It was midnight, yet, I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed. At nights like this, I usually had no sleep at all or awoke in the middle of the night dripping with sweat.I have nightmares, which I was too scared to tell anyone. It was always there, reminding me of my mom's death and my dad's abuse.I wordlessly get out of bed, put on my flip flops, before approaching the rest room. I stand in front of the mirror for a few minutes, before finally washing my face.After dabbing it dry with a towel, I decide to have something cold, since I couldn't sleep anyway.Moments later, I found myself descending the staircase, and then aiming for the fridge. With a swift motion I pull it open, and grab a jar of cold orange juice.Filling a glass cup with it, I gently set the jar down before lifting the cup to my lips. Taking a sip of the orange juice, I shut my eyes, a refreshing feeling enveloping my body.I release a small sigh before gently setting down the glass cup. And then ta
"What?" I blurted, totally taken aback by his answer. Slowly, a smile curved on his lips before he added, "I wanted to be sure the scum bag didn't harm you again." Subconsciously, I release a sigh of relief. "Oh that," I say, gathering my tools as I spoke. "Don't worry, Hayden has already made sure of that." I said softly. Looking up, I don't miss the frown that makes its way to Mr. Thomas' face. "Mr. Thomas, is something wrong??" I asked carefully, his eyes narrowed at my question, then as though it hadn't a smooth smile appeared on his face. "You may carry on, I came to discuss something important with Hayden." Mr. Thomas said, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to leave. I shake me head, "Oh don't worry, I was done already." I said, getting up from where I was squatting. "Allow me to guide you to the sitting room, so you can wait comfortably." I offered, to which he nodded after some time. I lead him to the sitting area in silence, before excusing myself to take
Third Person Pov:Another day, and another failure.His darn men don't seem to be able to get things right. To make matters worse, 'The Pythons', are now alert. How on earth are they going to be able to attack them now?Paul Ebuka, the notorious and brutal leader of 'The Scorpions', known for their violence and ruthless actions, was currently seething in fury. Why wouldn't he?He just lost the one opportunity he had, to destroy 'The Pythons' for good. This had been his obsession for a long time, and now things seemed to not be going as planned. Meanwhile, his men, fully aware of what he could do in his anger, quietly withdrew, as they watched him break the glass cup in his hand. His hand was bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Rather, he was shaking with endless wave of fury.His men, in panic, knew they needed to find another way to help their leader, or else, they won't live for another second. With fearful and apologetic faces, they embraced themselves for the pain comi
Third Person Pov:Thomas and Hayden are seated in a meeting with Teil and his group. Teil is a muscular and buff man, whose face is hard as stone. His neutral and unfeeling behaviour earns him fear from his opponents. He enjoys the sound of his opponents bones being crushed.Needless to say, he was a monster.The air around them seemed tense, everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as Hayden spoke."How much man power do you have currently?" he aks Teil."About ninety men." Teil replied simply. Silence."It isn't enough." Hayden said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "We're going up against a group of insane monsters, and the leader is no different. We are talking about a guy who murdered a student with a fork at the age of thirteen." Hayden says matter of factly, to let them know of the gravity of the situation.Which meant, if they made one wrong move, he would be waiting, and won't hesitate to destroy them all. He didn't need to say this, they already knew."In that case we ne
My little feet were struggling to keep up, as the grip on my mother's hand tightened.Wait... little?Slowly, the scene began to shift as a terrifying unsettling feeling set in. Mom, I had lost her thirteen years ago. What...Her breathing quickened, as she picked me hastily off my feet. She was running now, my face buried in her chest while she did her best to cover my hair.I could hear the pounding of her heart as she came to a sudden stop. Her breathing was laboured, and more urgent now. "We're trapped." She said.The noise up ahead, began to grow louder. The sound of clashing blades, and gun shots could be heard from two story buildings away.Before I could wrap my head around the situation, I feel my mom pull me closer to her as she turns around a corner to hide.She was panting, I was scared too. It made me hold unto her tighter. I watched as her silver hair sticks to her cheeks due to the sweat."Mom, are we going to die?" I remember asking, she had immediately turned away fro
My little feet led me across the cold tiles as I ran. I was giggling and playing, not realizing when my little legs took me to the kitchen. There I found my mother cooking breakfast, she was humming to herself as she steadily stirred the mixture in the pot. I giggle as I waddle towards her, wrapping my small arms around her leg. She stops and looks down at me with surprise in her eyes. Slowly, a smile appears on her face, but mine is wider. She picks 'little me' in her arms, and kisses my forehead. I chuckle, "how's my little River doing?" She asks, her nose nuzzling my cheek.I laugh, and after some time she gently places me on the floor. Her attention back to her food.I clap my hands, as I play while she rounds up her cooking. I hear father come out the room, nose sniffing the air. "Oliver stop sniffing, River will imitate it." She scolds him from the kitchen. Dad's face goes slack for a moment, and I burst into a loud pearl of laughter. His eyes suddenly glisten with mischievou
Eva is of average height, and had a vicious charismatic spirit. I stared into her emerald green eyes which were clouded with worry and concern. Within a second it disappears, like as though it wasn't there. She whips her golden neatly braided ponytail over her shoulder with a soft smile. She doesn't push it, and I'm grateful for that. "How does girls night sound?" she asks me with a wink. I blink, "what?" I choke out in surprise. "Oh come on, you never have fun, you're always thinking or worrying. At least, just for tonight, please.." she pleads, blinking her cute eyes at me. I turn away with a heavy sigh. "alright." I say in agreement, finally giving in."Really?" she squeals in excitement. I nod, a small smile forming on my lips. She gives me a tight hug nearly squeezing the air out of my lungs, before pulling away. "I'll finish my shift soon, wait for me." she whispered before hurrying back to her post.Eva was the only person I could communicate with, to a certain degree. If I h
I couldn't stop the memories from pouring back, and now all I wanted to do was run away and not turn back. I couldn't, not because I was scared; but because I couldn't run away from my father no matter how much I tried. No, he isn't my father. He's Oliver, an alcoholic. I had gotten used to calling him by his name, it would be difficult if things were to change for the better. "What are you... doing here?" I ask in a hushed voice, confusion swallowing up my sanity whole. He lifts his head to look up at me, and I flinch watching him stagger to his feet. "What do you mean by that? This is my house!" He suddenly yells, swinging the empty bottle of alcohol carelessly in the air causing me to take a cautious step back."Your house?" I quietly ask, anger slowly rising within me like boiling lava ready to erupt. "You're never home!" I finally yell, not holding back anymore. Let him do the worst for all I cared, I wanted to speak my mind and I will. "This very house you call your own, is
My little feet were struggling to keep up, as the grip on my mother's hand tightened.Wait... little?Slowly, the scene began to shift as a terrifying unsettling feeling set in. Mom, I had lost her thirteen years ago. What...Her breathing quickened, as she picked me hastily off my feet. She was running now, my face buried in her chest while she did her best to cover my hair.I could hear the pounding of her heart as she came to a sudden stop. Her breathing was laboured, and more urgent now. "We're trapped." She said.The noise up ahead, began to grow louder. The sound of clashing blades, and gun shots could be heard from two story buildings away.Before I could wrap my head around the situation, I feel my mom pull me closer to her as she turns around a corner to hide.She was panting, I was scared too. It made me hold unto her tighter. I watched as her silver hair sticks to her cheeks due to the sweat."Mom, are we going to die?" I remember asking, she had immediately turned away fro
Third Person Pov:Thomas and Hayden are seated in a meeting with Teil and his group. Teil is a muscular and buff man, whose face is hard as stone. His neutral and unfeeling behaviour earns him fear from his opponents. He enjoys the sound of his opponents bones being crushed.Needless to say, he was a monster.The air around them seemed tense, everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as Hayden spoke."How much man power do you have currently?" he aks Teil."About ninety men." Teil replied simply. Silence."It isn't enough." Hayden said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "We're going up against a group of insane monsters, and the leader is no different. We are talking about a guy who murdered a student with a fork at the age of thirteen." Hayden says matter of factly, to let them know of the gravity of the situation.Which meant, if they made one wrong move, he would be waiting, and won't hesitate to destroy them all. He didn't need to say this, they already knew."In that case we ne
Third Person Pov:Another day, and another failure.His darn men don't seem to be able to get things right. To make matters worse, 'The Pythons', are now alert. How on earth are they going to be able to attack them now?Paul Ebuka, the notorious and brutal leader of 'The Scorpions', known for their violence and ruthless actions, was currently seething in fury. Why wouldn't he?He just lost the one opportunity he had, to destroy 'The Pythons' for good. This had been his obsession for a long time, and now things seemed to not be going as planned. Meanwhile, his men, fully aware of what he could do in his anger, quietly withdrew, as they watched him break the glass cup in his hand. His hand was bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Rather, he was shaking with endless wave of fury.His men, in panic, knew they needed to find another way to help their leader, or else, they won't live for another second. With fearful and apologetic faces, they embraced themselves for the pain comi
"What?" I blurted, totally taken aback by his answer. Slowly, a smile curved on his lips before he added, "I wanted to be sure the scum bag didn't harm you again." Subconsciously, I release a sigh of relief. "Oh that," I say, gathering my tools as I spoke. "Don't worry, Hayden has already made sure of that." I said softly. Looking up, I don't miss the frown that makes its way to Mr. Thomas' face. "Mr. Thomas, is something wrong??" I asked carefully, his eyes narrowed at my question, then as though it hadn't a smooth smile appeared on his face. "You may carry on, I came to discuss something important with Hayden." Mr. Thomas said, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to leave. I shake me head, "Oh don't worry, I was done already." I said, getting up from where I was squatting. "Allow me to guide you to the sitting room, so you can wait comfortably." I offered, to which he nodded after some time. I lead him to the sitting area in silence, before excusing myself to take
It was midnight, yet, I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed. At nights like this, I usually had no sleep at all or awoke in the middle of the night dripping with sweat.I have nightmares, which I was too scared to tell anyone. It was always there, reminding me of my mom's death and my dad's abuse.I wordlessly get out of bed, put on my flip flops, before approaching the rest room. I stand in front of the mirror for a few minutes, before finally washing my face.After dabbing it dry with a towel, I decide to have something cold, since I couldn't sleep anyway.Moments later, I found myself descending the staircase, and then aiming for the fridge. With a swift motion I pull it open, and grab a jar of cold orange juice.Filling a glass cup with it, I gently set the jar down before lifting the cup to my lips. Taking a sip of the orange juice, I shut my eyes, a refreshing feeling enveloping my body.I release a small sigh before gently setting down the glass cup. And then ta
Third Person Pov: The next day, as Hayden had said, he had left earlier. He hadn't even waited for her today, though he had given orders to the driver to ensure she got to the office safely. Even his guards had been given strict orders to protect her, else their families with receive their heads as a gift. Swallowing they all glanced at River's fragile body physique. Praying that they wouldn't be saying their last wishes soon. They all held their breath as they watched her descend the stairs with their hearts in their throat. Suddenly, there was a brief silence as River gasped, nearly loosing her footing. At once they all lost their composure, reaching out to save her from a fatal fall. "Miss!" they called in unison, alarmed. Luckily, she quickly grabbed the railing stopping her fall. She released a sigh, and so did the body guards. Blinking she immediately pulled herself back together. "We should get going, it's getting late." As though a switch had been clicked, they all c
Things are currently going fine, as far as I'm concerned. Somewhere along the line, I just couldn't bring myself to ask about Oliver. Perhaps, I was just too scared to do so. Scared of the outcome. I release a frustrated sigh, rubbing a palm down my face as I round up my routine at work. It's nearly been the end of the day, I should have been relieved of any negativity; but instead... I can't stop this gnawing feeling in my chest and mind. It feels like I would drown deeper if I don't clarify things right away. "Ughhh," I say letting out a frustrated groan. The rest of the day was awfully slow, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate."You sure you're okay?" I heard Miss Sasha ask from a distance, snapping me back to reality. I turn to her with wide eyes, "Yeah, I think so." I insist, doing my best to focus this time.However, my mood still didn't change, even after the closing hours. With a grumpy expression, I approach Hayden's car. Fully aware that he was waiting for me in
Third Person Pov:Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'.Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest?Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time."I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies
Third Person's Pov: Hayden didn't imagine, that he would hear such news the moment the doctor arrived at the mansion to check her. He had been panicking so hard, that for a moment; he forgot to breathe. It took him a lot of self control to tell Thomas to leave it all to him. Before he knew it, he had already boarded his car with River in his arms and brought her all the way back to the mansion. He could still remember how his heart had momentarily stopped, the moment the doctor told him about her condition. 'She is in a critical state. She seems to be suffering from a panic attack.' The doctor had stated carefully, stating the possible symptoms. He wondered how he had missed all that? She had a panic attack in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do... What could he do? He had asked the doctor, about her recovery. The reply wasn't what he was expecting, as a matter of fact; it was the opposite. 'Unfortunately, I can't give you a cure. But I can giv