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Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! After 48 hours.
Lily steps out of the police station and shields her eyes from the blinding sun that she hasn't seen for the last two days.In detention, waiting for the officer to come get her every two or three hours for exhaustive interrogations that she had always said the same thing over and over in. Thankfully, her parents had sent her a lawyer on the first day and he had let her know that no matter how much they question her, no matter how much pressure they put on her, they can't retain her for more than forty eight hours, that's two days, they can't keep her locked up for more than two days without finding some conclusive evidence with which they can charge her to court.And she had banked on that kept to her story...He had been an abuser of women, who had beat her so much that she's got those purple scars all over her body. They had asked about the previous scars since all the ones there seemed to be newly gotten and she'd said he really gives her scars only when deals don't come through,
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Let's see about that.
Thankfully, the taxi drops her right off at the specific estate location and she gets off. There's even a bit of spare change left and in her good mood, she leaves it to the taxi driver to keep as a tip which he half heartedly thanks her for before driving away.She walks into the estate since just not any car can drive in there. Even when she'd come along with Price in the past, they'd had to go through some inspections before they were let in but by now she's already a familiar face and she walks right past the security posts."We heard about your husband ma'am, we're sorry to hear it." One of the security men consoles her as she opens the pedestrian gate for her to walk through."Thank you very much. It hurts so much and then to be detained for two days again. I feel so bad right now.""It was most likely a misunderstanding and it's usually like that in most spouse marriages you know? It must have just been a useless suspicion. You don't look like someone who'd hurt a fly."She chu
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! At the Top of the Staircase.
She walks past the first check point and sighs... Thankfully for her, she finds a taxi in a short while and enters into it.She describes her house... The one she lived in with Price and there it took her.As soon as they arrive, she exits the taxi and tells him to wait that she'll quickly grab her phone and make a transfer of her payment. The taxi man nods and turns off his engine and watches her go inside.She closes the main gate behind her and she sighs. The whole place has been cleared out, no single soul in sight. Different foot prints on the ground, so many wastes left behind by all the detectives and reporters and even the staff of the estate is gone.She walks in and grabs her phone which had been left in the room upstairs since the past two days. She chooses to not check anything yet and attend to the man waiting for her downstairs first which she does.As soon as he drives off, she goes back inside.Right there in the living room, the yellow and black bright tapes of the fa
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! 2am.
A small sound in the room startles Stella and she wakes up immediately, and looks around.The bright digital clock beside her on the bedside table is showing the time to be two fifteen in the morning. She looks to her other side and it's empty.Her eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and she can make out Reese walking around, pacing around in the room."Reese?" She calls out, wiping her eyes, wondering the reason for his distress and restless walking around so early in the morning.Hearing his name startles him and he looks at her. "Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?""I guess. Why are you not asleep? Walking around like that.""I'm fine. I just can't seem to sleep, that's all. You can go back to sleep. Don't mind me.""How can I sleep when you can't?" She pushes back her blanket and makes to stand up but his steely voice stops her right there."I said you should go back to sleep." He says, his eyes trained on her.Slowly, she puts her legs right back under the blanket and covers herself, watc
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Dashing in and out.
For the first time in a long time, she wakes up to the bright morning sun, in her eyes, but just perfect enough that it isn't burning into her eyelids the way she usually wakes to on park benches or street way benches where she usually passes the night.For someone that's supposed to be in school, she watches all of her mates as they live their lives without any worries, at least, not the type that makes them run from one place to another because they say every human, no matter how little or or stupid or inconsequential what they are dealing with is, it's still a worry.She pushes back the duvet and makes her way into the bathroom to freshen up for day. She looks through her small bag and finds a sundress in there. She smiles at it.She's not had any reason to wear something like that but now, it looks like it's a new dawn so she can try to live again. She puts it on and picks up her slightly worn bag and makes to leave, her destination? Her mother's grave.It might be the last time s
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Angela's Second Visit
Angela begins to squirm, hard as soon as she sees that they seem to be well aware of where they are currently headed. She's tied down on the floor of the van and whimpering, she's been slapped a couple of times more than the first one and more than is enough for a regular young girl.The men are basically ruthless as they crack jokes about her condition and drive towards Mi-nello.They soon park haphazardly in front of the mall and get down. She's pulled out unceremoniously and made to walk in the lead into the mall.Inside, they push her to take them to Mika's office since she'll certainly be granted easy access because she's been there before and she nods."Please untie my hands first or they won't let us go through."The request seems to make sense to them since the leader approves the untying of her hands."Well, they might think she's been threatened if we take her like that to the front desk!"Angela watches them with hooded eyes as she scans around for something that can at lea
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! On One Side, But Different Ends.
They back off, taking momentary glances at the man that's writhing on the floor. He, with his own pain, looks up at his men and curses. "You dipshits, attack her!"With his words, they seem to regain their senses and they rush forward, all five of them at once.Mikayla shakes her head, tutting to herself. "Some idiots never learn their lessons."As soon as the first one threw his hand out in a punch, she sidesteps and he misses but she brings down her elbow, hard, on his arm and he screams, his hand going limp.She does the same to the others, hitting them at some specific parts of their bodies so they will be immobile or too pained to do anything.At the end, Angela is behind the couch, watching with a bated breath, her eyes showing excitement even though she's scared for Mika as well.Mika soon walks over to her side. "Are you okay?"She nods. "Are you okay ma'am?""I am. Let me see your cheeks." Mika turns Angie's cheeks to herself and she sees the hand imprints on them, signaling
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Dead Eyes.
Stella washes dishes... Or is washing dishes but the dishes isn't the dishes anymore but her hands.Lost in thought, she's dropped the plate she's been holding for minutes and has started to scrub her own palms, turning them an angry red but she still doesn't notice.She sighs over and over again.Lily still hasn't come home, Reese has become a ghost that goes to work and comes back a shell of himself. He'll stay up all night and then begin to dress up for work when it's six am and then leave without having dinner.He came back home about an half hour ago and went straight up to the bedroom where she can hear his footsteps pacing around, even more unusual and faster than usual.She finally snaps out of it and washes off the soap suds in her hands and goes upstairs. She opens the door and sees him dressed in a formerly casual dressing. "Didn't you just come back? Where are you going now?"His face is sharp and gaunt, large eye bags under his eyes and his eyes itself is red and puffy. H
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