"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I'm sorry you had to go through all that alone. I'm really sorry."A sharp cough had them turning their heads to behold another intruder, one with a mischievous smile on his adorable cute young face. She had forgotten he came with her."Who's that?" King asked curiously.She opened her mouth to respond but Alistair beat her to it."I am your brother."*King eyed the boy up, feeling slightly irritated by the joke. He had just woken up from coma and also had a close shave with a prison cell, all he wanted now was spend the rest of the day mopping in his bestfriend's arms. He still felt weak as hell and he just had to be hindered...again.From the boy's wise eyes, he could tell that he was far mature than he looked."Half brother actually, we only share the same mother." Alistair continued.Joan was ... What was he doing? She adjusted herself to be free from King's arms and sat properly on the bed."I don't have a mother." King replied coldly.Alistair smile
"The surgery we did was ... to repair the broken bones on his left hand ... Never touch his left hand..."*"Everything alright?" She questioned slowly, dread seeping through her veins."I don't know" He looked up at her, fear evident in his features, "I can't feel it. I can't feel my hand."*"What do you mean?" Joan asked but she was already reaching for his hand. She held it in hers. It felt weird and it was a little pale."Joan, I can't feel my hand" His voice was rising in panic, "I can't feel you holding it, it's...it's...it's numb! It's like it's not there!""Hey, calm down." She said softly. She examined the hand but it was fruitless. She had not the first idea of what to do, "I'll call the doctor."She pressed the red buzzer and they waited. King stating at his numb hand, she staring helplessly at him.'He may never be able to use that hand again. It was broken really badly.'She inhaled slowly. How would she tell him that?The doctor came in soon enough."Is Mr. Johannson ok
Mrs. Michaels shook her head, "No, it's now or never. I don't care whatever happens to King Johannson. You're going with me on this trip whether you like it or not. King can go to hell for all I care and also this..." She eyed Alistair, "thing. You either go with me, Joan, or die."*"It's a pity you didn't die." A voice suddenly spoke up.Alistair.Mrs. Michaels glared at him, "I'm talking to my daughter, not some street outsider so you shut up, boy" She spat, "when your elders in every way are talking.""Mum!" Joan called exasperatedly.She ignored her."And what do you mean by it's a pity I didn't die. Do you plan to kill me?""Yes, it's a pity I didn't succeed the other time. I'll just have to try harder next time" Alistair licked his lips, "A blade will really suit on your neck, so smooth and slit-ready. What do you think?"Joan and her mother were aghast. Just how could someone speak that way!"You!..." Mrs. Michaels was in horror. He couldn't mean what he said, could he? He rea
He didn't know why; perhaps because of his situation and how lonely he felt lying in his hospital room, all by himself; but he cried, curled up into a ball, his body racking with sobs.He wept.He hadn't meant to hurt her or push her away but he had felt so weak and useless after finding out about his left hand.He just couldn't be there for her.*Alistair got the news first before any other person and he sat patiently waiting for Joan to wake.The over six hours sleep was exactly what Joan needed though when she woke, she still felt a little uneasy. She didn't know why but her heart felt a little distressed.Alistair was gazing down at her steadily when she woke."Hey." She whispered softly, sitting up and running her eyes while yawning."You feel better?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from her.She shrugged, "What time is it?""Past 9pm."She groaned, "Is it safe now to visit King? He must be so worried and he would think I'm mad at him and... Oh no, visiting hours are closed.
There was just something strange that she couldn't figure out.Everything, everything around her. Her mother, him...even King.There was something strange about them. Something strange going on behind the scenes and she felt like she was involved.*Joan and Alistair walked through the dark passages of the hospital after being allowed in. She placed a soft knock on King's door and pushed the door open when she got no answer."Be silent." She whispered to Alistair, scared that perhaps King was still withdrawn.She tiptoed to his bedside and peered down at him, jumping back and letting out a loud shout when she saw his eyes wide open."Joan?" Alistair called in alarm. He groped around for the light switch and flipped it on when he found it.Joan was standing wide eyed at a corner, King was sat up on his bed. His brows went up."What happened?"Joan shook her head, avoiding King's eyes."Where were you?" King spoke up, feeling glad and relieved that she came and that she wasn't mad at hi
Joan's eyes enlarged, "Where did you get that? I've never seen...oh...your family."He handed her the phone. She stared at him before turning her gaze to the phone. King peeped in.King's eyes bulged out while Joan let out a loud gasp when they registered what they were seeing.It was her mother, down on the floor of their sitting room, her eyes wide open and a stream of blood flowing from her chest.*"Joan, your mother is dead."Joan had not expected that kind of information when Alistair had said he had something deadly important to tell her though the look in his eyes had made her worried."What? What do you mean?""She's dead. She was murdered yesterday, gun shot wound to her chest."Joan stared blankly at him then chuckled, "You're kidding right? I just saw my mum yesterday afternoon and she must be in some country now.""She traveled?" King asked."She wanted me to go with her but we ran away and hid somewhere where I slept hours and then we came here. Since she hasn't come to
King and Joan both had incredulous expressions on their faces. The note fell away to reveal a picture.A man smiling widely, a woman by his side, also smiling and a young girl in the arms of the man.Joan took a shaky breath. The woman was her mother; the baby, she could recognize her two year old self; the man was the only stranger.That was her father.*Two hours later, the shock had not dissipated. Not even after Alistair eventually allowed her to see her home and she had cried endlessly. Things were just happening and except for King's recovery, they weren't good."We have to get you away, Joan" King said apprehensively, "what if he comes for you? What if he harms you? He killed your mother, he may try to kidnap you. You're not safe, we have to get you away.""To where?" Joan was apprehensive herself bit she tried to stay calm, "I have a feeling he's tracking us. I have not the first idea how to hide from normal people let alone criminals."King paced about the hospital room, run
King already made his choice. He was quite calm."Alistair, are you coming?"It took a long time before he grunted out a yes. He looked at Joan, deep into her gaze. She smiled at him. He felt eternally grateful to her.He turned back to his family."I'll come with you." King answered, "I'll take my girl and come with you."*The car ride to wherever the evil looking man was taking them was tense. The only thing keeping Joan calm was her heartthrob sitted beside her. They held hands. They were the only occupants of the car apart from the driver and a scary looking bodyguard. Alistair had said he had something important to discuss with his family. Victor, the big guy, had said he was going to follow them and so he trailed them in his car."They are my family." King whispered. He had been in a daze since."I noticed the resemblance." Was Joan's answer.Their eyes were the most giveaway. They all didn't have blue eyes but they all had the same eyeshape including Alistair. They were cat ey
She stood stiff and rigid, even her breathing was controlled. His hand ran through her straightened hair."I'm sorry, Bernadette, I'm sorry. I'm here, you can lean on me. I'm sorry."She tried to pull away but he held her back so she stayed cold. Vincent and Frederico watched with narrowed eyes.*"The PDA can be saved for later. We have a brother in surgery." A cold voice cut through the moment. She jumped away from Merlione, looking guilty and nervous as a drenched fish."Vincent," She called in greeting, trying to match his cold look. He eyed her up, also Merlione who came to stand protectively by her side.She wondered why she felt so nervous and guilty. Perhaps because she knew she needed the approval of King's family.Frederico stepped forward, looking unbothered. "We heard the news. What happened?""He called me," she answered smartly, "he called me just before he lost consciousness.""How did you know where he stays?""He told me." She was less nervous now but there was someth
She laid her head on his shoulder and let him tell her about work and his life for the past nine years while sharing one large can of soda then they ran around and played like little children, using the swings and involving in a sand castle competition with the other children.It was exactly what they needed in their too-careful world.*Frederico puffed on a cigarette, lost in thought. He was surrounded by loud music and intoxicated people but none of the senseless activities going on around him registered in his head. Only one thought did.He had to get rid of King Johannson.Either he did that or he risked being killed. Who else would have the audacity to kill Luca? And motive? There was also Vincent. He sure as hell was a suspect but all fingers pointed to King. It wasn't a coincidence that Luca was murdered during the same period the girl King loved was getting hooked.He took another long drag and stubbed out the rest. It was Luca first, soon it would be him. It was Luca's fault
The problem was that he just couldn't accept the reality that she wasn't his any longer. It felt unreal.He clicked the call icon. Still, he wouldn't leave her. If he ever left her, it would be because she asked him to.Switched off. He dialed her line again. Switched off. Third time. Switched off. He ran a hand down his face.*Isla knocked on Vincent's front door."Tommy, Tommy" She cooed when Thomas answered the door."Thomas, how many times have I warned you to stop answering the door!?" Charlene shouted from somewhere inside."Calm down, Char," She chuckled, entering the lavender-scented home."Nice morning, Aunt Isla," Thomas greeted respectfully, seemingly oblivious to his mum's worries. She laughed, ruffling his hair then stuffed a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He beamed."Buy as many chocolates as you want, ok?" She whispered, ruffling his hair one last time before going into the kitchen where Charlene was."Oh, my love," She cooed, seeing the five-month-old baby in a movi
She threw her phone aside with a satisfied smirk, "he asked for it. Imagine telling me to apologize after openly stating he didn't take it to heart. A hypocrite, that's what he is."Joan didn't know whether to laugh or cry."Yes, he said he doesn't mind but it is only normal for you to apologize when you do something wrong to show you are truly sorry.""Well, that should be my choice, not his." She stubbornly refused.Joan raised her hands and dropped them in resignation."Good riddance," Isla whispered.*"You were out all day."Were the first words she heard upon entering the house at about 7 pm."Yes. I'm home early. Is there a problem?" He was at the foot of the stairs. He looked sad and beaten but he was one hell of a good actor."Sorry," She changed tactics, putting on a smile, forcing ill feelings out of her heart, "good evening. How was your day?""It was trashy and boring without you," He replied in a monotone, "I went out to see my family when you left for Church and I got
"Thank God, he's gone." Isla sighed with contagious relief."Nah," Joan shook her head, "you get his phone number and talk to him."Isla's eyes widened, "How am I supposed to do that? He's obviously in a rush. Why else will he get takeout?""I'll get it for you.""How?"*Just nice, she was called three days later."It has been confirmed," James spoke, the smiling man she met at the restaurant gone, "Fr. Greg wasn't the chief celebrant at your wedding."She wasn't surprised. "Then who was?"They were all present as three days before, including James' secretary and the Priest who had never uttered a word other than a quiet greeting.He showed her a photo."After going through the footage of that day, the day before, and the day after, we suspect this man as the culprit. He has never been seen in the Church before that day. He was seen entering the Sacristy just seconds after Fr. Greg did but he was never seen coming out. Upon closer inspection..." He showed her another photo. It was a
She thought of going to see King but the memory of Vincent's cold face crossed out the thought. She visited Isla instead.*"Surprise, surprise." Isla's eyes were wide as she ushered her into her modest penthouse in the early afternoon of a Monday. The house was pretty small but comfy. A set of mismatched couches in the middle, an eating area to the right, a TV at the center, a few flowers in antique vases kept at strategic corners, and a treadmill close to a door she assumed led to the room."I checked you at work but I was told you wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week. Is there a problem?"Isla laughed, passing her a glass of water after she sat on one of the couches, "Must there be a problem?""No, but one doesn't just take a leave from work, do they?"Isla wrinkled her nose. She looked pretty. Her long red hair was now shoulder length and she looked very relaxed at home in pajama shorts and a too baggy T-shirt."Ok," She plopped down beside her and tucked her legs in, "I
"There's something else. Your father...""Sold me off? I know that. I received documents today that stated I'm no longer enslaved to them and neither are you and I under any threat. I'm simply just married to him with the condition that I can never divorce him.""Like you would ever." He scoffed.She smiled. Patience, King, patience; I'm coming for you.*She posed and smiled the brightest as the media drowned them with camera flashes and endless questions. Her arm in Merlione's, he led her carefully through the sea of paparazzi and important figures to the hall where the business dinner was being held. It was a week since their wedding.The expensively decorated eating area was to the right while the guests milled about on the left, greeting each other and making business friendships. The first eyes she made contact with were that of King's. He was invited, along with Frederico.He was chatting with an older man. A stinkingly rich one, she realized, seeing his face. She couldn't reme
"Ok, but I'll like to remind you that until this case is resolved, you are still, as it is, married to Merlione Fritzgerald and it is holy that you remain faithful to your vows."She smiled, "Yes, Father."He rose. She did too."You don't mind if I pray for you?"*She returned to her current temporal house, as she chose to call it, after spending some time in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel. She put on her nicest dress, applied makeup which she seldomly did, wore her best heels, and styled her hair until she looked the part of a queen.She sat in the living room and waited for Merlione to return. Once he walked through the front door, she stood and made to walk past him. He grabbed unto her arm."Where are you going dressed like this?"★Merlione's mouth dropped open at the sight of Bernadette. She looked... beautiful was an understatement. He wasn't sure he had ever seen her dress so much. He snapped back to his senses as she walked past, her rosy perfume tickling his nostrils. He grab
She always swallowed everything in and cried till her body was drained of fluid then she got up and pretended everything was fine.She looked up to Heaven and vowed. Even if it was the last thing she did, she'll fight for her and King's freedom.Making that decision, she got off the floor with a smile. The Fritzgeralds family had it coming.*"I told you; I told you! I warned you not to add that in the agreement yet you did. Look at the outcome now!" Merlione hollered, in front of his aunt and uncle."Stop being such a kid," Josephine snapped, "do you really think she'll never divorce you? Don't believe her religious crap.""Well, yes, I believe her. That's why they fought so hard so we'll never get married.""But you're married now," His uncle, Steve, reminded him.He fought the smile that forced its way up his face. He sighed, taking a seat on a side stool."I hate that I had to use such methods to get her. It's annoying seeing the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me which i