SOFIA I was preparing for work when I heard the whispers of Alex. At first, it was a female's voice I heard. I even thought it was the Television but then the voice was near, so near. It was then I realised that it was actually a woman. And the surprising thing was that she was with Alex.I decided to check and I stopped in my tracks when I saw the woman. She was robust. She had big eyes that shone brightly. Her hair colour was a deep shade of purple and kind of blue at the tip. She doesn't look like just any woman one would find at the roadside. I put one and one together and concluded that she was a call girl.Now the question was, what was her mission here?I wanted to know so I made myself visible to Alex and I saw them talking. They seemed to be in a very audible conversation. They were not even trying to whisper, I heard every bit of what they said.And the worst part was that Alex even made an introduction. I didn't know what to think of that approach. The fact that he made
SOFIAMaybe case not closed…Alex was not the type to talk that much. That was what made this whole thing so tacky. He said little or nothing and I was the one who said most of what was to be said between us. Even when I had asked him to tell me something about himself, he had only told me little and that didn’t do justice to exactly what I needed.I needed more than what he had told me but I couldn’t ask, not because I was scared of him but what I would hear from him. Something keeps telling me there was more to Alex. He seemed tongued-tied about some sensitive things like that. And now, I don’t think I have any right to ask him anything. He was not into me as much as I was into him.I began to wonder why exactly he doesn’t want to open up to me. What could be the cause? He had told me he was the only surviving son of his father and that his mother had died, that was all he had told me, no addition, no subtraction. And I noticed he didn’t talk about his father. The way he had even s
SOFIAFor a while, I just stared. I was trying to understand why I was hearing the voices in a dark place like this, I couldn’t understand but I just knew these voices and they shouldn’t be here.I looked up and saw that I was still a bit far from home (Alex’s house of course). I took out my earphones to listen well to the muffled voices. The whole noise from the driving was making me not hear. It was definitely my parents' voices, I would recognize it anywhere I hear it. As a child, I already knew I was blessed with parents who were not only loving and supportive, but also had a way of making me and my sister feel at ease and joyful just by the sound of their voices. Growing up, I cherished the moments when I could listen to them talk, laugh, and share stories. These moments shaped me into the person I was today, and I would always be grateful for the happiness they brought into my life.The both of them had a unique way of communicating with each other that always filled our home
SOFIA I just have to research more… it wasn’t the house we all lived in. It was somewhere else and I would find it. All this was so hard to believe. I just couldn’t believe that my parents, who I lived with, raised me and my twin sister with love and care. Who were so gentle with us, who were so loving, who would smile like they were angels from heaven. They were the best parents I have ever seen, but this video I watched made me know all was just in pretence.My own parents? My sweet mother, who would bake us cookies, kissed us till all the tears in us were dried up. Hug us till we can no longer feel the ache in our body. She was sweet, yes, she was kind and nice, yes, that was my mother but this woman in the video wasn’t my mother. The woman in the video had snapped the head of a man in just a single turn. I heard the crack because of the EarPods I inserted in my ears. I heard everything, I heard it all and I understood every bit of what transpired in that room. I just couldn’t
SOFIAI wasn’t sure this was a great idea but when I stood in front of the cottage, I knew I just had to go in. There was no going back.We were out very early and I called in Susan that I wouldn't be around for the day’s work. She went ahead to tease me, “oh dear, Cinderella, what is happening between you and the prince?”I had managed to laugh, I needed it. The discovery I found out was still fresh in my mind and I found it so hard to believe. I just couldn’t believe what I had seen, what I had watched. It was all too much to take in and a little smile would at least bring me out of the world I had discovered I was into. “The prince and I have nowhere to go except to work, so don’t you dare to think about whatever you are thinking.”Susan giggled then she said, “Whatever you say, Cinderella. I am just waiting for the time you’ll be my boss’s wife. It would be a great honour to serve you, your highness. Have a great day.” With what she said, I laughed so hard and just hung up. Damn
SOFIAI had to replay what happened to be sure I didn’t hear the wrong thing from the man I trusted. "Let me be!” I snatched my hands away from him. “That man almost killed us! How did he know here? Who is he? How... how do you know him, Alex?" I finally managed to breathe out, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.Alex had paused, his gaze distant and troubled. "He's my father and that is Blake Crow," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.His words hit me like a tidal wave, shattering the fragile understanding I had built around him. Blake Crow? That was…. I closed my eyes to understand and I opened it again. “Blake Crow?”“Yes, and I am Alexander Crow.”I blinked. What was I hearing? That Alex is the son of the man who had callously ripped away both of my parents in cold blood. It was a cruel twist of fate that I could hardly fathom.“What did you say?”“Sofia, I… I’m sorry.”I just stared at him as the anger, grief, and disbelief swirled inside me, each em
ALEXWhat was I supposed to think or say?At that moment she snatched her hands from me, I had felt my world crumbling. I wasn’t sure what to think or what to say. I just know I was about to lose a great deal of what matters to me.But wait, this isn’t ought to be at all, it shouldn’t be because I was not supposed to feel any remorse, I wasn’t supposed to apologize, this was supposed to be the part where I change it all and become the dominant. This was the part where I was supposed to pull out my gun and drag her back to the cottage then use her as a pawn to get my father to do what I wanted; and that was getting the Crow Cartel. Now that I know he wasn’t even the initial owner of the cartel, I could use Sofia as my weapon to fight with Blake Crow. But no, I didn’t do that. As the son of Blake Crow, I didn’t do that, instead, I told her I was Alexander Crow and was the son of the man that murdered her parents and I even told her I was sorry and that I didn’t know that it was Blake w
ALEX“Trust me when I say I didn't kill them,” I heard my father say again. I tried to block his words out of my ears and focus on the situation on the ground. If he said that he didn't kill Sofia's parents, then who did?I was confused. All my life I have been qaàawith Blake and I have known him as a man of his words. He definitely doesn't lie. That was what he hated mostly; lies. He could kill anyone who lied to him so he doesn't indulge lies from anyone. I remember a time when I was 5, still bubbling and still very active with the youthfulness coursing through my veins. I was still so young and telling lies was the only way I got my escape from Blake Crow. I lied to him to get away from punishment, I lied to him to stay strong, I lied to him to 'look’ strong. I lied almost all the time and once he caught me, he took me to the Crow Den and made me stand directly in front of a blindfolded man. From where I stood, I could see that the man was badly battered. I couldn't see his fac