Author's POVPatrick had woken up a bit too earlier than his usual routine. His eyes refused to do their duty of resigning to sleep. When he checked his phone time, it was just past three am. Sitting up, he scrolled through his phone hoping Collin would be awake. He intentionally didn't call to ask if they were able to call the right authorities on his father's minions. However not asking has deprived him of sleep, dialing Collin. Patrick held his breath hoping Collin would pick up."Can't sleep?" Collin's voice came from the other line. Patrick sucked his teeth, "it's frustrating. Were you able to make the call?" "Yes, and we do hope they responded to it on time." "I hope so too, we would only get to know in the first early morning news." "Is it okay that you are calling me when you are still home. Don't you think it's risky?" Collin askedPatrick's eyes instinctively searched the room for anything suspicious or out of place. He also didn't trust what his father could do. "I don
Author's POVHe struggled hard with the rope used to tie his hands together, no matter how much he pushed and groaned it still wouldn't come off. Tom could feel his breath holes closing uk, even though he was blindfolded he could tell the room the put him in was dark and small. His claustrophobic symptom was beginning to draw in again. Letting out a string of curses, he dragged the chair with all of his weight and ended up falling face down. He groaned in despair as the awful smell of the floor hit his nostrils. It felt like where he was locked in had been an disposing spot for men. Pulling his weight, he fell back on the chair with his face turned up. His arms and legs felt clamped together, with his eyes being covered up for such a long time. Tom thinks he might have fallen blind as well. Just when he attempted to push himself to the wall, and try to free himself the door opened. The smell of fresh nice air hit him. "Well, well, seems like someone is trying to make an escape. Isn
Alessia's POVI hate stumbling on people's conversation, but somehow I just end up finding myself right on the spot. We were all out for our morning drill as usual and I had eavesdrop on my mum having some sort of argument with her father. As heated as it sounded, I couldn't hear a word they were saying. It's almost like the both of them resulted into speaking a foreign language that I couldn't seem to understand. Coming to the realization that listening in was fruitless, I made my way to the field. As if fate really is awarding me for being good during the week, Joxer was the one training Allen and I. Initially, I had been expecting to get rebuked by either uncle Walter or mum for waking up late and not eeportiing to the training field on time. But like I said, fate favored me this time around. "Welcome, mademoiselle. Do we need to roll out the red carpet for you?" Joxer taunted. "Morning to you too, uncle." I drawled. I chewed the side of my cheek, sniffing. He really does enjo
Alessia's POVI blinked rapidly at the sight in front of me, my mum had red welts on her face and neck. An obvious fact that she had been beaten. My breath hit he'd as uncontrollable tears rolled down my eyes. "Who did this to you mum?" She tried to downplay the pain and smile, instead a painful wince escaped her lips. "it's nothing baby, I promise." "Did he do this to you?" I inquired, getting pissed.She stood up hurriedly, yanking my hand off. "It's none of your business, Alessia. Please leave." "How the hell do you expect me to turn a blind eye to this?" I had lost my patience now. "Is this how you intend to teach me to defend myself? Letting someone bully you into resolve?" "Alessia!" She yelled. "Respect yourself young lady. You act like you know it all and know exactly what would become of you and your future. Say all that you want about me, but not to my face. Leave before I do something I would regret."I licked my dry shaky lips, "fine! Suit yourself!" Just as I got to
Collin's POVI was at it again, this time they moved faster and too close for comfort. It's almost like I was beginning to lose my strength and it became harder to run. But I didn't stop, kept pushing through the tall thick grasses. I couldn't see anything where I was running to, no hiding place not even a way out. Appears it's finally doom day for me. I should have kept running, but I wanted to be sure my assailant was still running after me. I should have known better, a peek behind at what was coming after me, I hit my foot and stumbled forward. I didn't get to gather myself before the shining silver sword came piercing my belly. I yelled out in panic from my sleep and ended up falling on the ground with a loud thud. I groaned painfully, my heart beating so fast it felt like it would leave its cage and come out alive. My head ached badly, it felt like something hard had been hit on my head. My bed was soaked heavily with my sweat, the moment I tried to stand up I fell back on my
Author's POVRyan grumbled to himself as he scrolled through his phone, he has been trying to keep himself still since his discussion with Tom. Even though he is an actual tyrant in the house, his family have stayed dedicated to him for years and wouldn't do anything to go against him.Carla wouldn't try to harm him after everything they had gone through together and all the things he did for her. He had found Carla on the streets a lonely, beautiful orphan who seems to have nowhere else to go. And only him had been her saviour. Sucking his teeth, Ryan stretched his legs on the table drawing in a long amount of smoke before letting it out. He was high on the cigar, after taking more sticks than he usually does. He had made a call to the installation company for the recorder. However, he had called them to hold on for a while. Ryan still didn't want to do something he would regret, like the other day he had beaten Patrick to pulp. Causing Carla to confront him. In his puddle of thoug
Author's POVCollin and Seth stared in awe at the space they were in, they had no idea what a VIP space in a restaurant was like. To think they had always visited it and never knew it had such special features. Patrick and his mother were already seated when they got there. The both of them mumbled their greetings, bowing respectfully to the older woman. "It's nice to meet you both." Carla said with a smile. Ushering them to seat. Patrick stared at his mother, wondering why she has come all the way to his school demanding to see him and the friends he got involved in messing with his father's business. It had him worried a little bit, still he couldn't refuse her and had texted Collin and Seth to meet them at the restaurant next to school. Despite arriving early and probing his mother, she didn't say a word. "Will you tell us what it is now?" Patrick inquired, sounding eager. Carla rolled her eyes, "we can't just get talking without any refreshment. Stop acting so impatient." She
Author's POVMiranda shifted in her chair, staring out the study window. Nothing seem to be going well for her since a long while now. And neither does she feel motivated to move an inch or encourage herself. She inhaled, feeling exhausted. The door to the study opened, she could tell who it was from the sound of the leg and the familiar perfume. Cara pulled out the chair to sit in, clearing her throat. Miranda turned around in her chair."I see you have eventually gotten a free time from those two troublemakers." She laughed at her own joke. Cara tilted her head, observing her. "When was the last time you had a good meal? You look really pale."She kissed her teeth. "Don't mind me, I haven't been hungry this days." Exhaling, Cara moved to the edge of the chair. She could see the fading blue scar under Miranda's eyes. She has been hiding herself for a week, just to aid the healing of her swollen face. Cara had intentionally kept her distance to give Miranda time to herself. But, re