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SCARLETTGrandpa Richard turns to him. “Now’s not the time Damian, this silly girl desecrated your mother’s ash.”“Your wife,” Damian replies in a hostile tone, his eyes hard at his father. “That woman was no mother to me.”The two stare at each other coldly for some brief seconds before Ashley breaks the tension with her shrill voice. “We’re not trying to fool grandpa Uncle Da-”“I’m not your fucking uncle,” Damian scowls at Ashley and she shudders, moving behind Trevor for cover but he moves away from her, putting some distance between them.Damian fixes his intimidating gaze on Trevor and the confident boy I used to know who could look anyone in the eyes and say whatever, looks down. I don’t want to say it but it looks like Trevor fears him, even that day at the meeting when Damain just asked him to zip it, Trevor quietly obeyed.“The other day if I recall correctly, it was you hung up on her and not the other way round, so why would she want to hurt this….thing?” Damian asks Trev
SCARLETT“Th-Thank you for helping me,” I say to Damian warmly, breaking the silence that had lingered in the air between us for minutes with neither of us saying anything.“So do you have the proof yet?” Damain switches back to his business tone, keeping his handsome face stoic.Are we really just going to ignore the gigantic elephant in the room? Is this how he wants to handle this thing between us?“No, not yet but I’m onto something,” I reply in a tone similar to his, despite the tightness I feel in my chest. If this is how he wants our conversation to be, then this is how it’s going to be.“What…..thing?” He asks in a low inquisitive tone, giving me a calculating look. The type that tells me he doesn’t believe I’m onto anything and he would be right, I am not.“It’s nothing concrete yet but I’m working on it.”He scoffs, drawing out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and he takes one out. He hits the butt repeatedly against the fingernail of his thumb before he brings out a ligh
SCARLETTI cannot help the pang of guilt that I feel in my heart as his cold judgemental eyes rake over my figure. I know how this looks but he has it all wrong.“I didn’t know you two were related. I didn’t even know who you were until that night we met,” I say calmly, looking straight into his eyes.He scoffs, taking a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the fume on my face on purpose, making me gag slightly.“Maybe it was after that night you devised your revenge plan. You do not fool me,” He says in that same low and cold tone. His eyes are sharp and dangerous at the same time, glaring at me.Why does he believe that I would give my first time to him just to spite Trevor? Wouldn’t that just be a shameful thing to do? Where’s the masterful revenge plan in that? Everything that ever happened between us was a coincidence, none of it was planned.“Listen to me Damian. I know how this looks but I promise you that’s not the truth. If I slept with you just to get back at Trevor, don’t you
SCARLETTI did file for the motion of continuance in court and thankfully, dad got another three month extension on his trial date. I had applied for a month but the judge had granted three. Obviously Mr. Presumptuous jerk and his company didn’t contest it.I know I swore that I never want to see him again but he just won’t leave me alone, always finding a way to squeeze himself into my thoughts.Today I hate him for what he said to me and tomorrow I find myself trying to justify his actions, that I pushed him and that he was kind to me and defended me.I just want him to get the hell out of my head.For a moment I thought something good may come out of that night but I guess I was naive, again. Men are all horrible and I don’t need one.Right now I’m headed to school, ever since this thing with dad started, I’ve been on and off with it and my perfect straight A’s results since first year are already sitting pretty in the mud.Dad made me promise I’ll return and at least try to gradua
SCARLETT“You’re not the only one who went to school young lady, you don’t have to make such a mess because you’re reading,” Mom says, tip-toeing through the pile of books I had littered on the floor.I glance at her and turn my attention back to the book I had open in front of me. I have a very important test coming up tomorrow and I have been studying all week, getting little to no sleep.I was shocked when I logged into my student portal to see my grades had slipped by thirty eight percent and we’re already halfway into the semester. Every single point I can score is important right now, even half a point will go a long way.I know she’s still in there somewhere, the bright girl who always topped her class effortlessly and did it in style, getting perfect scores all the way.She’s still in there right? Somewhere inside me, or has she been drowned out by all the recent troubles of my life?There’s only one way to find out and it begins by acing this test. It doesn’t help that it’s pr
SCARLETTI was sitting in the cafeteria, looking at the long list of things I had to cover. From Essays to coursework to assignments, the list was endless and as fun as it was going to be diving into it, I knew it was also going to be stressful.I felt something drop on the table beside the tablet I was scrolling through. I glanced at it to see a cup of smoothie before I raised my head to see who had dropped it and it was Delia.We kind of bonded after that first day. I wouldn’t say we are exactly friends yet but we are getting there, we’ve been studying together and she’s way smarter than she makes people believe.“Pineapple smoothie for you,” She says, giving me a small smile.“My favourite,” I replied, scooting over to make space for her and returning her smile. “Not for me, I prefer bananas and strawberries. So what are we covering today?” She replies as she takes her seat next to me, dragging the tablet in front of her.I love studying but I’ve never seen someone as excited about
SCARLETTWe have just finished our Macroeconomics class, going over a case study when Chloe approaches me and Delia.“Just ignore her,” I whisper to Delia as Chloe walks up to us. I know she’s just coming to stir up trouble, her normal MOU since I resumed back to school fully.She’s probably going to top the class with Delia being a close second. I’ll just be happy to pass and get this degree. One thing I’ve learnt so far is that even if a degree from a prestigious school like VBU will jumpstart anyone’s career in the business world, the horrors of the real business world are different and can eat anyone up.What happened to dad is a prime example of that.“You bitches checked your test scores yet? Rumour has it I’m the only one who got a perfect score,” She says in a haughty and airy tone.Delia looks at her passively, taking my instruction to heart while I make a face. “Good for you.”“What did you get, an F?” She asks, flicking her brows at me.I scoff, rolling my eyes at her. I h
SCARLETTEverything else seems to be going great in school except for the elephant in the room. All my other professors have been kind and very understanding and I’ve been studying hard to get my grades up, putting my feet down and giving it my all.Between Chloe’s gloating over how she’s going to be the best student this year and be crowned Queen of VBU and the constant bullying from Professor August, Delia has been the light.For the first time I know what it’s like to have a friend who doesn’t care about status or anything of that sort. I know I used to be that friend but I’m not anymore and I’ve never been more glad.If anything positive came out of the tragedy that befell my family, it was bringing me down to earth and showing me how wealth, status and position in society can quickly vanish and only people who truly love you for who you are and not what you are, remain.It’s funny how I didn’t even remember that I had given Delia my private library card in our first year to get ac
SCARLETT“Mommy huwwy, Bad wolf will catch us,” My two year old daughter, Carmela, drags my hand, giggling as we run into my room, looking for where to hide from the big bad wolf with red scarves tied on our backs.“Roar….I’ll get you,” Damian’s voice comes from under the stairs as his footsteps make heavy thudding noises.This is Carmela’s favourite game and Damian loves nothing more than to make her happy. If there is anyone that can compete with his love for me, it is the love he has for our kids.“They went into mom’s room dad,” Jayden, my annoying and beautiful five year old son yells at the top of his voice from their room which adjoins mine.“Jayden talk too much, now daddy will catch us,” Carmela makes an annoyed face.I smile at her, wondering why she took all of her dad’s features and barely any of mine, the black hair, deep black eyes, full and plump lips, his slightly wide nose and even at just two, the glare she has on her face is so similar to his icy one.“Quick, let’s
SCARLETTI slowly pick up the gun, pointing it at his forehead with my hands trembling. Hate, anger, frustration, all compounding and marauding my thoughts. The memories of everything he did to me, cheating on me with Ashley and humiliating me time and time again for her sake, conniving with her to use me to frame my father and send him to prison, an act that plunged my life into hell and then the verbal, emotional and physical abuse that followed.He doesn’t deserve my forgiveness, I don’t want to feel pity for him, even with the tears streaming down his eyes or with how genuine his words sound. This is Trevor, it could all still be an act to do something more evil but if he hadn’t been wicked and done those things to me, I never would have met my hero, my rock and my shield, my resting place.
TREVORI took a life for her and I became a fugitive, living from hand to mouth and constantly evading capture but not anymore, I need to get out of this city for good.I didn’t want to kill Ashley that day, after I knocked her down to prevent her from shooting Scarlett, she was determined to still do it and while wrestling with her for the gun, I mistakenly pulled the trigger and she died on the spot.I became scared, I panicked and did the only thing I could do, bury her body and run for my life. The first few days were the hardest, having to rely on my boy scout skills and living in the open forest, feeding on fruits and nuts and weaving leaves and vines for shelter.&n
SCARLETT“I demand half of all his cash and assets! I have been married to him for over twenty years, I deserve good compensation,” Dahlia yells at the top of her voice in Dad’s new mansion that he bought for him and his new sweetheart, my mama bear, Lexi.The moment dad got out of prison, I wasted no time in telling him the truth about Dahlia and the woman I now call mom, Lexi. Despite how much Lexi protested, I just could not stop myself. She has loved him for years, refusing to fully give herself to another man and yet she never made a move to snatch him from Dahlia.What kind of a daughter would I be if I just folded my hands and watch my father and mother continue to be betrayed and deceived by a vile woman like Dahlia.
DAMIAN“It’s good to have you back home Damian,” Ana says, smiling at me as I step into the house, feeling the welcoming sense of home, but it’s not the fucking building, it’s the gorgeous angel beside me because I know, anywhere she is will be fucking home to me.I spent the last month and a half at the hospital recuperating and the doctors only just discharged me today but I have to keep going in for weekly check ups for the next three months until my heart gets back to its full functioning capacity.Right now, I have a small tube somewhere in my chest and until I am fully healed and it is removed, I cannot be medically declared fit even though I feel no physical pain or discomfort and my body seems to be functioning properly.&n
DAMIAN“Happy birthday gum gum,” Her father says, stepping out from behind my egghead friend and in a flash, she’s gone from my hand which suddenly makes me feel empty as she rushes and hugs him, crying loudly in his arms.Yesterday, when I woke up, the doctors told me how lucky I was to have survived and that if she hadn’t brought me in when she did, I would have died and that even then, my survival was nothing short of a miracle.I know the only reason I survived was because of her, because I wanted to be with her, to hold her, to love her, to cherish and adore her, my beautiful angel, my sweet kitten.She was the first thing on my mind when I woke up yesterday and it took a l
SCARLETTI walk straight towards him and give him a dirty resounding slap for almost killing me with such a prank before I plunge my lips into his, kissing him with reckless abandon, letting all my emotions flow through the kiss.The pain of these past few weeks, the pent up passion and desire for him, the relief to know he is alive and well, I kiss him with everything.He drops the bouquet, sliding his hands down my waist and squeezing my butt, pressing me into him as his tongue invades my mouth, engaging in a dance of passion and pleasure with my tongue. I let out a salacious moan as he sucks on my tongue and I feel his hard-on press against my thighs, I grab his head, plunging my tongue further into his mouth, loving how he is making me feel.
SCARLETT“We’re trying our best to find them. We found a pool of blood at the scene and after running tests, it matches the blood sample of Ashley Barnes. We have men stationed at every exit of the city and their pictures are on red alert at every airport, train station and seaport. Be rest assured, they will be brought to justice,” The chief of police says to me and Ethan in his office.It has been two weeks and Trevor and Ashley are yet to be found, Damian is still in a state of coma and the company’s lawyers are insisting that unless they get a written or spoken confession from Trevor or Ashley, dad’s case will continue in court.Everyday without Damian gets harder and harder, I have moved back to the mansion and I sleep in his
SCARLETT“Congratulations Misses Cole, you are five weeks pregnant and your baby looks healthy and fine but I’ll write you a prescription for some vitamins and mineral supplements that will help,” the doctor says to me with a big grin.“Thank you,” I reply wryly, my eyes full of sadness. It’s not that I am not happy that I am going to be having a baby but who can be happy bringing a child into this world when the father of the child is tinkering on the brink of life and death.“My husband, how is he? Will he make it?”The doctor takes a deep breath and her smile vanishes. “We have done our best, it is between him and his maker now. It is already a miracle t