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
Watching the car drive out of the gate with his fist clenched tight to his side. Mr Gordon grits his teeth until he feels pain ensuing from his gum.The eerie winds blow, almost sweeping him off his feet. He turns around and walks back inside the house with guilt that cramps his heart. “I never mean to let them go. Sending her out wasn't in the plan. I just want to threaten her and forbid her from seeing Andy, why did I let my anger control me?” he sob quietly as he make his way up to the stairs. Climbing with his head down, glaring hard at the smooth tiles.Tears stream down his eyes, almost blinding his sight. His legs quiver with each step he takes. Mr Gordon stretches out his hand, gripping the rail tightly to support his weight. He funnily finds his body heavy for his legs to carry.“Melanie!” he shrieks, sliding his grip off the rail. He tries to climb another step on his own but his legs failed him. He twists his ankle and tumbles on the floor.His head hit hard on the floor,
*May 2018*Melanie's p.o.vIt was the night my favourite K-pop boy band had their first concert in NYC. I have been a fan of theirs since their debut and I've always been waiting for a day I’d finally get to meet them. It was during my final year in school, a time when students used to get serious with their studies. I couldn't just stay at the hostel knowing my favourite idol was having a concert in my vicinity.No fangirl would do such a thing!I packed up my bag, filled it with my merch and dragged Kayla with me as we made our way to the arena. Kayla wasn't a fan of them she knew nothing about these guys. But because she was an overprotective friend, she decided to accompany me to the arena. We got there right on time and I watched the guys walk up to the stage in their glory; it was a beautiful sight to behold.The audience roared in excitement, waving their merch in the air as the boys started to sing. I sang along with them as I felt their songs ease my stressed soul. I though
Melanie’s p.o.vIt has been a week since we left the mansion and I can say I'm doing a good job of taking care of my two children. I’d drop them off at school in the morning and they will hail a cab back home in the afternoon.After telling Archie what happened in the past, he was still confused about the house, well, he told me he had been to Mom’s former house before and he was curious about how the house changed. Well, I got Mom our new home a day before the incident. My daughter was so happy that she begged Mom to put her on the phone. She thanked me and told me how much she loves me; something she has never done before.I was literally broke after paying for the house with my last card. I decide to get back to the company and see if I'm still eligible to work at the Gordons. I never heard from Alfred and I tried calling him on several occasions but his line was not reachable.I would be lying if I say I'm not worried about him. He's my baby-daddy after all.I have resumed back to