I was more than eager to receive my pay check, and perhaps resume schooling according to mother. Mother plan she had, I only hoped it worked out. Hurrying into the mansion, I arrived at the doorstep, pushing the door open slowly. I found Kate, dusting the chinaware in the living room, eyes looking up at me the moment I walked in. She eyed my figure, lip's tightening as she resumed what she was doing. Since I got employed into the house, the maids had never taken a liking to me. The only ones who were ever nice to me were, Denna and miss Mary. When the maids were informed that miss Tara had been fired. Kate, immediately made her disapproval known to me. She accused me, saying, that I was the reason Mrs Williams fired miss Tara. "Ever since you came into this house, there's been drama. Drama and mishappenings. You should go back to where you crawled out from. Cause no one wants you here" I remembered her words.Mary at that time snapped at Kate, but she only hollered more. I
Not in a million years did I ever think nor imagine I would come across the gates of Greenville high, talk more of being held within its walls. It was a school holding lots of history, accomplishments and not to forget, the reputation. Here I was stood in its hallways, completely unsure of where to go, or who to turn to. The word "Newbie" made its mark right on my forehead. I held my school schedule in hands, my eyes searching around for homeroom. Moving to the locker which I was assigned to earlier by the administration, I tossed few of mybooks in there, then turned around, resuming my search. The sound of the bell got my feet hurrying, my figure dashing though the halls. Getting late to class wouldn't be a good impression on my first day, would it?Students pushed past me as they hurried to get to class, figures moving about. A student came crashing at me, getting me almost flat on my face, not until two arms grabbed me. Looking up at whoever was kind enough to save me from
I was downstairs scrubbing the floors, when I heard someone banging endlessly on the front door. Who on earth could that be? If the person went on like this, they just might bring the door down. Now who could I get to see to the door? Not to lie, I was terrified. Tyler and Logan were out with their friends, and Cameron, well let's just leave it at that. The rest of the maids were in the kitchen doing their chores, I couldn't disturb them. Moving quietly to the door, I turned the lock, pulling the door open. A sight was left for my eyes to behold. Stood right at the doorstep were two police officers, arms holding on to Ashley, while she squirmed under their grip. My eyes at once took to her wrists, realising she was handcuffed. "Good afternoon, young lady" One of the men uttered to me, eyes focused on my figure. "Good afternoon, sir" I responded, pushing myself outside so I could come face to him. "Do you know this girl?" he questioned. "Yes" "Good" he called."Who are yo
"Nia!" "Nia!""Nia!"The voice of Mrs Williams snapped me out of the position I was crouched in, as she called my name from the living room. At once, I dropped the duster held in my hands, hurrying out of the room where I was. Mrs Williams was elegantly dressed in a white sequined blouse and Black pants. Her hands brushed through her hair, while her eyes stared on at a small mirror held in her grip. She looked decent enough. Logan was sat on the couch, eyes focused on the T.V screen. Mr Williams soon walked into the room followed by Tyler, Ashley and Cameron. He turned his gaze to his wife, who was by the corner of the living room applying makeup. "Honey, you should have done this in the room" He uttered, having a glance at his wrist watch. "Can we leave now?" Mr Williams spoke in a low voice. "Just give me a moment" Followed the response of Mrs Williams. "Dad" Tyler called, turning to Mr Williams. "Should we go on with the invitations?" He questioned. "What invitations?"
Cameron's hands gripped tightly to the steering wheel, his knuckles already turning white from his firm hold on it.We had left the supermarket few minutes ago, and right now he was driving back to the mansion. "Are you gonna keep up with this?""you're acting like I'm not beside you" I blurtedHe didn't even turn my way, his gaze remained fixed on the road. "you told me to leave you alone" He responded, eyes still focused ahead."I said that, cause I felt you didn't care about me...... You only kissed me just to calm yourself" I spoke. "You're not wrong" he uttered in a monotone. The way the words rolled out of his mouth caused a burn in my heart. He spoke with no emotion whatsoever. It hurt me so much hearing him say those words. I wanted him to care about me. To love me. Oh, Lord.What really was wrong with me? Was I in love with him already? No way! I wouldn't fall in love with a guy who cared not about me, now. Would I?"Why do you keep acting this way?" My voice broke
I woke up to bright lights shining around me, the sound of a monitor beeping. My eyes fluttered open slowly, causing me to look around the room I was laid in. The entire walls were covered in white painting, even the curtains were of the same colour. Where was I? Sitting up slowly, the bed gave a creaking noise and only then did I notice the other presence in the room. He was sat on a chair, just by the door, arms rested on his knees while he held his head in his palms. Why are we both here? And then it all came flashing back to me. I jumped out of his car, while we were on our way back. I could have killed myself. That's for certain. That's one foolish thing to do. The car was at full speed, yet I jumped out. I suddenly felt a burning pain in my chest, which caused the monitor which was just by my bedside, to beep faster than usual. His head snapped up at once to my figure, eyes accessing me. At that minute, a nurse walked in. "What are you doing?" "You should be resti
The sound of a car horn blaring from beside me got my heart racing, wondering who had decided to follow me while I walked on the sidewalk. Since leaving the mansion, I had only crossed three streets. A few more to go, and I would be home. The car horn blared yet again jolting me at once. I hurried my footsteps, hoping it wasn't some bad guy trying to mess with me. The car remained right beside me, following my pace, trying to keep up. In a short while, the window of the car slid down, and next followed a voice. Quite familiar. "Hey, get in the car" Blue eyes gleamed back at me, gaze staring on. "you should be back at the mansion" I muttered."What are you doing here?" "Taking you home" He replied A weak smile grew on my lips as I watched him. "I don't think it's right for you walking home alone at this time of the night" He spoke "Plus, I don't think you're feeling too well" He added, his eyes watching me intently."I'm fine" "Oh, will you stop being stubborn, and let me t
Decorations of all sorts were dangling from the high ceilings of the Williams Mansion. The once warm, comforting abode, had in a second, been turned into an area of chaos-bound. The figure of Logan came into view, as I made my way into the living room. He was occupied having a phone conversation with someone, while Dylan and David were sat on the couch watching a T.V program. At my entrance, Logan snapped his head towards me, eyes taking in my figure. "Happy birthday" I uttered to him with a wide smile lingering on my lips. I noticed a smile crawl up his lips at once, while he whispered something which I couldn't quite make out. Turning around, I hurried into the kitchen. Denna was in there making a dough, helping Miss Mary bake. She smiled at me the moment I walked into the kitchen, eyes lighting up at once."Mary said we could lick the dough off the pan before she places it in the oven" she uttered with a grin."Hey! I didn't say that" Miss Mary exclaimed in response, eyes tu
"We can't let you through ma'am" My eyes were found gaping at the form away, holding onto such hostile air which exhumed from the fellow. "Sorry, what?""Mr. Holden has requested he best be left alone...He has informed us not to let anyone in" He clarified. "I work for him......at the company" My words barely had little effect on the man away, as that smug scowl still rested on his lips, with eyes holding a haze of trauma, and brute."We're gonna have to ask you to leave, young lady" He followed at once, motioning for me to step away. "It's important I see him, Sir" "You have to leave, Miss" "It's urgent" "I'd hate to repeat myself" "Come on!" My arms flung in the air, exasperation claiming the most of me."Ma'am, Please. You're creating a scene" My jaw had dropped without warning at his choice of words, eyes gaping on at him. "I'm creating a scene?" The scoff left my lips, gaze peering at that profile. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the name?" "Carl" He followed wit
And here we were, forms centered on the office floor, with burnt cig ashes littered over the marble tiles, while the sound of my laughs poured out into the room. "I'm telling you, Jane. I found myself mopping floors with my garments, all in sakes of bringing food to my mouth" Spoke Louis. "It was a hectic one, Jane" "Life never is easy" "Not in a million years would I believe you come from such home, so raggedy, even to an extent of being feasted by rats" I called in a low voice. "Oh, not just the rodents, Jane" He whispered. "Even the roaches and snakes took abode in our home, and only then did it hit me, that I wasn't living. Not until I got the comfort I sought, the peace......and the joy" He called in a low voice. "One never is serious, not until they get a push" He let out. "Mine came about, at the height of the poverty that feasted my heart. That, Janet Parker, was my turning point, and my snap to work" "What is yours?" Those eyes searched through mine, words hitting my
The reception received upon my entry into Cigg Holdings, was beyond exceptional, I tell you. Each one of the people bore smiles on their face, with eyes beaming on at me, their arms opened up to receive me, at this point, I was made to believe there was something else to the occasion. Could I have turned so important overnight. "Oh, please. Don't get the poor lady, startled" The calm voice of Mr Vettriano soon took the space, with his figure coming right into view. "We can save the cheers for when eventually she takes office" He chuckled, with hands reaching out to take mine. "I hope" He added in a low voice. "Miss Parker, I long awaited your visit" He stepped aside, motioning for me to step into the elevator before him. Those eyes watched me keenly. Holding onto to every slight movement I gave, with a look of glee I still couldn't decipher."I'm sorry, I couldn't meet up on time" My voice was low, eyes watching his fingers set the elevator to the last floor. "Nonsense, Jane"
"Why do you look ravishing today, Miss Parker?" My eyes had snapped to the form of Susy proceeding into the office, hands holding onto a paper bag."Why?" I followed with confused eyes peering on at her."You look beautiful, not to lie" That certainly must be a lie,m, cause I believe looked just the way I felt, and I can tell you I didn't feel so good.Saying I was tired, was merely an understatement. I was utterly drained, completely knackered as one would say. "I gotta tell you, Susy. When a lady hears how beautiful she is, she flushes not because she actually is beautiful, it's because it helps boost her confidence" "If I do look beautiful, then I must go on being stressed, cause I can't tell what's changed with me. But stil, thank you for that" I saw a smile creep up her lips, eyes beaming on at me."No, thank you. Miss Parker" She fell silent, eyes only watching me carefully, and next came the same Susy I was familiar with. "Miss Parker" Her voice was soft, gaze never lea
"Become a manager at Cigg. Holdings"Those words still rolled around my head, despite it being days since Louis had stepped here. Me? A manager to one of the top companies in the state, if not the best. What exactly did I know about managing such huge business?But I tell you, Louis was one to think otherwise. In fact, he deemed me the best match to head such organization. Now, why would that be? I still couldn't figure out, all i found myself re-living, were his utterances. This was massive. It spelt a new path in my life. Me heading such organization as Louis' was bound to change all about me. And I mean that in every good way. My life was to change for good. But why me? What exactly did he mean by his interest piqued in getting familiar with my character? What character exactly? If anything I was an utter mess. A sore one. Why then did Louis Vettriano choose to come to me with such offer that just was irresistible. "Jane"I was snapped at the sound of that voice, eyes comi
"My life's only a rollercoaster, Tara" My figure had crashed right onto the couch, taking the space next to her form. "A rough ride it is" I could feel her eyes scanning my profile, no words coming from the girl away. At once I had snatched the heels off my feet, sinking my legs onto the plush carpet, and I tell you, the feel that rushed through was just every comfort I sought. "Can you believe Louis Vettriano stopped by the office today. The life had soon rushed back to me, with every delight filling my gaze, while those words stumbled out my lips. "He was there to offer me a job, Tara. A job!?" "He offered to make me his manager"The eyes of Tara only watched me while I went on. She had barely made an utterance, that gaze only remained intent on my form. "I'm entirely lost, Tara" My voice was low, eyes faltering. "Whatever do you think I should do?" "Okay, that's enough, Jane!" Followed the voice of Tara, figure tearing off the couch at once. "You put up with this every now
"There are a lot of things left for one to behold in this world, Miss Parker" My gaze shifted to the form of Louis, ears perked, at each word that came tumbling out his lips. I dare not be distracted. He had so managed to earn my undivided attention effortlessly, with eyes watching him, watching every slight movement he gave."You, Miss Parker, are an exceptional lady, I must say"He waved at the lady behind the counter, calling for her to return with the cups of coffee he had ordered minutes ago. I gaped on like I was caught in some sort of trance. Perhaps, I was. For it be the fact that this man wasn't on my TV screen, or the page of some magazine held between my fingers. No, no, no. Louis Vettriano was sat right before me. Far away from Holden Inc. we were. For some reason, he had decided to take me to the café right down the street, prepared to make his business known. I soon caught sight of the lady approaching, hands bearing a tray holding the cups of coffee, Mr Vettriano
"Miss Parker?" "Miss Parker!" I jolted at the voice which deemed it fit to ruin the peace that had taken a hold of me.Oh, the calm I had found myself in, now altered by whoever that form was that had now waddled into the area. It was merely five minutes gone that I was found basking in every serenity that came with the office space, mind lost in thoughts, having its own wandering, when that voice came stumbling in, altering a moment that I felt was just irredeemable. "Miss Parker!" "What is it, Susy!?"Believe me I tried my best to remain calm, I pinched myself to, but the incessant call of my name, by a girl whom I had been direct in sending downstairs, to fetch nothing in particular, just to evade her babbles, for as peaceful as five minutes could be, soon got me snapping to her, eyes taking in her form. She paused at my outpour, eyes shifting through the room for a minute, and at once her eyes lit up, figure pulling closer to mine. "There are some people downstairs, request
I let the form of Tara crash into my hands, a low grunt pouring out her lips upon the impact of our figures.She had bruises all over. With eyes still holding onto the fear that had caught her half an hour ago, there still remained patches of blood on her lips. "I'm sorry" My voice wavered, eyes pulling her even tighter to myself. "I'm sorry, Tara" She barely made an utterance, instead, her grip on me only tightened, body relaxing in mine. "Janet Parker?" Came the voice that managed to pull our figures apart. "I'll need you for questioning" I stared at the middle-aged man before me, eyes holding onto the same joy it held, while he burst into our house, tackling George to the ground. He had smacked him repeatedly, holding a gun to his face, and in all of his glory, he tore a cuff out, placing it on the wrists of the man who would have been my murderer, if they hadn't arrived just in time. "I'm Officer Thawne" "Your friend will be attended to by the paramedics. In the meantime,