who was calling her now? Who the hell was disturbing her, this early morning? She wondered to herself, her gaze stopping on the clock nearby and she saw that it was almost 10am.How the hell had she slept for so long? Damn it! She knew the answer to that question all to well, and even as her still blurry eyes adjusted to the light streaming in the room, she could see the littered bottle of drinks, and the scattered clothes strewn about.Last night had been one hell of a night, and even though she could remember bits and pieces as she was now recovering from an impending hangover, Katherine knew she must have passed out so late to be waking up by this time.She was tired too, and her
Damien increased the speed of his car, racing through the narrow blinding streets, intent on reaching Madison’s house quickly.He was having a gnawing foreboding feeling at the back of his mind, that something bad was about to happen or had already happened and he didn’t like this sneaky hunch one bit.He’d tried to blame the waning thoughts on the fact that he’d been stuck in traffic for almost an hour, and the cloudy skies that was still grey, looking like a storm was about to happen but then he was just overthinking.Yes! He was just overthinking things, but even with that sore reminder his heart sped up as if in response to the trepidation inside of him, and he could hear the organ beating loudly enough.The air around him was electrified and thick with tension, as if something was going to go horribly wrong in the blink of an eye, and only then would he be at ease maybe?Why was he even thinking this way? His head was supposed to be filled with the things he would say to Madison
The ice cold water that splashed on Madison’s already drenched body, had her gasping out for breath, as her eyelids fluttered open.The first thing she noticed was that she had no blindfold on her face again, and even though it was a relief, that feeling was short lived as she tried to move her body.Every single part of her wrists and limbs ached painfully, and she couldn’t even move either one of them no matter how hard she tried. For a second, she stopped moving, choosing instead to try and get a grasp of where she was, but the whole place was dimly lit and she could barely see a thing.She was hearing voices, but she had no idea who these people were, or what she was doing here. Nevertheless she tried to still move her body, but all to no avail all her efforts proved abortive and for a second Madison wondered if she wasn’t already paralyzed.Memories assailing her, Madison instantly shuddered when she remembered the things that happened earlier. She had no idea how much time had
‘…and this closes the news broadcast tonight. A hefty bounty placed on a kidnap victim. The depleting economy and the hazardous effects of drugs in our society again. See you next again, by this time tom…’Damien didn’t let the news anchorwoman finish, before turning off the television and throwing the control remote in his hand away. “Arghhhh…” He yelled out loud, his hands going to his hair as he raked the dark strands over and over again.The events of the past few hours closing in on him, Damien fell to the couch beside him in defeat, as a tear fell down his cheek slowly.Madison had been abducted by some unknown men, and even though the police were already investigating thoroughly on the case, Damien wasn’t sure if he’d rest tonight.How could he sleep, knowing Madison was out there somewhere getting tortured or molested by some group of motherfuckers? How could he close his eyes, and pretend everything was fine, when it clearly want?“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He half yelled, drawing
Hands on his waist, Damien stood by the balcony of his hotel suite, whiskey bottle in hand as he stared into the distance.His mind was in disarray, and he’d been pacing earlier on but he had decided to channel all his anger, worry and frustration into drinking.The investigation on Madison’s disappearance was already underway, and even the suite was abuzz with police offers stationed about, his guards and some other security officials.The chief detective and his personal investigator, Mr Rudiger as well as some other officers were already on their way to the Connor’s family house, and now Damien was just waiting for them to come back.Since they had no suspects still, the officer in charge of the case had decided on questioning each member of her family. They would have heard about the kidnap by now, and his eyes shutting briefly, Damien could only imagine the horror and pain Mrs Connor was going through right now.If there was anyone he pitied right now, it was the elderly woman wh
MASONMason alighted from the taxi quickly, handing the cab driver some dollar bills and immediately the car drove away, he turned to face the entrance of the family house.The compound was abuzz, with police card stationed about, and the incessant whirring of their car alarms blaring loudly.His brows were raised not in confusion because he knew why the officers were here, however he was wondering why his parents hadn’t called to inform him of this situation.Maybe, the police officers were just arriving. He thought to himself, but from the look of things, Mason knew better.Every single person on the streets were stationed just right outside their doors, with some men and women talking to police officers and the street was filled up in a way he just didn’t like.Even reporters and journalists from media houses alike were stationed, talking to strangers and trying to gather whatever news or information they could get just to feed the television screen, and a wave of irritation filled
‘Is it true that Madison Connor, is the woman you publicly humiliated some months back in New York?’‘Is Madison Connor really your long lost childhood sweetheart?’‘Is it true that you placed the 10 million dollar bounty on her head?’‘What do you feel about this whole abduction? Do you feel like it’s connected to you and…’ The second Damien stepped out of the hotel to welcome the chief detective in charge of Madison’s case, he was swarmed by flocks of journalist and reporters who were eager to get him to say something.Something they would feed the hungry media, and words they could twist to their own narrative. But Damien would be damned if he said a thing.As he walked, his guards and the officers with him tried to deflect the advances of the hungry journalists, and Damien himself tried his possible best not to take their questions to heart.He was doing a good job of ignoring them, already talking to the Detective, when suddenly a reporter from nearby asked a very triggering que
Damien watched as Mrs Connor, Mason, and Madison’s best friend Gina walked through the door of his suite.Taking some steps towards them, a small smile on his face, he soon got to where Mason was standing specifically and stretched out his hands for a shake.The second Mason’s hand intertwined with his, Damien dragged his gaze down to where their palms were interwoven and his smile widened.For reasons unbeknownst to him, he was filled with some kind of peace and relief once more, and allowing the tides of hate fall apart, he looked back up slowly, his lips quivering.He wanted to say something. Well, he wanted to say so many things, but well they’d talked at length yesterday and as he recalled all they’d spoken about, Damien still thought it was a dream.His mind going back to the phone call conversation with Mason Connor, he remembered every single thing his former enemy had said to him, and now he could only stand in awe.Mason Connor, had freaking asked for his forgiveness. Not ju