Ashton deposits the money taken from Richard's house in a new bank account and locks it, making sure no one except himself and Ivy will have access to it, whatever they want to use it for, still unknown to them both.While at work, he receives a call from his mum, asking him about his welfare and about Ivy, how they are doing and all that. He smiles as he responds to her, his heart warmed.At least even if he didn't have his mother for most of his life, he has a woman he can call one."I just wanted to check up on you both but I'm sure she will be at work now as well. I'll give her a call as well.""Alright Mum. Take care of yourself.""Before I leave, have you seen or heard from Richard lately?" She asks, her voice taking on a small tone.Ashton sighs... "Yes, I saw him yesterday. I went..." He pauses as he hears a voice climb into the receiver."Ma'am, Mr Richard is here and he is asking to see you.""Send him off." Judith responds, putting the phone away from her ears and covers th
About two hours later, Judith sees him off to his car and waves as he drives away.She trudges back into the house, her heart very very heavy. She knows her son very well and she's quite aware that he could have done something really bad to get that amount to money and not to tell his wife, Ivy about it but is taking every single dollar away from him not too harsh?She contemplates on calling Ivy and then thinks maybe Ashton is the best idea but she sighs and just drops her phone by her side, exhausted and worried sick about what her children are coming to become.The only one that seems to not lack the problems at the moment is Raine and Judith knows that Raine's own can start any moment so she's not as free as she would like to think.There's the sound of the door opening and Judith stands up, knowing it's her husband."Welcome darling. Would like to wash up first or eat?" She asks, her usual energy depleted."Are you okay? You seem stressed..."Judith sighs and hugs her husband. "W
Both men in the room look at the polygraph and then looks at one another. The detective adjusts his clothes and sit back down, looking at the woman who's eyes is now filled with tears and running down her face. "So you don't remember what happened?""Not at all." She replies tearily. "When I woke up, I met myself on the ground, nobody else in the ground and her phone in my hands.""It didn't worry you that she was nowhere to be found even after she threatened you with a knife?"Arielle goes silent and then looks up, using her free hand to wipe her eyes. "I did. Honest to God, I did. But there was nothing I could do even when the news started to announce her missing. I tried so hard and so much to remember but nothing came back to...""Why did you deny everything at first then?""Because I knew that everything was going to work against me. If it came out that I saw her last, I would be the main suspect. The Wright's already had their eyes on me and traced her to my house, that was my
Judith sits back down, her eyes red and very swollen, very very guilty about what she had said."Did he hear...?""Yes. He heard everything. He only entered when I asked the final question. I'm sure of it.""Did you see him and still ask me that? Even when you knew I was very angry?"Hanson scoffs. "Judy, I am not to be blamed here. You were the one who said the wrong things to the ears of our son. We adopted him then because you wanted a child of yours so much but now, he's not your son anymore? Angry or not, that's not something a mother should ever say." He retorts, his two hands on the table and his body leaning forward towards Judy who's sitting in the chair right opposite."How do I fix this kind of mess?""That's up to you, as for me, I'm going back to work. We'll talk about this when I return. Please, please don't do anything stupid while I am away..."Driving away from the home that he had always and considered himself a child of, a mansion and an estate that had always been
Mike walks around his office, shaking his head from time to time. After a long time, he takes a seat and starts to work on the documents on his table.In a short while, he drops his pen, frustratedly and stands up again, a pool of sweat pooling on his face... He grabs his phone and dials Roger.He picks up soon enough. "Hello bro? Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"Mike grunts. "I need some women right now. I can't seem to calm down and focus."Roger understands immediately. "Okay. I'll arrange for them but you'll need to go home. I'll send them home."Mike nods fast. "I'll leave now, I want to meet them waiting when I arrive."He hangs up and grabs his and coat before heading out.His driver is already waiting by the door when he gets downstairs but he just shoos him away, something he never does. "I'll drive by myself. Take the damn day off."The driver immediately nods and steps out of the way so Mike won't hit him with his car... Which is very something Mike can real
Flustered, frustrated and scared of and for himself, Mike wanders around the room, half naked and alone after chasing the black haired lady out of his house, completely naked.His brain had been playing intense tricks on him because he had been thinking of Ivy for a pretty long time, ever since he looked her up, background and all from the first time he heard her name, tried it on his lips and it was perfect.And then he met her and she had been exactly nothing short of perfect.Perfectly coloured hair, the perfect skin tone, the perfect honey like voice, the perfect figure... A very imperfect relationship status."Get yourself together Michael. No woman ever flusters you." He mutters audibly, slapping himself hard across the cheeks with his own hands and feeling the pain himself as well. He winces slightly and looks outside the window, sighing heavily and watching everyone walk by, they all having something red on them.He turns around and then stops. "She is my fucking rival. I shou
"Arielle Brown." The female police officer from the past few days call her name in the holding cell once again and she stands up, weary and bones all cramped, and they snap into their normal positions as she stands up from her corner in the cell that reeks of sweat."Coming." She replies weakly, shuffling to the metal bars.The officer opens the door and Arielle steps out. She raises her wrists for the handcuffs like has been the routine for days. The officer looks at her, no hint of pity in her eyes.Obviously, she's seen more than her share of Arielles and this is just another female murderer in front of her. She claps the metal bracelets on her wrists and uses them to drag her away from the cell area.This time, instead to walking into the inner halls, she's led towards the exit.Arielle looks at her, waiting for some words or even the most minute explanation of where she's been taken and for what, but the woman just stares ahead like a robot.Arielle shrugs and decides to ask anyw
"I tie her down while she's unconscious with some wires I had lying around. While she was unconscious, I went around with her phone, laughing and strutting with it like it was mine. It's the latest model so I was very excited to have it in my hands at last. After some time, she came back to consciousness and spoke to me. I spoke back to her and left her alone, going into my room..."No one interrupts her as she speaks in her hypnotized state so everyone listens, taking notes and recording it all at the same time."I was in my room for some time when I heard the sound of my door opening. I turned around and there she was, with a kitchen knife in her hands."The detective sits up, listening intensely from here in because this is exactly where her memories had stopped.But Arielle stops speaking.Dr Sachs waits a minute to hear from her but nothing is forthcoming. "Arielle? Can you hear me?"There is still no response from her but her eyes are still tightly woven together in deep concent