My figure wandered around the living room, not even far gone into the job, and I seemed a total mess.
For hours, I had gone through the same rigorous round of activities, dusting, scrubbing, brushing, it was only fair at this point, that I put my aching body to a rest.Form pushing towards the plush settee, I sank into the seat without warning, a quick sigh pouring out my lips.Okay, maybe I had raised my expectations so much. I must admit, I never thought making money would be this exhausting. And the worse feeling about it, is working for that money, not for one's personal gains, but to have an outstanding issue settled.It was tiring, believe me.Something glistened on the wall, snatching my attention for a moment.It was a glass frame, securing a painting, one which had managed to grab my attention.My gaze lingered on such magnificence of a piece eyes staring in awe at this item which looked like something one would find at an art museum.Feet had soon pushed forward, drawing closer, after having decided eyes alone couldn't do enough admiring.My fingers had reached forward, trailing around its edges, gaze peering closer, wanting to uncover more of the painting, when suddenly a voice from behind got me jolting at once.Turning around, only to find Deanna staring at me, a weak smile held on her face."It's beautiful isn't it?""Everything here is" She added in a low voice."I was only-""Admiring it? It's fine. I won't tell""I'm Denna by the way""Nia" My voice was low, hands reaching out to receive her outstretched arms, trying to be formal enough, even though Tara had done the introductions earlier on."You should hurry up before Ms. Tara finds out you're not done with the chores. Trust me, you wouldn't wanna get on her bad side" The girl gave a warning to me in a very low voice.So Low, the words could barely be made out.There was something which rested in her gaze while she spoke to me, something I couldn't quite place.We were soon interrupted by the sound of a car driving in, causing Denna hurrying over to the window, peering out."The kids are back!." She blurted, voice filled with panic."Kids? They have kids?" I asked immediately, while my eyes followed the figure of Denna who had shot off already, busy putting everything back in place."Of course!" She gave a cry, arms flinging in the air, her gesture a bid of placing much emphasis on her utterance."Who do you think lives in this enormity of a house? There are eight kids altogether" She called in a 'duh' tone."Eight?!" Followed my voice.Three young boys stormed in at that moment, voices echoing past the parlour walls. Chatters mixed with laughter.One of them had dropped his backpack onto the couch, slumping, while the other two went running up the stairs, mindless of my figure stood at a corner of the living room."I'm tired and hungry" The utterance followed, with the kid soon getting to his feet, having a glance at Denna."Is there something I can eat? Anything""There's food in the kitchen, Dylan. Miss Tara made your favourite" Responded the girl, with a smile gracing her lips.One would think she was trying to please the kid who, if I'm not mistaken, seemed to be around the age of Ten."Thank God!""It's like that lady reads my mind all the time" He let out.Gaze lingered on him, watching as he went grabbing onto his backpack, and was just about leaving, when he took an abrupt stop, turning around slowly, finally resting his eyes on me.His eyes bored into me, gaze searching through my profile."You're new" He stated, with brows furrowed.He had soon spine around, proceeding away, leaving Denna and I, once again unaccompanied."Those are the triplets. They're eleven" Denna let out as soon as the figure of the kid was away."Triplets?""You seem surprised. Wait till you hear about the twins. Those ones are Fifteen""You know, they're all lucky" She began.All her words poured into my ears, for a moment having me in a state of haze."Having parents who get them whatever they want, whenever" She followed, hands grabbing onto the cleaning brush.She had pushed forward, the same time a figure walked through the door, that form, sauntering into the living room.It was a girl.Lost in the conversation she was having on the phone, the cell remained pressed to her ears, with soft giggles escaping her lips.She had tossed her bag onto the couch, seeming the take no notice of Denna or I, perhaps she only chose to ignore two random forms staring on at her.Up the stairs, she went, attention still directed at the cell."Are you done cleaning?" Denna called from behind, at once snapping my attention to her figure."Almost" I followed immediately, soon turning around to resume my chores.The wonders of this house so wouldn't be the death of you, Nia. That I stood by."That's good" Dennis let out"I'll be in the—Her words got lost as a high-pitched shriek burst into the area, accompanied with the clicking of heels, and then came the girl who had walked in minutes ago, soon hurrying down the stairs, eyes clouded with sheer terror."Where are the stupid keys?!"Her voice blasted into the room, with hands rummaging through her bag, she would curse every now and then, yelling to no one in particular."Have you seen my car keys?" She had spun around in a second, gaze directed at the form of Denna."You can't find your keys?" Followed the response which brought a scowl upon the face of the girl, who seemingly up for a"I'm pretty sure I spoke without water in my mouth, Denna" Those words were spat out cold, gaze shooting fires.She had soon turned over to her bag, continuing the search, when a light scoff left her lips, hand soon snatching out an item, from within the bag."Here it is" She uttered with the frown on her lips, having disappeared."If mom and dad are to ask where I am? Tell them I'm at Tiana's" She spun to Denna."Of course" I watched her stroll out the area, form taking the exit out the house."That's Ashley" Denna began."Sixteen""Has everything one could ask for; a nice home, loving parents, You know she—Her words fell faint in my ears, all of her utterances a switch to the pains, that minutes ago, I had tossed aside.Perhaps the silence, had at once snatched her focus, as she spun to me, gaze intent on my figure."Are you okay?""I'm fine""Excuse me" I let out, making my way out the space.The broom held in my hands had dropped to the floor the moment I was outside, and the tears I struggled to keep hidden, soon came pouring out.Mother was all that came to mind.Mother, and hopes of a miracle.The sound of different voices coming from the other side of the house, caused me snatching the broom off the ground, hands reaching to wipe my tears-stained cheeks. Three figures came into view, those forms walking towards my direction, yammering and arguing about something so serious, they barely had taken notice of the girl stood before them onlooking with so much as a curious gaze.My attention was centered on two of the profiles in particular—bearing such striking resemblance, you were left wondering if some trick was being played on you. Those features they carried, similar hair colour, the same button-sized nose, and only then did it hit me that these were the twins Denna spoke of. That other figure seemed not to spare any attention to whatever it was they went on about. To be honest, he seemed bored out of his mind. "Oh, C'mon dude!" One of them drawled."For fuck sakes, I'm going nowhere!" Followed the response. Their british accents were evident. It was then I realised t
The first stop I made after leaving the Williams mansion, was the hospital. Not even daring to go home. People were seen scrambling about, while the hospital remained in a state of chaos. I could see a crowd hovering over a figure that was laid on a stretcher, while some nurses dragged the person in, screaming for the way to be cleared. That blaring of siren which gets me worked up every now and then, that particular sound which turns my hands clammy, blasted all around the vicinity, adding up to the discomfort of noise. Growing up, I was taught the siren meant danger, rather than rescue. For it was only heard whenever there was trouble. Be it the police siren, ambulance, fire brigade service, whatever it was, you would only hear that sound when a life was at stake, hence I never grew fond of it. It still gave me the chills, even till now. Hurrying my way past the number of figures, I moved over to the room where my mom was kept. Her figure was laid on the bed, wires of all sor
A tap on my shoulders, had at once jolted me off the comfort of sleep.Vision blur, I remained staring at the figure in front of me. Eyes slowly registering the person, and soon realizing it was a nurse. I looked around the room, examining every corner and every object present, and only then did it come to my knowledge that I was still at the hospital. Letting out a yawn, my gaze shifted over to mom who was still laid in the hospital bed, sleeping more peaceful than I'd ever seen her these past days. "Did you sleep here?" I heard the nurse utter to me. "Yeah.......Got so exhausted. What's the time?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "8 a.m" She replied. At the mention of this, reality knocked the senses back into me "It's a new day already?" "Christ! I'm late for work" I exclaimed. "Kindly tell mom I left" I called while running out of the room, pushing past every figure I came across in the hall. Hurrying out of the hospital, I made my way down to the path which le
I rushed into the hospital with the money held close to my chest, hurrying into the room where my mom was. Three doctors were present in there talking to her.Perhaps discussing the bad sides that would occur, if she wasn't treated at once. Oh, how much they loved divulging not so good news. Every one of them. Can't wait to see the shock on their faces when I present the whole lot of the money to them. "I have the money, doctor." I said amidst panting, my loud voice did so much in getting each of their attention as they placed all focus on me. "You have to start immediately." I added. No utterance came from any of the men, they all just remained staring at me, watching as I waved the stack of currency before their eyes. "How much do you have there ?" One of them asked "I don't know" "I don't care"My breathing was heavy, beads of sweat all over my face, while I moved over to the wall, trying to steady myself and taking in deep breaths. They all stared at me like I was crazy.
I walked into the Williams mansion, a sad expression plastered on my face. Denna as usual was in the living room cleaning and dusting away all dirt while I walked in. "You're gonna get in trouble one day for turning up late" She smiled at me, waving her duster at my figure in the process. I struggled to flash a smile back, Proceeding quietly into the kitchen.Luckily for me, I found it to be empty.Now where could everyone be? Deciding it was time to commence the day's duties, I grabbed an apron, packed my hair in a bun, and went for the cleaning instruments which were at a corner screaming for my name. The sudden storming in of a figure caused my whole figure jolting, gaze shifting to the doorway where a form came pushing in. Somewhat familiar, It didn't take long for me recognising him—the same boy from yesterday, advancing towards me, his eyes never for once evaded my profile. His hair remained ruffled, jaw clutching tight, gaze held strongly on my form. Anger sure filled hi
The sky had turned an orange shade, with the midday sun slowly retreating into a cloud, signaling the end of work for me. Not that I was done with my chores or anything, but the day having come to an end got me feeling so excited. Truly, the day had been tiring--Dusting, vacuuming, washing and the list went on and on. Mary and Tara were in the kitchen preparing a meal for the family.The usual, While the Williams' all came out of their respective rooms, making their way to the dining room, prepared to have dinner as a family. I must say, it was quite admirable for every one of them obeying and turning up to the dining hall to have dinner with the rest of the family. I heard Ms Tara yelling out for Denna and I, while she in turn had the dishes laid on a tray. The first figure I came across the moment I stepped into the dining area, was Mrs Williams, sat by her husband while Tyler and Logan joined them afterwards, then followed Dylan, Derrick and David. "Where's Ashley and Camer
Third person POV... The man and lady of the house were dressed up ready to leave for their meeting. Both in the living room, patiently awaiting the arrival of their kids, just so they could mete out whatever instructions they had for them. Ashley soon came hurrying down the stairs, giving a squeal while twirling in front of their figures. "How do I look?" She questioned. Her eyes broadened immediately, ears perked, awaiting the response she yearned to hear roll out her father's lips. Worn on her body was a mid-length tight fitting dress, paired up with thigh high boots."Beautiful.....Very beautiful" Mr Williams cleared his throat, eyes accessing the outfit on his 'innocent' girl."But sweetheart, it's just a party. It's not prom" He stated. His utterance earned him an eye-roll from the girl, who in fact had took her time going through the depths of her closet just to pick out something to her taste. No rebuttal from any one would cause her turning around to get changed into som
Dawn came quick. It didn't take hours into the morning for me to hear a car pull up in the driveway, announcing the arrival of Mr and Mrs Williams.They sure had returned earlier than I expected. Without wasting much time, I hurried into one of the bathrooms, running myself a bath. I proceeded downstairs afterwards, and found Mrs Williams sat on the couch going through random stuff."Good morning ma'am" I greeted warmly. Her gaze was still away from me, while she searched through the stack of things in front of her. "Is it okay for me to go see my mom?" I questioned. "Of course." She responded, voice sounding distressed.She turned around to me, a blank expression on her face. The lady looked a bit disturbed which only got me wondering whatever was wrong. Could the affairs of business be taking its toll on her. It was just as expected from people so influential as the 'Williams' "Thank you for staying with the kids." she added in a soft voice. She soon left the living room, g
"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,