From the thatched hole bored into the ceiling came water droplets that fell into a bucket of water, halfway full. The pitter-patter noises echoed through the otherwise silent room as Samantha passed her gaze back and forth Emily and her daughter, Holly.But soon interrupting that peace was a phone call—a call she thought at first was from Colton, maybe to tell her he'd gotten a hold of Ryan. But this one was different.Hesitantly, she picked the call from the unknown number as she sat up in her chair, only hear the shrieking whispers that came from a voice that sounded like Patricia. An arch came between her brows, the call drawing Holly's attention."Patricia?" She called through the breaking line.And it didn't clear until a minute later that Pat broke the news. "I screwed up" She muttered, leaning into the one phone booth in the station and Elena stood right in front of her. Samantha searched for excuses instead of the plain obvious reason and she fluttered her lashes. "What?" The

Patricia Walters sat still at the edge of the hospital bed, her fingers folding into each other between her thighs as deep breathes escaped her lips. The sound of the ticking clocks above her reverberated in her ears so the ward wasn’t entirely silent.She awaited the doctor’s report, having been given some painkillers already and an ointment for her bruised joints and arms but she needed to see Bryson. Isa had given her a beating of her life—it was only natural that she made sure hidden pregnancy was not affected by it, that her baby was okay.Hidden, it wasn’t about to stay that way for much longer.Once the curtains swung open, her eyes immediately lit up at him, he walked in with the usual blue scrubs and headtie around his scalp, stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard in his hands.“You’re free to go now, Ms Walters” His voice was deep and a wave of relief washed over her face. She clutched her chest as she pushed a lump down her throat. “But uhm—“ She paused, an arc coming

The wooden doors to the cabin was slammed shut against its metal hinges and Colton ran his hands through his wet hair—he'd only just had his first shower in days and had slipped into his red t-shirt and cargo shorts.Samantha was seated across the table from Hazel, with whom she plotted out the next step of the grand plan after almost being hunted down by the police and forced to move several kilometers away into this cabin that Colton somehow had his name on.His eyes darted around the room before Samantha rested back into the chair. It was obvious he was troubled and Hazel might have had an idea why. "She's still not eating?" She asked, the 'she' in question being the six year old Emily Evans and Colton let out a tired sigh. "It is the both of them now, i've tried everything i could. They don't seem to hungry—ever since Ryan came back and Emily got the idea that her mother might have come after her" She shrugged his shoulders with a brittle smirk."You know she's smart. I always ta

“Come on, we’re leaving.”“Bella” Majorie gasped, throwing her head upon her shoulders. “Since when have you been back?” She arose from the bed and wiped across her teary eyes. Isabella didn’t notice as she charged into the closet, bringing out a few of a clothes they might need.“Where are we going?” Maj looked around in quagmire.“We’re going back home. Things are good with Joan again and i have to leave” She clamored between her teeth until Majorie held her arms back. Isabella turned around to face her, by pushing a painful lump down her throat, she was able to hold back her tears.“What about Leonardo?” Her aunt asked softly, grazing the sides of her chin and Isa turned away. Majorie didn’t hide her knowledge about the both of them in her eyes. She herself had fallen in love, once maybe twice to recognize what they both shared.And Isabella could act as irrational as she wanted to and pretend she didn’t care but in that moment, she did. She cared about Leonardo and running away wa

“I’m leaving”“I’m leaving with the kids” Colton barged through the doors with Emily in his hands and Samantha immediately stood to face him with a furrow between her brows.“No you’re not” She shook her head and he was breathless.“I don’t think it’s safe anymore and i have this feeling that it’s all going to end tonight. When they walk through those doors, i won’t be here and the kids won’t too” Colton gritted through his teeth, mustering enough courage to face Samantha.And it was then she pulled out a gun to him. “I call the shots here, Colton. I brought you unto this plan and you wouldn’t have seen your kids if it weren’t for me. You don’t leave until i say you leave. This is my plan” Samantha’s patience ran thin as she threw him a narrow gaze.Colton bridged the gap between them with slow and steady steps and his fingertips grazed the edge of the table. “But they are my kids” He snarled back at her and Samantha pushed a lump down her throat, making an enemy of whom she once saw