I staggered along the empty alleyway, coughing violently. My chest burned from too much coughing and I could barely see anything. I swayed side to side, using my hand to push myself off any part of the walls when I touched it. The honking of vehicles from the road and the busy chattering of people were drone to my ears, no one would notice if I died here for days. If only I wasn't a fool, if only I could be as smart as Landon. I lost everything to my stepbrother, my stepmother's older son who would stop at nothing until he claimed everything that was meant to be mine, that was the plan of himself and his mother. I should have known better when the devil he sent came, now I lost everything and wander the streets; homeless.
I leaned on the wall and sank down, no more can I continue, I have no reason to live, absolutely no reason. I continued coughing as my vision slowly covered with spots and tears. The poison was working well to my expectations.
"Who is there?" My ears twitched at the sound of the voice. "Hello?" I heard footsteps, faint breathing, and muttering. "Christ! What are you doing here all alone?!" I heard her hurrying to me, and I wondered how she could see in the dark alley.
Warm hands cupped my cheeks, tingles ran through my body, and her warmth brought my dead skin alive. "You are shivering, let me check your pulse," she took my hands and did something, all I knew was that her fingers pressed against my wrists made me smile, I hadn't smiled since the incident. "You have been drinking yourself to a stupor, your pulse is weak and I can tell you took poison. Good thing I always carry this with me…" Her voice sounded faint like she was far away. I could barely hear her between my heart thumping violently and colliding with my throbbing eardrums.
Her fingers scraped my lips, I could feel long pointy nails. She parted them and shoved a small ball into my mouth. I had lost my sense of taste and my smell was weak. But somehow her scent captivated my nostrils and bonded with my hammering brain.
"Eat it," I did not want to eat it, but something about her voice lured me to. "Now why would a handsome man like you subject himself to such misery and painful death?"
"T…t…that is w..wh…what I deserve," I stammered.
"And what makes you think you deserve death? Did you murder anyone? Torture someone and make them commit suicide? Sleep with a pastor's wife?" She joked.
I chuckled, "w…w…wouldn't all t…that be better?"
"What did you do?"
"I w…as a fool!" I cried. "I've l…ost everything! My f…amily, my friends, my pro…perties, my happiness and liberty to live! My stepmother and her son have taken it all! They made my father hate me, and made my fa…ther love him by framing me up for different deeds. I should have known better, I should have been smarter to know they would pull something again, and they did. I fell right into their trap, let that witch mani…pulate me in the name of love and now I have been disowned, all my inheritance passed on to him, the son of another." I was a crying mess at the end of my explanation, my hands hugging my burning stomach.
"You are speaking much better now, it's working. Now back to what you are saying. Is that why you have given up?"
"What? I said I have nothing left?! No one! I wander the streets homeless, sleeping wherever my feet land me! I used to live in a mansion!"
"Then work your way and build a castle. The fight is never over until death says it is over. As long as you have life, as long as you have hands and determination to succeed, to never give up, and have faith that better days are ahead of you, then I don't see why you can't succeed. Your stepmother and son want to see you crumble, they want to ruin you completely and watch you either kiss their feet or kill yourself like you are doing now. You are not supposed to let them live with the satisfaction that they destroyed you, you are supposed to fight and be someone great by your own hands. Show them both and your father that you are not what they made you out to be."
"You can be smart, always think ahead, and know how to neutralize, and how to detect a plot just by looking at the person. I am a pretty good judge of character and I know you are a strong boy, you just need to grow up and become a man, search deep for that man and dominant king inside you, and bring it forth. Mister, I don't know who you are but I am positive you can achieve good things, I am sure you can be greater than even your father if you work towards it. I myself have been fighting to be great, to prove to everyone who said my mother bearing a fragile female was a bad thing, to everyone who wishes to step on me because I'm a girl and girls aren't wanted in my family. You wanna know what? I'm still crushing them even now. You can do the same, mister, get up, clean yourself up, and live, show all them fools that you can be better with or without your father and his money. I'm going to make you a deal,"
"What deal?"
"Let's meet again in the future, say ten to twelve years from now, I see us meeting then. When we meet, we will see how great we have both made ourselves and the weaker one gets to grant the winner three wishes. It's a challenge, be great before the time expires, or grant three wishes you can't afford. You in?"
I forced my eyes open, all the pain I was feeling had stopped. I couldn't see her face, only her violet and cornflower blues shining like a mini torch. Her eyes permanently encrypted in my mind, the big round violet orb whirling like a pool with cornflower blue shading and faint brownish gold highlights.
"Your eyes…?"
"Oh, sorry," she closed her eyes, "I was born with it, love your eyes too by the way. So are you going to accept the deal?"
"I don't know where to start from,"
"Start from your mind. I'm sure there are great ideas in there that would hold answers that would help. And also, start with your strength and hands." I felt her deep something into the pocket of my pants.
"How sure are you that we will meet in ten to twelve years?"
"Instinct. Plus, it's a promise, and I never break a promise. Goodbye, mister, I hope you get better and prove that you are worth more than you look. Don't die."
The rest of the memory was foggy, but when I woke up in the alley the next morning, I felt different and determined to prove to her that I was better than my sorry ass. Pulling all my strength, I forced myself to my feet, the force caused something to fall from my pockets. It was money, she stuffed my pocket with enough money to get a small room to stay in. The girl whose face I never saw, whose name I never got gave me a new purpose, fueled me with the passion to complete a quest… Be the best version of me before we meet again.
But I didn't just gain a purpose and new determination that day, I gained the greatest love of my life.
Mordecai's standpoint I drummed my fingers on the large table, playing ignorant to the murderous glares Landon was shooting my way. I sat lazily on the chair, legs crossed with my suit jacket draping down the side of the black swivel chair. Chairman Shi Ye was smiling as he observed my proposition, it was already clear who would win the contract. "Well, gentlemen," he finally spoke, adjusting his oversized glasses. I've always wondered what his love for oversized things is all about. "This has been one hell of a decision, you all brought great propositions and your presentations were flawless, but as you all know, there can be only one to take the contract…" "Why not spit it out to us in a plain sentence that Mordecai here has won?" Landon growled. "It's obvious from the way you shine your dirty old almost fallen teeth while staring at his offers." Shi Ye's smile dropped into a stern look. "Landon, I will remind you that I own the company, not you. And next time when you want to pr
Chelsea's standpoint We weren't always this poor, we had enough to care for our needs. Father had a toy factory which I always dreamt of working at, and mother owned a restaurant that wasn't that bad. I'd rate it a three-star restaurant. Mother worked her ass out as a teen to save up money to buy the restaurant, she worked for years before finally getting enough money to purchase it. The restaurant was her life, and through it, she met the mistake called my father. They got married and things weren't bad, we were all living fine until three years ago when my father borrowed large amounts of money from three different banks unknown to my mother. The first two debts were for a business that didn't work out, and the third was the money he borrowed and disappeared with my mother's sister. Father left us to pay the debts and used his toy factory, mother's restaurant, and the house as collateral for the banks. We lost everything, and now the house was next. And the cherry on top, my younges
Chelsea's standpoint The doorbell rang, and I jumped to my feet and hurried to it. I unlocked the door to meet the smiling face of Delaney. She pushed past me and walked straight to Angela who was sleeping on the sofa. "Did she…" "Yes, she took her medication and is doing fine, just tired from waiting too long." "Hmmm, did she give any sign of speech today?" Laney asked with hope twinkling in her eyes. "Sadly, no," I murmured, her hope shattered, "but you don't have to give up hope, at least she's giggling now, isn't she?" "Yeah, better than it was four years ago," she rolled her eyes to her daughter once more and then smiled, "she'll be fine." "Angela is a strong girl, she certainly will. Did you come alone?" "Mordecai is in the car, he's waiting for us…" She explained as she carried Angela up. "Delaney, I don't know if it's possible to request something," I murmured nervously. She wrapped Angela's legs around her waist and arched a brow. I shifted my weight to one foot and cl
Chelsea's standpoint Tired out of my head, I dragged my miserable self out of the elevator and plodded to my apartment. I could barely see or think over my foggy eyes and brain, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was already planning on calling in sick for work tomorrow or just going late, I won't get fired after all. I lazily and drowsily pushed my door open, not noticing it was already open. Once inside the apartment, I kick my flats off and walk over to the couch; the beautiful sofa bed. I pulled out the bed and threw myself on it. "So tired," I moaned. I had spent all night working harder than I used to, the other female workers made me miserable because apparently, I was flirting with the boss who was also their crush. I didn't even flirt, but it was worth it. Wait still I give Autumn the gist, she would teleport back to Washington DC and try to play Cupid. I miss her. I miss him. God, I wanna kiss him! I saw his face in my dream, causing me to smile. I knew it was going to be
Chelsea's standpoint "Autumn—" "Three years, my best friend has been suffering and I didn't know, isn't that fucking great," she said sarcastically. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you—" "What are friends for if they can't help each other?!" I flinched when she suddenly screamed in anger. Autumn rarely gets angry at me. "Weren't you there for me when my uncle tried to take everything away from me?! You encouraged me to be the amazing person I am today and use my wit to fight. All thanks to you I was able to get help from my godfather and am now the woman I am today—" "Au—" "What are you not bothering me for?! I'm sitting on top of millions and my best friend is suffering. Do you know how that makes me feel?!" Do you want to know the truth, I forgot Autumn was fucking rich. She lived her life so simple and plain it always made me forget her parents left millions for her before they died and left her in charge of their hospitals. "And you dare risk Carter's life! Why didn't you
Chelsea's standpoint Autumn and I walked into the diner while she talked about the boys she had encounters with. We walked to the counter. I smiled at Stella who was handling it. "Good morning, Stel, how was your night?" "It was amazing," she said, eyeing Autumn lustfully. Stella was into both women and men, mostly women. And with Autumn, there's always an attraction. "And who is this beautiful lady?" "Lady Autumn Of Milan, Italy," Autumn curtsied playfully. "You're Italian?" Stella gasped, she's a sucker for Italians. Autumn chuckled. "Not exactly, studied there. I was born here in America but my maternal grandmother was Italian/Japanese, so technically I'm an American Japanlian," she laughed. Stella laughed at her ridiculous joke. "Well, it's nice meeting you, I'm Stella Rain, by the way. You don't happen to be interested in women, are you?" "Sorry, sweetheart, all dicks and no puss," Autumn smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Fowie," Stella pouted, "but you can still try, I can mak
Chelsea's standpoint I turned to the door when I heard her awed with adoration. Angela's bodyguard brought her for the day, she was terrified and hiding behind him because of Autumn. I sprang to my feet and rushed to the door. "I am so sorry, Neman, I forgot my sister came home, I should have called to inform madam to keep Angela away," "You should have known better," he scolded. I looked at Autumn pleadingly. "Autumn, can you excuse us?" "Why?" "Have you forgotten about the child I told you I babysit for money? I just told you that, like an hour ago. Angela is afraid of people and is mute," "Nonsense," Autumn said with a wave, "she isn't mute, just extremely shy and insecure," "Autumn, she's mute," "Maybe she was. I've met mute children and I know how to handle them. Here, I'll show you," "Autumn…" she knelt and smiled at Angela who was peeping at her. "Hi there, Angel, I'm Autumn and I'm new here. I don't have any friends yet so will you be my friend? We can eat pizza crus
Autumn's standpoint Eleven years, for eleven years I had pictured the day we would meet again, how we would recognize each other. That night, I didn't see his face clearly. I might have had great night vision but it wasn't enough to see his face vividly. I wasn't sure how I would recognize him, but sitting there on the bed and staring at him with my mouth open was unbelievable. Compared to the wreck I saw years ago, this guy was dreamy, so dreamy it felt too real to be true. I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't one of my fantasies again, to make sure I wasn't daydreaming about how he would look or foolishly getting myself wet. He was still there, gawking at me with lips parted and standing there looking like a sexy god who was banished from Olympus and had to blend in with humans. Angela tapped me, making me avert my eyes to her. She pointed at him, asking me if I knew him. "Something like that," I smiled. I averted my eyes back to him. "You look great, got better, huh?" He snapp
EpilogueAutumn smiled as she stared at the picture of her little family of five. Her darling husband has loved her just the way he did from the very beginning. Even though it had been fourteen years and a few months since they said their vows. His love had never wavered, even when they fought and ignored each other for days. She knew he loved her more than she loved him. She couldn't ask for anything more.Next was her first child and son, her frenemy, Kai. They loved each other, but never admitted it out loud. All they did was argue, which was mostly them teasing each other at every chance they got. Kai loved his father and younger siblings a lot and would kill to keep them happy. He wouldn't kill for his mother but would do anything to annoy her. Though annoying was his natural talent, his heavenly gift. Anywhere he enters, trouble follows. Kai The Menace like his friends called him when he was younger. He found joy in causing confusion among people, deriving happiness from frustra
Mordecai's standpointThe reception was going just fine with me ignoring Autumn as punishment for suffering me. There was an elevator the whole time and she made me carry her. Do you know how much she weighs? I was already planning on selling Kai if he should come out as a scrawny stick. The troubles he gave me were too much.I looked over at where she sat. She sat alone with hands between her legs as she stared at me intensely. And when I said intensely, I meant in a way her cuteness was troubling. It was difficult to remain mad with the way she was looking at me. She hadn't taken her eyes off me since I started ignoring her. Walking around with two intense eyes on me wasn't comfortable. It made me trip multiple times, satisfying whatever she thought she was doing.Anderson and Chelsea were receiving their wedding toast. I smiled as memories of us at our time replayed in my head. She was the most beautiful then, the most gorgeous woman, and even until now. I returned my glassy eyes t
Mordecai's standpointWhat will it take to get a woman to dress up quickly? I mean come on! What's with women and their forever dress-up?! Just like Autumn almost gave me a heart attack by not showing up on time, Chelsea was doing the same thing to Anderson and his situation was worse. It had been four months and a few weeks since the woman woke up from a coma. Andy decided a month ago that he wanted to get married, so he proposed and the wedding saga followed.Autumn dragged me to different events for the so-called quiet wedding. Who needs a dinner rehearsal for a wedding when you can just get the hell married with no stress or even planning what you want to say? I still don't see the point in it, and being dragged to it wasn't appreciated. I couldn't complain or decline because one, he was my other best friend, and two, Autumn Naggison would talk me to death and cry and scream and mix it all up. Pregnancy doesn't suit her.So there I was, going to check on why the women were being h
Two Weeks LaterThe heart monitor beeps continuously as I check Chelsea's pulse. I hummed so I wouldn't cry. Two whole weeks of hell. Brianna woke up—thank God—but the others hadn't. Chelsea was showing more signs of improvement since she kept drifting in and out of consciousness, but Meredith was unmoving which was a bad thing. I still had hope that she would be fine. Technically, she had been in a coma for a month while Chelsea had been in and out of a coma for three weeks. Brianna only lay in a coma for a week while I was unconscious for three days. My baby was still fine, thankfully.I dropped the notepad on the desk and went over to sit with her. I took her hand in mine and entwined our fingers together. A jolt of electricity charged through my body from our laced fingers. We were connected, Chelsea and I. Our bond was unbreakable and would remain that way."Chelsea, remember when we were ten?" I asked, smiling at the memory. "We went camping with Meredith's family. That was when
Autumn's standpointCrap! Crap! Million more crap!This is bad!I couldn't do anything else than follow him or he would shoot me. He was the kind that would rather kill me than let someone else have me. And if he found out that I had been playing him, he would get really pissed. I walk-run behind him, glancing over my shoulders for any sign of Mordecai or even Eugene. My hope dwindled with every step I took, freedom was as good as gone.The black helicopter spun dangerously in the middle of the field, its blades pushing every light thing away. The dust flew here and there, causing us to shield our eyes from it."Sir, we have to hurry! Eugene has noticed the copter and is com…" The short redhead barely finished his statement before a bullet hit him right between the eyes. I screamed with horror at the disgusting sight. Montana quickly dragged me around to the other side of the copter."Why don't we get in?" I asked as if I wanted to."They could shoot it down, come on," he pulled me al
Autumn's standpointTears rolled down the side of my eyes to the bed as I held the wooden bar of the headboard. Montona pounded into me as he groaned and moaned. I had to do it, I had to let him touch me or he would suspect and force himself on me. He thought the tears were for pleasure, but it wasn't. I felt filthy as I let the fool break my marital vow. He would have done it anyway, I just made it easier for myself so my baby wouldn't get hurt. Protecting my baby was my utmost priority, it was the only thing that mattered.All I wanted was Mordecai to hold me, but no, he wasn't there. I swallowed the sob from leaving my mouth, my body shaking with pain but to him, it was pleasure."Scream my name, baby, scream it," he demanded."Oh, Montona, fuck me harder, babe, that's it… Right there, fuck me harder, Montona…""That's right, scream my name louder!" I continued screaming and crying with pain though he was thinking it was pleasure. At least, I convinced him to wear a condom. He ejac
Aaron's standpoint"We don't have time!" Mordecai screamed. His phone rang at that moment. He angrily removed the phone from his pocket and answered it. "What?" He snapped. "What the fuck, Landon! Why are you calling me?!""Put it on speaker," I instructed. He put the call on speaker."How could you let him take Autumn?! You are irresponsible!" Him?"So says the idiot that couldn't handle his father's company! What do you want?!""It's all over the news, Brianna's accident, Meredith's attempted murder, Chelsea's hospitalization, and Autumn's kidnap! The whole world already knows someone out there is on to you!" He knew something."Landon, if you have any idea where Autumn is, please share.""I have no fucking clue. I hired him to get rid of you, not her. I warned him not to. I don't know where he lives, I wish I did." He said pathetically."You are completely useless," Andy spat angrily."You hired him to kill my sister, didn't you, Landon?" Mordecai said with a dark chuckle. "I will
Autumn's standpointI whimpered from pain and disgust. My whole body and that horrible smell. It smelt like dry urine and vomit, really sticky and smelly vomit. I forced my eyes open, already knowing what to expect. Unlike some people who wouldn't recognize where they were when they first woke up after being kidnapped. I knew I was kidnapped, I knew who took me but not who he was. I was more concerned for my unborn child and Chelsea, they probably knocked her out with the butt of a gun. The hit could cause a concussion and that wasn't what I wished for my best friend. If she didn't concuss, she was likely to bleed to death. Hopefully, they didn't knock her out.Surprisingly, I was in a bedroom, a dirty old bedroom. I was wondering what the hell they used the bedroom for when the devil opened the door and walked in. I rolled my weak eyes away from his evil smirk and threw myself back into my sleeping position."You are finally awake,""Yeah, no thanks to you," I said scornfully."Baby,
Chelsea moaned painfully as she turned her head slightly, she knew her muscles were tight. She forced her eyes open and blinked the blurriness away before looking around. She was in her living room, on the floor. Her head hurt like crazy. She whimpered as the pain started becoming more apparent as she put two and two together.She started panicking as she realized she was tied up and was bleeding from her head. The pool of blood spread out around her head to her shoulders. She had lost a lot of blood and was sure to pass out again if she didn't get help soon."Help," she shouted weakly, "somebody, help me…" her throat burnt from dryness and her eyes itched with irritation from falling tears. She felt like she had a nasty fever and would die soon. Her brain pounded against her skull, causing her heartbeat to speed up. She had to call out or she would die. Yet, all she could think of was Autumn and her baby, of what that man would do to her. One look at him and you'd know he's a psychop