Elena felt smaller hurdled beside Barah in the car. He eased the car to a quiet stop beside a black Jeep, a very high car which only reminded Elena of a firetruck smashing into...
"We're here," Barah said, jolting her. Elena hugged herself; a cold had gripped her. Her fingers trembled, her feet were chilly. Her neck was stiff and her teeth clattered against each other. She sensed Barah's eyes on her."You're going to come out now?" he asked.She shrugged and reached for the door. Her hand was useless against the button, so Barah leaned over to help her open it."Remember you're yet to confirm the news," he said as a form of consolation. But the timbre in his voice, the glint in his eyes and the slowness of his gestures: all pointed to one direction — the truth of Ethan's news. It was becoming clearer that Ethan would not have made the phone call for nothing. He wasn't an adrenaline- driven teenager to execute such a low minded trick.EThis night, it was particularly darker than she remembered. The street lamps were luminous, but they did nothing to brighten what she saw of the night.Ethan was a slow, careful driver, unlike Liam, or so he made her believe. They had been on the road for close to twenty minutes, and she was getting worried if he really knew where the hospital was. Was he trying to buy time, she couldn't help but wonder. A gentle country music was playing out of the stereo, and Ethan's eyes, when he was not glancing over at her, seemed distant. As though he was daydreaming about something. Their conversation had been clipped, with nothing tangible communicated."Are you still thinking about it?" Ethan asked now, splitting through her thoughts.She glanced at him, and shrugged her shoulders, as though saying there was nothing else to do. "I just hope he's fine.""They say it's bad," he said. "Who said?" He hesitated, his brow
Liam's forehead was bandaged up with a wide blood-stained cloth which needed changing. His lower lip was split almost in halves. His nose was wrapped up. His fingers, too. A transparent oxygen mask was held over his nose. Two monitors beeped beside his bed, and Elena didn't know what the screens read.She tried to take further steps towards Liam, but she couldn't. It seemed like he was surrounded by an aura of unapproachable essence. She did not feel worthy to go close to him.He was in a delicate state, a precarious condition, where the smallest violent jolting would shatter everything, according to the doctor. She didn't want to be the cause of this.Her gaze lingered on his face. Liam, Elena seemed to realize, was a jaw-dropping handsome person. His face was smooth and devoid of any wrinkles or blemish. His stubble was neatly carved, like a piece of artwork. But his eyes were closed. Elena then peered at his chest, and let out a big
Approaching them down the hallway was a plump man, followed by two bodyguards on grey suits.Mr. Paul. Aunt Rebecca's husband.He was looking rounder than Elena last remembered. She tried not to stare at him, while wondering what could have brought him here. The last time she checked, he didn't give a dime about Liam. So, why was he here?Chris and the other guard bowed slightly. The doctor stood aside. With the rumbling in her head, Elena forgot she had to greet. It was only after a stern glance from him that she blurted out: "Good evening, sir."He glanced at his watch. "It's a minute past midnight," he said, as though it was Elena's fault. "Where were you last evening, Elena?"Not this again, she thought. "I went to get some things done," she said in a quiet voice. The presence of this huge man, who Liam had insulted because of her, made her breathless."Do you know you almost had your husband killed because of your carelessness and wayward life?" he shouted.This time, the doctor
Elena let her head rest on the wall behind her. The activities of the nurses buzzed around her. Once in a while, a stretcher would be rolled past Elena, flanked by crying family members, and desperate nurses.There was the anguished scream from the patients. A certain woman was fervently calling for death to take her away from this world of agony. Her nurse had long given up on her, and her family members weren't coming anymore, she said.A man coughed so hard Elena thought he was going to cough his intestines through his mouth.Death hovered everywhere around her. She smelt it, saw it, and heard it. And here, in the same ward, was her husband. Lying in a semi comatose with a bloody bandage around his head. How worse could life get?She thought about when she met Liam. When her father had forced her on him, and made her try to steal a document. Then he had presented her as repayment. And there followed the days when she had a fervent fear and hatred for Liam. When he overworked her s
The hall was cold, even though the fireplace was loaded with wood and burned relentlessly."Hey," he called out to a maidservant, who ran to him. "Get me a fur sweater.""Right away, sir," she said and sprinted off. He loved servants who carried their duty with a run. Not those who would saunter as though it was they who paid the house.He looked across the table and saw her seated already. Her husband wasn't in the seat yet. "Hey, Ethan," she called. "Come, my baby.""I'm not your baby," he wanted to say to his mother, but it would change nothing. So had things been. And he had no power whatsoever to change it. "Hi, mom," he said."Your face looks like shit, why?" She spread her arms for a hug. She had a celebratory mood about her. "Nothing," he mumbled, taking the hug, and pulled away. "Have a seat beside me." She was beaming. "What do you want to have for dinner?""It's too late for dinner, I've had some snacks.""Nonsense!" she cried. "You must have a befitting dinner.""I tho
The men looked scary. Most of them had beards as long as the horsetail maidservants used to dust furniture. Their lips disappeared beneath these beards as they spoke. Even though Ethan was just thirteen, he wondered why Americans would keep such hideous beards; it was for the Arabs!It was a business meeting, he was told by his mother. She had sounded so urgent in his room."Listen very carefully, baby," she said with zero hint of tenderness. "This is your first ever sitting with the board members. I don't know why your father's doing this. But it's no problem. I just want you to outsmart your brother, Liam. Mm? If they pose any questions, rack your brain and answer it, quick!"Her eyes were fiery, and Ethan knew she wasn't here for jokes. She had chosen for him a white tuxedo, and a gold wristwatch. His hair was permed, and the scent of his perfume could be perceived from miles away. There was no way anything could go wrong with his looks, for he was a charmer. The only problem was h
James wasn't joking when he said St Clare's was the best place to be for Liam. First, James' friend, Dr Joe, gave them a warm welcome, and insisted that Elena take some relaxing smoothies, while the nurses saw Liam, alone.It was a grand hospital. Their walls glowed, and the staff smiled at her each time they passed by. "Told you," James beamed at Elena. They were seated in a certain hall, rooms away from the bustle going on around Liam and the team of doctors. The rest of the men had run off to effect some "logistics" about Liam, as they said."You sure did," Elena answered, sipping from a glass of cold smoothie. Her appetite was dwindling."Here," James continued. "You don't need to hang around him any longer. He's in safe hands. You can go home while the results are being processed.""Nah," she said, attempting humor, "I will hang around.""You look drained, c'mon." His eyes were concerned. "Have you had anything to eat?"She turned her head away, a tired smile playing out on her
"Six months? There's no way my son is staying in a coma for that long!"This was Ethan's father's voice echoing across the hall. They were seated in the living room over mugs of coffee, father, mother and son. It was roughly 8 AM."That's what the doctor said," Ethan said. "That's what Elena said.""What the hell are you saying?" his mother cut in. "Are you listening to Elena or the doctor? Where did you get the information?""Elena told me." Ethan didn't understand why they had suddenly become aggressively concerned about Liam. Was something happening that he didn't know?"Elena told you, and you believed? Did you confirm yourself?" His father's eyes burned like fire. Ethan felt jittery."She would not lie to me about such things. She's sensible. More than we think.""Bullshit," said his mother, aside."Where's she?" his father asked. "Get a servant to fetch her.""I'll just go myself," Ethan said.He had already taken three steps forward when his mother called him back. "You are no
Liam listened to Ethan's lawyer speak. There was a dying flicker of hope in his voice. He had long lost the battle, and the jurors weren't listening to him anymore. But he tried his last weapon: appeal for leniency.And for the record, not long ago, Ethan had been sentenced to twenty-five years in prison, and a wave of terror and silence had coursed through the hundreds of people gathered there.In the offender's box Ethan stood, a shadow of his former self. It was a week since his arrest. And even though his mother, through his plea and Liam's mercy, had been set free on bail, Ethan couldn't get his doom over his head. Liam watched him closely, at his overgrown beards, his unkempt hair, the blood in his eyes. "Your honor," the counsel said, "I understand the seriousness of my client's crime, and I do not condone it. However, I would like to ask for leniency in sentencing. My client has no previous criminal record, and I believe that a sentence of 25 years is excessive. A reduced sen
After the incident with Plum, she became a ghost in the mansion. Elena looked everywhere for her, casually sent other maids to find her, but Plum was always where they had not been.When a maid said she heard her crying in a restroom situated in the basement, Elena ran to the basement. When she got there, the crying had stopped. There was a deep silence. "Break the door open!" Elena shouted with a sense of dread and urgency.The maid went for it, but the door wasn't locked. She opened it and Plum was not there anymore. But Elena had the gut feeling that she was still around there, somewhere."Look, Plum, I know you can hear me," Elena called out, "Whatever game you think you are playing, whatever stunt you want to pull by this shit, would not work. Not in my house. Okay?"She was met with even deeper silence. Her anger built up. "If you want to go crazy, my dear, you can send in your resignation letter, and I'll see you off to the gates myself! Then you can wield your insanity to its
"I don't know how to describe how happy I am," Liam said, "hearing you're pregnant."Elena frowned, as she remembered something. "No, boo, you certainly knew what you were doing. Why didn't you let us have sex all this while?"She saw Liam frown. "Oh, really? I didn't really think about it that way. I was only having fun." He turned to her. "You wanted a baby, too?""I guess as at then," she said, "I didn't. It's all changed now. Then, I only wanted to enjoy this" — she reached out to touch and caress his flaccid dick lying on his belly — "to the fullest. Wanted to suck out every juice you could ever produce.""Eww, I don't produce juice," Liam laughed. "You do.""Let's see who gives the juice first!"she declared, sitting up. Liam was grinning too, perhaps wondering how he got so lucky with a wife who was both an introvert and a sexual creative."What are you trying to do?" he asked, feigning suspicion."How would you like your blowjob? Fast and aggressive, or slow and deep.""This lo
When Liam told Elena to go upstairs, so he would handle his family, she was filled with dread. Not by what the family would to to her as revenge, but for what Liam would do to them. There was so much anger and bitterness in his voice. His eyes were dark and revengeful.And when she passed through their midst, her heart beat with doubled pace. In her room, she couldn't sit quietly. She peeked from the window, saw her husband raving, commanding so much power that even the birds in the sky didn't as much as flicker their wings.She didn't hear some of what was what said, but she picked out the key phrases. And she couldn't help but marvel at the extent her husband was ready to go in his revenge.Not once did she try to interfere, by either calling him on phone to interrupt him, or call his name from the balcony. But she held her reins. Their altercation skyrocketed to a climax, when the gates opened and police sirens filled the air. The police cars rolled into the compound, and everyone
"Liam, you cannot do this to your brother!" Ethan's mother shouted the moment Liam stepped out of the car. "You cannot claim to love him and do this wicked thing to him.""Is he even listening to you?" Mr Paul asked. "He doesn't even remember who you are, talk more of Ethan."Liam allowed his eyes skim through the men and women gathered in front of his mansion. It was just as Chris told. They weren't even sitting. Only his father, whose health was seriously on the decline, was on a chair just behind them, smoking a pipe.Mr Paul spoke again about Liam. "See how he mopes listlessly? I tell you, what he should work on firstly is recovering —""Every dime you all have looted from my company while I was away," Liam cut in, blending in so well that the effect of his statement was an astounded silence.They didn't respond for a while. Maybe they thought not responding would help prove how much of a clueless man Liam was. But Liam had this all prepared. "Hey, El," Liam said to his wife besi
Elena saw the flash from behind Luke. It happened so fast. First, a clean hole on the roof appeared, accentuated by a flash of light. Something metallic hit a pan, bounced off and went through Luke's stomach. Elena heard the bullet — or whatever it was — wheeze past her ear. Her hairs stood on edge.Before her, Luke still stood with his penis in his hand, but a new hole on his chest. He didn't fall immediately, but when there were movements from the roof, he did fall.Elena saw them descend like black angels from the rooftop, or anywhere they might have come from. They were clothed in black, regaled in darkness. Their eyes were flashes of stealth, precision and ruthlessness. In their hands were stout guns, poised to end in a instant the life of anyone who tried to play smart. The red dots of their targets were everywhere on Ethan and his men's clothes. Ethan had more dots."Freeze," a voice said again. "We shall not hesitate to kill whoever moves a muscle."Ethan yelped and tried to
"You see what's inside?" Ethan asked."Ethan, what is the meaning of this?" Liam asked through the phone."I asked, what is inside!""An agreement for transfer of ownership, Liam whispered."That's right. I want you to sign the paper and place it back into the case. I'll get the notification here if that has been done."There was a prolonged silence from Liam's side. Ethan idly shook his feet which were propped on a table. Then he looked to his right to see Elena, tied to a chair. She had long stopped crying now, and all that left her throat was a hollow moan.Ethan motioned to Luke and the four other men who were with him in that underground. "Take the gag off her mouth," he ordered.Liam heard this, and reacted immediately. "You gagged my wife?!" he shouted. "Ethan, you had the temerity to put a gag on Elena's mouth?"Ethan chuckled. "Oh. Look who's hurt and shaky. But that's not even all." He glanced over to see Elena immediately double up to throw up. Ethan smiled and turned back
Liam sat there, gasping, and moving his head back and forth. A lot was going on in his brain, in his mind and heart. He could feel each throb, bringing back with it a cascade of memories."Where's Elena?" he asked himself, remembering he had a wife, who he had been treating like trash. She was right, after all! Liam's hands began to shake against the wheel. The world seemed to slow down around him."Where are Charlie, Olive and James?"The name Charlie stuck to his mind. Charlie. The last image he remembered of him was when he was down on the alley, being pumped by bullets, shaking.He had done that to save him.Liam swallowed and glanced away. The tears that streamed from his eyes had become heavy. Flowing from the depth of his soul. His nose ran freely.Charlie had given himself for him.Liam's thoughts were violently interrupted by a blast on his windshield. He turned to see his chasers lined up shoulder to shoulder, their guns raised to their eyes. They began to fire bullets on L
Liam stared at the man standing before him, anger and frustration in Liam's face. Something was seeping into his brain. He was trying hard to remember who the man was. And he was so close to it!"Here are pictures of us," Charlie said, showing him a screen full of pictures. Liam recognized himself in the pictures. But the man next to him... Good heavens.They were standing under the shade of a random tree in the streets. Liam had no idea how Charlie had found him there. Liam was about concluding his arrangements for the soldiers to go arrest Ethan. "I'm trying," Liam finally admitted. "I do recognize myself, but it is like looking into a photoshopped picture. I can't explain how this is happening."Charlie's face was kind. "I understand. The doctor gave us a forewarning, so I really understand. You're already doing great. I just want to be by your side.""Why?" Liam asked."Because the men who had tried to killer you are back again."Liam's eyebrows crinkled. "What sre you talking ab