ALEXIt was the happiest I'd ever been in my life. I was running around the garden chasing butterflies, trying to capture them for my collection. My brother had a full jar already and it was a challenge I did not want to miss out on. No it was a challenge I wanted to defeat him in. He always beat me to everything, running downstairs, first to stuff their pancakes in and even first to kill a rabbit.I was cowardly towards that. As I was a big fan of animals. My mum had a rabbit which she reared, Lola and I'd always go to feed her. Until one day I came back and I met my brother and a dead rabbit. He and my father laughed like it was completely normal and my mother only smiled. I couldn't handle pretending, and for the first time, I saw the pain behind my mother's eyes.I met her crying in the corner of the garden where I'd normally hide during a game and I didn't even need to ask her why. I just went to her and hugged her. Immediately she saw me, she wiped her tears and called me her sw
SOFIAI poured myself a generous portion of water and gulped it down with shivering hands. I still couldn't get what just happened moments ago into my head. I asked myself, "did this happen?", "was I hallucinating?", "my boss just tried to rape me, didn't he?"Damn! I just couldn't get these thoughts out of my mind.As I sat on the only sane furniture I could easily reach in my house, I tried my best to get my mind off the ugly incident. But, I was still shaking and shivering and even my hands were shaking. I couldn't still believe that that man would try to rape me. The fear still grips me, his determined eyes still scanned me, it felt like he was here with me, and I can't shake the feeling of terror that enveloped me in that moment he took off his belt.I remember the panic setting in as I tried to push him away, to stop him from touching me but the moment I realised he was stronger and I couldn't help myself, I felt my heart racing, my breath coming in short, sharp puffs as I tried
SOFIAHow was I even supposed to deal with living with a man like Ronaldo? He hated my sister and I, but Olivia still enjoyed some benefits from him because she prioritised working herself out to be his 'favourite' step daughter. But me, all I ever lived for was finding those who killed our parents and bringing them to justice. Other things should be finding a good job, having a good house and a car.Wasn't that all I was supposed to be thinking of?I remembered my childhood days. I slowly remembered those days, those times when I had no care in the world. These times were the times kids my age would dream about being a doctor, a pilot, or even a famous singer or a versatile artist. Some would begin working towards their dream work. Back then, I was among them, having nothing to worry about, having no harm from the outside world. All I thought about was school, playing with my friends, and getting home in time for dinner, and dinner meant well if my dad's friend came with a bagful of
SOFIAI was dreaming…I opened my eyes in the dream, my heart racing and my body tangled in sweat-soaked blood. It felt like I wasn't dreaming. It felt like I was truly blood-soaked and locked up. It was a dream, but it felt so vivid and engaging. I was a damsel in distress, trapped in a forest and in excruciating pain. My captor was staring at me with a deranged smile and it turned everything in me upside down. He was about to devour me and I was about to give up, then he left me alone for a while.Fast forward to the remaining part of the dream. I found myself in the middle of a dense, dark forest, and because it was a dream, this place looked like a room, but trees loomed overhead, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with an oppressive stillness, broken only by the distant sounds of wild animals and something else I couldn't fathom.As I stumbled through the forest, a sharp pain shot through my side, causing me to stumble and fall to my knees. I clutched at
SOFIA I squeezed my legs to my chest. Maybe I should never have ran away. I should have stayed and gotten married to him. I'll have money and the sex couldn't be all that bad. I won't have to go through all this. And who knows he might just let me finish my investigation.Now I was pimping myself out. Looking for holes in the past. Looking for something a genuine reason to make me escape from the reality of what had happened. They were odd and my worst nightmare a few months back was beginning to look like a sort of mistake for me. That I shouldn't have ventured into.Well, there was nothing I could do now. I'd come this far, going back would just be suicide. The mafia would be after me and so would Ronaldo. I had tasted freedom and I could not go back to being confined by the choices of everyone around me. It was an easy no.The word 'why' was starting to feel sour in my mouth. I kept asking myself. What could I have done better? I couldn't help but blame myself. I mean I saw the sig
SOFIAThe biggest issue of the female gender in this current society had to be the problem of picking the right clothes. Alex had asked to see me and even if it wasn't a date, I still wanted to look good. Like I said, he just brought out this side of me. Everytime.I don't think my wardrobe got the memo. Apparently apart from my office clothes which I never planned on wearing again infact I didn't mind dumping them in fire, the rest of my clothes were not it. I stared at the wardrobe irritated from all the piles and heaps. This was going to be a big job to do and I needed to clear my head before I could go on.I decided to try out some music. Everything needs a little harmony right? I started swaying my hips pretending to enjoy the song. I increased the volume to the highest and I tried to block out the thoughts in my head. It wasn't working out for me. I wanted to scream loud and pull my hair. I put off the music immediately. Why me? Why did this have to happen to me?I was already a
SOFIAHe kept looking at him and subconsciously, I reached to touch my face to feel if there was something there. I checked myself well before leaving the house and I looked great. The make up was good and the dress was not revealing.I just couldn't ignore how his eyes kept flicking up to the rearview mirror, stealing glances at me. It was unnerving, to say the least. I felt like hitting my bag on his damned head. For some reason, he gave me the vibes of my boss and it irked me. Now, I was stuck with him. I should have just walked!I tried my best to ignore his piercing stare, focusing instead on the passing scenery outside the window. The streets were busy, people were trooping out of banks and other shops. For a while, I focused but every time I glanced up, this man's eyes were on me once more. It was as though he was trying to unravel the very fabric of my being, touch me or feast on me with the intensity of his gaze.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, stealing a quick glance at
ALEXThe cartel would be mine. So I had thought.Not until that night, not until I read that very terrible message. With the buzz of my phone and me picking it up. I could have ignored it, oh, I could just toss it aside but then I checked it. It was the strange, it was unusual, it was the most unexpected message I have ever seen and received.My heart skipped two beats, my whole body had erupted and the shock travelled from my legs up to my face, making me go all pale and shivering and I had mistakenly dropped the cup of water I was holding, letting out a loud, "What?!"That night had been the most terrible, apart from the day I lost my mother. That night, I felt all I ever looked after crumbling. It was like I had been pregnant for nine months, nursing my baby in me which was the Cartel, and then when it was time to give birth, I was told the baby died.For all my life, for all of my life, all I think of was owning the Cartel. Apart from dangerously loving hockey, the Cartel was very
ALEX Manchester was different…Manchester was blissful…The air in Manchester was very clear; till I could feel it suffocate me. But then I knew one day, I would put an end to all of this. I was living the life that I wanted here. Away from Blake and his Cartel, his mob and the killers and the snare and everything. I had used the money I had to start up something and I would be going back to hockey soon. It was what gave me utmost confidence. And I wouldn’t toss it away. She still didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I took it upon myself to stalk her in a healthy manner. I was there when she left for work and I was there when she was back. It was one thing that gave me joy, it gave me this push. I knew that one day, she would hear me out and would forgive me. I made a conscious effort to respect her space. It was hard to process that fact and I wanted to give her time but then one day, I would make sure I walk up to her again. Everyday, I couldn’t deny the pull she had o
SOFIA Manchester…I got dressed and sighed when I was done dressing. This used to be worn with a happy smile, now, my heart was filled with sadness, regret and disappointment. It wasn’t anger anymore. It was something else. I left the house, the crisp autumn air nipping at my cheeks as I made my way down the street. The familiar sights and sounds of my neighbourhood seemed to fade into the background as I focused on the task at hand: preparing for my move to Manchester.I came back home to prepare. It was now or never. Another day here and I would commit suicide. This was the place my parents were killed, this was the place Olivia had been arrested. Too many bad memories and damn, I can’t stay here any longer. I brought out my clothes and the new bags I bought when I went out. It was now or never at all. I packed my clothes into the bag, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and nervousness as I did this. I was going to England, leaving behind everything that had once been fami
SOFIAI could still dream. This time, I was dreaming about being alone in a field of roses, where everything was filled with tranquillity and warmth. I found myself standing in a vast field of roses, their sweet fragrance filling the air and soothing my mind. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The vibrant colours of the flowers seemed to stretch on endlessly, creating a mesmerising sea of reds, pinks, and whites.It felt so good to be here. So damn good. I forgot all I was thinking about. I forget the sorrows that were now in my life. I forgot how things had been so bad. I was calm. I was content. I was enough. As I walked through the field, I felt a sense of peace and tranquillity washing over me. It made me feel like I was in heaven. This was a pleasure. Absolute pleasure. Amidst the sea of roses, I caught sight of a figure in the distance. This was supposed to be my world, my dream. As I approached the figure, I realised it was my mother, wear
SOFIABut then I had so many what ifs left in me…What if everything had not been like this? What if I had just not found out about the cottage and all? I guess Olivia would have killed me. She would surely win this time around and then she would put an end to the existence of the Griffins.If only Olivia hadn’t found out what really happened, if she didn’t know who our parents were and if nothing had ever even happened before. I sighed heavily. What would have become of my life and that of Olivia’s? I kept thinking about this and it kept playing in my head till I could no longer imagine what life would have been if everything hadn’t started from Olivia finding out that our parents were bloody murderers. I wanted to look up and gaze out the window at the world outside, but Alex was right beside me. He had this look of remorse and that was the last thing I needed right now. In that instant, I couldn’t help but ponder the age-old adage, “ignorance is bliss.” How true those words seeme
SOFIASomehow, a sad song came into my mind. I was humming the song and somehow, it made me feel so good. I then began to ask myself some questions. What if my parents were still alive? What if Jake hadn’t cheated on me? What if Olivia grew up nice and well groomed? What if? The answer was that I wouldn’t have met Alex. And before that, I wouldn’t know who Ronaldo was and my parents wouldn’t have been divorced. It was a whole lot to take in but I knew that I would heal. No matter how hard and difficult it was, I would heal. Nice and steady. I went back inside and saw Alex with the inspector. They were talking and I just went to my room. I needed some time alone, some time to sink all this in and know what next to do with my life right now. I could hear Alex talking with the inspector. “I will come by later. If you need anything, let me know.”“All right. Take care of her.” The inspector told him. “Yes.”‘Take care of her?’ I scoffed. How can I be fine with the devil? The real d
SOFIAI hadn’t wanted to keep crying when the police came but each word, sentence and action of Olivia kept replying in my head like a broken tape and the tears just wouldn’t stop. I then asked myself, how did we come to this? Olivia was a happy child, she was loved by happy parents, it got to the point of being jealous because of the way our parents favoured her over me. But then when I grew up and tried to relive those days, I saw that our parents loved us equally. Yes, they were murderers, and yes they were members of a notorious mafia mob that had killed a lot of people and destroyed so many lives. In that sense, they should be ruthless, in that sense they should have raised us with a knife taped to the tip of their tongues.With them, we were fed love on a silver spoon in a golden plate, we weren’t made to get love by licking it off knives. Not just any knife, a knife that wasn’t embroidered and was just insignificant to mankind. No, our parents fed us love and overfilled us
OLIVIAI watched them panic when I had reached for the only weapon I think could put an end to my misery. I planned to kill to myself and then kill Sofia and her boyfriend. She was asking too many questions that reminded me of the past. It reminded me of the faces of the murderers I referred to as my parents. Particularly seeing her. I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror in a while. I couldn’t dare to do that. I knew I would see the reflection of those terrible people in me, I hated them so much that if I saw them in my face, I would surely scar myself. It was better to die than to live with their imprint visible on my body. And then Sofia? She had everything good coming her way. Even though Ronaldo didn’t treat her well, he still thought about her and even went as far as wanting her to be married to a rich son of the mafia. No matter the maltreatment, I knew she would enjoy her married life. Ronaldo didn’t think of me when the son of the mafia came. He didn’t at all and damn,
ALEXI watched the two sisters battle words. All this while I was just looking at them, it felt like I wasn’t even in the room. They kept throwing words at each other and made me feel completely invisible. And thinking about this, I just couldn’t see Anthony and I having the same batter and swearing at each other like this. It was something I couldn’t ever picture. Not that I was scared, I stopped being afraid of Anthony when I left home and since then, there was nothing that would make me scared of him ever again. Anthony and I can’t even have a physical conversation, the last time we had talked, it was during a family dinner. That was the day my father had announced that he was giving the cartel to Anthony. I remembered that day like I was in it. I hadn’t wanted to come but I had no choice, I just had too. Ever since I left home, I just cut ties with them but then I had too. The dinner was scheduled a few days before my mother’s birthday. I just had to go. I told myself I would f
SOFIA “Why did everything change?”Tears continued to cascade down my cheeks, a testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises that plagued our relationship. The person I once knew had morphed into a stranger, driven by darkness and pain.Olivia had become a woman I used to know. She scared me now. Everything she had said was surprising, it made me feel stupid. I had thought she changed because of the death of our parents. Then she was withdrawn, she threw herself to Ronaldo like he was her saviour. And to me, she treated me like trash. I had thought she wanted to take away all the grief in her by being mean to me, but I was wrong, she had just been thinking of ways to extinguish me from the world she was creating. “When did everything change, Olivia?”“It will further change if you disappear.” She answered. “And then the very day I found out about what our parents were, I knew I couldn’t tell you, I just knew I had to carry out this mission myself.”I just looked at her, it