Twenty- Three. 23.Mom was already out of her skin by the time we got home. Lucas wanted me to stay back but after their heated argument, I had to leave with mom. I know Lucas was furious and so was mom. We both got to our rooms when we got home, silently not uttering a word to each other. I've expected her to nag and abuse and curse but rather she was unusually quiet, which feared me. Mom can be a crook but sometimes, I don't just understand her. Her silence can be worse than the growling of a hungry tiger. It looks like she's going to strike me soon with bad news. I have to act fastGoing into mom's room and finding out what was inside the drawer is going to be the only way out. It is going to be my weapon for defeat. But how I will penetrate through her doors will be the problem. Ever since she caught me sneaking out of her room, the security has become tighter. She doesn't trust me as much as I don't trust her, but I will find a way. The next day, I tiptoed towards mom
Twenty - four. 24. "What should we do to the body? " Dalton asked sounding frightened. "What do you think we should do? " Anne asked. "Do you think we should dump it or…? " "Dumping his body is going to leak us out, burning him up isn't a good idea. We are going to melt him off his bones with this acid before burning up his bones. " Anne said pointing to some gallons of acid in the corners of the room. Her face wasn't visible but I could tell anywhere that it was her voice. "At least that would be better and easier to clean up. " "Ahhh! " I screamed, crying. I held onto Courtney. "It's okay, Krystal, " Courtney consoles crying too. "How could Mom be so wicked? Did you see what they did to Dad's body? Did you see how Mom killed Dad? " "Krystal, it is okay. ""How can it be okay, Courtney? " I asked rhetorically. This is what Mom has been hiding? How has Mom been comfortable after all these years, after doing something as dirty and evil as this?
Twenty-five. 25.I got home with a heavy heart. I knew no rest. My conscience judged me as though I was the one who killed Dad. I felt bad and responsible for his death but then, I am also a victim. A victim of mom's madness and insatiable cravings for powers. I sat to think, if I felt so guilty that Dad died, how would Mom feel or Dalton? I mean they were the ones involved in his death and yet they are living a peaceful life without any guilt. Why did Dad's spirit not fight back like the way I see it in movies? He should have fought back. This is the height of wickedness itself, for a woman to kill her husband. What did Dad do to deserve such from Mom and Dalton? The question throbbed in my heart and I urged to know why. Why did Mom do it? I spur up out of the room, out to Mom's room. She has a lot of answering to do, only she holds the answer to my questions. I barged into her room without even knocking because I was full of rage. "Krystal, what the… " she jumped
Twenty-six. 26. Krystal. I waited patiently but uncomfortably in his living room. I had come to see Dalton. The maid ushered me in exactly fifteen minutes ago but I haven't seen Dalton. Just as I contemplated leaving, Dalton came in. The devil's attendant. Mom is the devil herself. I swallowed down nothing. Since I knew Dalton, I have never spoken to him directly or been in an enclosed space with him alone. He looks bigger than I last saw him. Dalton in his huge self landed on the last stair, smiling broadly immediately after he saw me. Is it just my eyes or that Chris looks nothing like his parents? I kept mute and started sheepishly at Dalton until he got in the living room with me. "Good afternoon sir, " I greeted, blinking rapidly. "Krystal? You requested to see me? Or do you want to speak with Chris? " He asked impatiently, not even responding to my greetings. "No. I am not here for Chris. I am here to see you, Mr. Dalton, " I said politely givin
Twenty-seven. 27. Ever since the last time Krystal visited, I have noticed the unsudden and discomfort in Dalton. He's acting weird and always seems to get lost every single minute. The way he jolted out of reverie anytime he's being talked to, is obscure. He feels insecure at most like he's got something chasing him in his head. I don't understand my husband anymore. "What is wrong with you, Dalton? Are you okay? " I asked daringly. He stared at me with remorse in his eyes, like he was apologizing for something. "I am fine, Yolanda. I just need to be alone, " he replied with a low voice. I wasn't satisfied with his response, so I sat down next to him holding his shoulders. "Dalton, talk to me. What is going on? I am tired of being in the dark. Tell me what is going on with you? " I was pressured. I want to know what is going on. I know for sure that things aren't ok and Dalton is only trying hard to make it look like things are good. But
Twenty-Eight. 28.Krystal. Lucas was dumbfounded and stunned after watching the video clips of Mom's escapade. He stared at me occasionally like he didn't believe it. Gradually, a smirk displayed on his lips as though he was beginning to enjoy it. I couldn't fathom his expression. I was confused as to what he found funny in the video. I intended to ask what it was all about but pushed the thought aside and waited patiently for Courtney to come. I had invited her over to Lucas' house to confide in. I now stay with Lucas for now, afraid of Mom's threat to kill me. "Guess what? " he suddenly asked and I stared at him squarely. "What? " I asked and he smirked. "This is perfect. The video is strong evidence to hold against your mom and Dalton. This is a ticket to your freedom, " he said and smiled broadly, patting my shoulders lightly before turning back to the laptop and replaying the video. I stared at him surprisingly and was left wondering how
Twenty-Nine. 29. "To what do I owe this surprise visit, Yolanda, " I asked with a fake smile. She didn't even bulge nor return the smile, she just stared at me with an unexplainable expression. I got the message from her look that she didn't come for peace. "Have a seat, Mrs Yolanda. What may I offer you? Wine? Juice? " I asked warmly. "Quite the act, Leigh-Anne. I am not here to be your guest, " she said harshly. "Okay, what are you here for then? " I asked in my nicest tone. "I am here to question, Anne. " she raised her voice slightly. "You don't have to shout, Yolanda. What are your questions? " I sat down comfortably, impatiently waiting for her questions. At the mention of 'question, ' I knew what she wanted to ask so I wasn't surprised when she voiced out the first one. "What is going on between you and my husband? " she asked with a frown on her face. "What could be going on between your husband and me? " I replied with a question,
Thirty. 30.Yolanda. "Look here son, I don't think it is advisable to carry on with this marriage anymore. I don't feel safe with it. I think we should just cancel it. " I said to Chris. He stared at me, questioning my disapproval of the long-planned and anticipated wedding. "After an engagement party has been done? " He asked as if the engagement party went successful. "Yes, I think we should cancel it. I feel there is more harm than good in this marriage and it doesn't feel safe. At least for the first time, we should follow instinct and just call it off. " I cajoled but he shook his head in objection to my opinions about the wedding. "We cannot just call it off Mom. We have waited too long for this. Not now that we are close to achieving plans. Have you forgotten that this marriage is a ticket to acquire all that belongs to Wallace? " "What rubbish are you talking about now Chris? " "Here is the deal, Mom. If I marry Krystal, I will become the head o
Thirty-One. 31. I don't know why I have this great urge to just help Krystal. Every single step and day with her makes me want to help and get involved with her even more. She has been through a lot lately and she is pretty stressed. All these betrothal things and fighting against her mom have drained her coupled with the fact that she's pregnant. I just hope there won't be any complications resulting from the stress she has been through. I stared at her sleeping face as she lay on my lap. She's too innocent for all of the happenings in her life right now. She is too gullible even though she tries to act tough. I couldn't help but wonder why her mother or better still a mother would do terrible things to her family all for money and fame's sake. Deriving her daughter of peace and happiness, conniving to kill her husband, and blackmailing people because of authority and power. The little information I have gathered about Anne Wallace shows that she is a b
Thirty. 30.Yolanda. "Look here son, I don't think it is advisable to carry on with this marriage anymore. I don't feel safe with it. I think we should just cancel it. " I said to Chris. He stared at me, questioning my disapproval of the long-planned and anticipated wedding. "After an engagement party has been done? " He asked as if the engagement party went successful. "Yes, I think we should cancel it. I feel there is more harm than good in this marriage and it doesn't feel safe. At least for the first time, we should follow instinct and just call it off. " I cajoled but he shook his head in objection to my opinions about the wedding. "We cannot just call it off Mom. We have waited too long for this. Not now that we are close to achieving plans. Have you forgotten that this marriage is a ticket to acquire all that belongs to Wallace? " "What rubbish are you talking about now Chris? " "Here is the deal, Mom. If I marry Krystal, I will become the head o
Twenty-Nine. 29. "To what do I owe this surprise visit, Yolanda, " I asked with a fake smile. She didn't even bulge nor return the smile, she just stared at me with an unexplainable expression. I got the message from her look that she didn't come for peace. "Have a seat, Mrs Yolanda. What may I offer you? Wine? Juice? " I asked warmly. "Quite the act, Leigh-Anne. I am not here to be your guest, " she said harshly. "Okay, what are you here for then? " I asked in my nicest tone. "I am here to question, Anne. " she raised her voice slightly. "You don't have to shout, Yolanda. What are your questions? " I sat down comfortably, impatiently waiting for her questions. At the mention of 'question, ' I knew what she wanted to ask so I wasn't surprised when she voiced out the first one. "What is going on between you and my husband? " she asked with a frown on her face. "What could be going on between your husband and me? " I replied with a question,
Twenty-Eight. 28.Krystal. Lucas was dumbfounded and stunned after watching the video clips of Mom's escapade. He stared at me occasionally like he didn't believe it. Gradually, a smirk displayed on his lips as though he was beginning to enjoy it. I couldn't fathom his expression. I was confused as to what he found funny in the video. I intended to ask what it was all about but pushed the thought aside and waited patiently for Courtney to come. I had invited her over to Lucas' house to confide in. I now stay with Lucas for now, afraid of Mom's threat to kill me. "Guess what? " he suddenly asked and I stared at him squarely. "What? " I asked and he smirked. "This is perfect. The video is strong evidence to hold against your mom and Dalton. This is a ticket to your freedom, " he said and smiled broadly, patting my shoulders lightly before turning back to the laptop and replaying the video. I stared at him surprisingly and was left wondering how
Twenty-seven. 27. Ever since the last time Krystal visited, I have noticed the unsudden and discomfort in Dalton. He's acting weird and always seems to get lost every single minute. The way he jolted out of reverie anytime he's being talked to, is obscure. He feels insecure at most like he's got something chasing him in his head. I don't understand my husband anymore. "What is wrong with you, Dalton? Are you okay? " I asked daringly. He stared at me with remorse in his eyes, like he was apologizing for something. "I am fine, Yolanda. I just need to be alone, " he replied with a low voice. I wasn't satisfied with his response, so I sat down next to him holding his shoulders. "Dalton, talk to me. What is going on? I am tired of being in the dark. Tell me what is going on with you? " I was pressured. I want to know what is going on. I know for sure that things aren't ok and Dalton is only trying hard to make it look like things are good. But
Twenty-six. 26. Krystal. I waited patiently but uncomfortably in his living room. I had come to see Dalton. The maid ushered me in exactly fifteen minutes ago but I haven't seen Dalton. Just as I contemplated leaving, Dalton came in. The devil's attendant. Mom is the devil herself. I swallowed down nothing. Since I knew Dalton, I have never spoken to him directly or been in an enclosed space with him alone. He looks bigger than I last saw him. Dalton in his huge self landed on the last stair, smiling broadly immediately after he saw me. Is it just my eyes or that Chris looks nothing like his parents? I kept mute and started sheepishly at Dalton until he got in the living room with me. "Good afternoon sir, " I greeted, blinking rapidly. "Krystal? You requested to see me? Or do you want to speak with Chris? " He asked impatiently, not even responding to my greetings. "No. I am not here for Chris. I am here to see you, Mr. Dalton, " I said politely givin
Twenty-five. 25.I got home with a heavy heart. I knew no rest. My conscience judged me as though I was the one who killed Dad. I felt bad and responsible for his death but then, I am also a victim. A victim of mom's madness and insatiable cravings for powers. I sat to think, if I felt so guilty that Dad died, how would Mom feel or Dalton? I mean they were the ones involved in his death and yet they are living a peaceful life without any guilt. Why did Dad's spirit not fight back like the way I see it in movies? He should have fought back. This is the height of wickedness itself, for a woman to kill her husband. What did Dad do to deserve such from Mom and Dalton? The question throbbed in my heart and I urged to know why. Why did Mom do it? I spur up out of the room, out to Mom's room. She has a lot of answering to do, only she holds the answer to my questions. I barged into her room without even knocking because I was full of rage. "Krystal, what the… " she jumped
Twenty - four. 24. "What should we do to the body? " Dalton asked sounding frightened. "What do you think we should do? " Anne asked. "Do you think we should dump it or…? " "Dumping his body is going to leak us out, burning him up isn't a good idea. We are going to melt him off his bones with this acid before burning up his bones. " Anne said pointing to some gallons of acid in the corners of the room. Her face wasn't visible but I could tell anywhere that it was her voice. "At least that would be better and easier to clean up. " "Ahhh! " I screamed, crying. I held onto Courtney. "It's okay, Krystal, " Courtney consoles crying too. "How could Mom be so wicked? Did you see what they did to Dad's body? Did you see how Mom killed Dad? " "Krystal, it is okay. ""How can it be okay, Courtney? " I asked rhetorically. This is what Mom has been hiding? How has Mom been comfortable after all these years, after doing something as dirty and evil as this?
Twenty- Three. 23.Mom was already out of her skin by the time we got home. Lucas wanted me to stay back but after their heated argument, I had to leave with mom. I know Lucas was furious and so was mom. We both got to our rooms when we got home, silently not uttering a word to each other. I've expected her to nag and abuse and curse but rather she was unusually quiet, which feared me. Mom can be a crook but sometimes, I don't just understand her. Her silence can be worse than the growling of a hungry tiger. It looks like she's going to strike me soon with bad news. I have to act fastGoing into mom's room and finding out what was inside the drawer is going to be the only way out. It is going to be my weapon for defeat. But how I will penetrate through her doors will be the problem. Ever since she caught me sneaking out of her room, the security has become tighter. She doesn't trust me as much as I don't trust her, but I will find a way. The next day, I tiptoed towards mom