Few days back. Nia's POV...My legs burned with pain as I took a seat on the park bench watching the happy families which had gathered on this cold evening. I was currently at a park not too far from school, trying to ease myself and at least have a good breath of air, after days of just going to class, and back to the dorms. The same old boring routine. It wasn't fully dark yet, hence quite a number of people lingered around, some with their partners, others alone. A shadow suddenly passed by me, grabbing my attention at that moment, as I recognized who it was instantly. I stood to my feet, watching the direction which she took. Quietly, I followed behind. Going through bushes, moving to wherever she was going to. She finally came to a stop at a quiet corner which seemed to be deserted, grabbing a phone from her pockets and making a call. Why on earth would she be here? I thought to myself. Coming all the way here from the mansion could take hours. So what on earth could hav
Third person POV...Cameron had received a phone call from Ashley revealing everything to him and how for days now, Nia had been missing.He knew immediately who was responsible, but Kidnapping Nia wasn't what she told him. Grabbing a few of his things, and leaving USC to meet Ashley who was still over at Nia's college.Random thoughts filled his head on his way there. Those texts he had been receiving had a connection with all of this. Weeks passed, months came and he had been forced to do it. For her well being. Upon arrival at the College, he was told by Ashley that she had phoned the police, and they were now looking into it."Why the fuck would you do that?" He demanded in a raised voice. "So they could find Nia" Ashley responded in a 'duh' tone. "Crap!" Cameron uttered. "They specifically ordered me not to tell anyone, you included if you haven't figured out" His voice boomed. During all of the arguments, a phone began ringing, getting the room to a sudden silence. Camero
Third person POV..."Nia!" Cameron called, as the elevator of the abandoned 'crescent' building stopped on the last floor, allowing him move to the exit which led to the rooftop. Arabella and Ashley were right behind him, following his lead. His heart stopped for just a fleeting second, seeing the girl his heart raced for, laid down, arms tied with her eyes blindfolded. She appeared in a terrible state, her hair messed up in different directions, and no shoes to bear on her feet. Hurrying over to her, he tore the blindfold off her eyes while Ashley untied her hands, patting and consoling her with sweet words. "Nia" Cameron breathed, while she crashed into his arms, sobbing till she had exhausted herself and could, no more. "I'm sorry" Cameron whispered softly, holding her warmly in his arms. "I truly am" He uttered once more. He comforted her in his hold, his heart burning with pain, right before she passed out.*** The whispering of people around me, and the beeping of a he
The sound of my doorbell ringing, dragged me out of bed, hurrying down to check who it was. I was back from school for just a short while, and had since been enjoying being back home. Returning to mom's mouth-pleasing breakfast, made me feel the warmth of motherly love, once again. She cared for me even though I assured her I was no longer a kid. Ever since what happened, she kept a close eye on me, making sure I didn't get into any more trouble, and ensured I was safe.Yawning loudly while letting the door open, I gazed into the eyes of the human stood feet away. Seeing his face on a bright morning like this, felt like a gift from heaven to me.He took in a breath, gazing at me, while I just stared back, admiring how much better he looked, compared to the last time I saw him. That time when he had pain written all over his face. "Can we talk" He uttered. I remained silent, trying not to seem so welcoming to him, and finally after quite a while, making way for him to step in. S
Here I was, stood in the large Living room of the Williams', Cameron's arms around my waist while we stared at the new Mr and Mrs Williams, Jordan and Cara. A year had passed since all happened, and Cameron was almost out of college, making me so proud of him. Ashley flashed a smile my way, as she stood next to Mason, arms together while staring on at Jordan and Cara as they made an announcement."I first must thank you all, for always taking your time to gather around whenever I call for a meeting" Jordan began. He hesitated for a while staring into Cara's eyes and then he resumed speaking. "It is with much pleasure that I announce to you guys that Cara and I are expecting a baby" He said. The room fell silent, everyone seeming to process the news, and then the silence was immediately broken. "Oh my God!" I heard Mrs Williams squeal, hurrying over to embrace Cara. "How long gone are you?" She questioned with much excitement feeling her voice. "Four weeks" Cara uttered with a
I followed Ashley into the French-owned boutique, while she squealed excitedly at the sight of Bridal dresses. Her jaw dropped seeing the gorgeous shoes that were portrayed in a glass and some purses that lined along with them. She had been the happiest human ever since the proposal and I was more than glad to see such happiness in her. Ever since that day, she couldn't stop rambling on about the kind of dress she would like to get. I had told her not to worry about anything since her and Mason hadn't even fixed a date yet, but she still found it pleasing to go window-shopping. At least for the time being. When a date has been fixed, then, she will get her coins ready and shut all bridal boutiques down. So she said."Isn't this beautiful?" She asked me, her eyes peering at a long pink dress which was hung up. "It totally is" I responded. "Only if it was in white" I heard her say. I let out a sigh as she led me to another corner of dresses, admiring every single one, while speak
"Logan gave me a call yesterday"Arabella said to me as she brought a box of pizza out, laying it on our fur carpet, and placing two bottles of wine alongside with it."What did he say?" I asked curiously. She sat right opposite me on the carpet, the pizza boxes and drinks in between while we began feeding our growling stomachs, discussing about things in the process."He wants us back together" Arabella uttered to me. "Well, what was your response?" "I told him I'm now in a relationship" She said. "I'm really in love with Asher. I'm just starting to realize that" She added. "So you no longer feel anything for Logan?" "Nia, it's hard to explain" She uttered to me. "Asher understands me a lot, unlike Logan"I took a slice of pizza, biting into it, while hearing her go on. "Logan gets restricted most times on certain things" "What do you mean?" I asked her. "I'm years older than he is, Nia. He doesn't act well around me, I feel he's intimidated" She uttered. "Unlike Asher who
I stared into the eyes of Cameron as we were sat at a restaurant not too far away from my school. He had taken his time to come all the way here, for reasons unknown to me. As seconds passed, I noticed he got uneasy, but I said nothing about it. My eyes moved around the serene environment, admiring the beauty that came with it and staring at couples as they moved in and out. "This place is amazing" I said to him. He nodded, and then took a bite of his food. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked with a smile on my face. "Is it wrong for me to take you out on a date?" He replied with a question. "Besides, it's been long since we've been together, spending time alone. I just wanted to treat you to something nice" He said to me. He stared into my eyes, as he spoke. "I also wanted to discuss a few things with you" I heard him say. "What?" I uttered immediately. "Please don't tell me I'm in trouble" He chuckled at me softly, gulping a large amount of his drink. "Well" He began.
"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,