Archie hurriedly rushes down the stairs to the dining room. He meets Melanie and his father in the dining room, already eating breakfast without him.“Eating without me? That's the number one act of betrayal.” he groans as he sits down beside Melanie, to eat his breakfast of macaroni and cheese.“Good morning to you too!” Melanie chuckles and rubs his now short jet black hair.It's been weeks already since they got back from their short vacation, Archie cut and dye his hair black, days ago after much taunting from Olive. “I didn't greet you, you know?” he glare hard at her, totally ignoring his father's presence in the dining room.This past few weeks, Archie has grown fond of Melanie and it would be hard to tell that she isn't his mother, at first encounter.“I thought you did.” Melanie grins, glancing at her wristwatch to check the time. “I’m running late. Archie, I'm sorry, but you will have to follow your dad this morning. My schedule starts in the next ten minutes.” she conveyed
It is a new day, and the guys have left the house, leaving Melanie to herself inside the big mansion since she won't be going to the office. She has been feeling sick lately, so she take a week off from work to attend to her sickness.“I can't imagine I'm still feeling hungry after consuming a load of food.” Melanie groans, striding down the stairs in her loose outfit. Her hair was packed in a messy bun and she has a bowl of cereal in her right hand.She strolls to the living room and plunges into the nearest couch with a loud grunt. “What should I do with this new me? Feeling sick at any slight thing, and eat three times the usual.” she sighs as she picks up the control to switch on the TV.After turning on the TV, she switches the channel to her favourite show, and she relaxes on the couch to enjoy her favourite show, with a bowl of cereal beside her on the couch.“Oh, the main character has been fired from partaking in the final season of the show due to allegations of sexual misco
Archie is seen riding recklessly on the road, the superbike seems so difficult for him to ride, but he doesn't know how to tell the people he almost crashes into that he's still an amateur.He's on his way to school and he's running late already, he fetches his phone from his pant pocket and checks the time to see he's already an hour late for school. He slides the phone back into his pant pocket, taking his gaze off the road.“Watch out where you're heading! You insolent fool!” Comes an angry voice of an aged woman, walking on the walkway of a prominent street.Archie whines as he couldn't fathom why the bike chooses to disgrace him. He lifts his gaze and smiles warmly at her. “I’m very sorry ma'am, my bike seems to be faulty, but I can assure you I still have it under control.” he hastily bows to the irritated woman who seems not to give a darn about his excuses.She rolls her eyes angrily. “Sell the stupid bike if it's giving you a problem, don't break my legs and start apologising
The doorbell chimes loudly, interrupting Melanie from the cake she is chiselling in the kitchen. She pauses and glances at the door wondering who is by the door. Who could it be? She couldn't tell.Suddenly, a thought creeps up her little mind, and she let out a muffled gasp.“Andy didn't tell me he would be coming in person. Did he?” she mumbles to herself as she peels off the gloves. “Does he not have an interview? Though he told me that!” Melanie marvels and rushes to get the door.She stops by the entrance gate and put in the password, she yanks the door open to reveal someone resting its back on the wall. “Hey, did you now know who possessed the…” Melanie trail off, seeing the person’s face from up close.Melanie’s eyes widened and her mouth fall slightly open.“Kayla!” She gasps in shock. “What are you doing here?” she groans as she steps aside for her to step in, not wanting to let her disappointment be known to her friend.Kayla scowled at her, she shoves Melanie out of the wa
*click**clack*Mr Gordon's shoes click on the floor dazzlingly as he makes his way out of the conference hall of one of his prosperous companies, in New Zealand. His secretary (Harley) trails quietly behind him, swaying her hips magnificently in a black short gown she put on, she held tightly onto the file in her hand and swirls her hair over her shoulder.None of them says anything as they enter the office that looks so much like his office in New York City. A black swirl leather seat hid behind a well-arranged office desk, and tons of files was placed on both sides of the desk with a MacBook Pro at the centre of the desk.A resting area at the far end of the vast room, a long circular sofa with a glass table in the middle. A flat-screen TV hung neatly on the wall, with a mini fridge in a corner.Mr Gordon hastily walks towards his desk and plunges into the seat. “What about the project cost of the building resort? Any news? Have you received the estimated budget and have you gone t
Melanie stands in front of her room window with her arms crossed on her chest. She let out a sigh as she stares intensely at the waterfall from the window. Her mind has travelled far as the thought of what's going to happen next troubles her mind. Which makes her gag in anxiety. Is she truly ready for the answer? How will she take it? Would he accept her?She's scared of the answers, even though she hasn't gotten them yet, but the truth is certainly going to hurt the two parties. With the little information she has huddled, she knew she was in trouble.Her mind drifts off to Andy and she wonders why he hasn't called her yet. Or, is he afraid for her also?“What could be delaying him?” she sighs sadly and turns around, resting her back on the wall. “Is the interview not over yet?” she groans, gripping her dress.A tear streamed down her cheek as she remembers the night she would never forget in her life. That night, has she not gone to that concert, it wouldn't have happened, right?S
Mr Gordon clutches tight at his head, running down the stairs like he's being spurred by hunting hounds. “Ahh,” he groans, pulling at his hair as a wave of neuralgia hit him. His head hurts badly and he needs something to make him stop reckoning about her.He sights Archie ascending the stairs, nodding his head to the song he's playing with his headphone. Mr Gordon shove him out of his way without caring to take a look if he had hurt the boy. He groans in pain as he makes his way down the stairs.He heads straight to the bar and plunges onto the stools, his eyes search the collection of drinks and randomly grabs a bottle of intoxicating liquor he didn't bother to check the brand. He flicks the lid open and moves the bottle to his lips, gulping the liquor mindlessly without hanging back to catch his breath. He abruptly stops drinking from the bottle and moves the liquor away from his mouth; gasping for breath; he hasn't noticed how much breath he had held in until he moves the bottle
‘Yes, the necklace.’ he grins wildly, marching towards her, caring less about the broken bottle that is scattered everywhere.Melanie move back in fear, she didn't do anything wrong to him but she never can tell.Mr Gordon grips tight at her arm and forcefully pulls her towards him. Eyes widened in shock. “Alfred, what are you doing?” Melanie manage to ask. Her eyes ran up and down his face as Mr Gordon rip off the upper part of her dress.He sneers before pushing her to the wall, her head hit the rail and she let out a painful hiss. “I know who you are.” Mr Gordon hollers, his nails piercing into her skin as her back pressed tightly against the wall.Archie watch with tears in his eyes as his father assaulted Melanie. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't like how his father is slowly going back to the monster he used to be; he doesn't like how he's hurting Melanie either. He does not know the things going on with him, but no matter what it is, he doesn't want them to argue. Talk m