My prayers were answered because thankfully the man called off his guys. Immediately he did that, I knew that Alex was going to run with that just to get the kind of answers and response that he wanted. "You do know that your godfather can't actually protect you forever right?" The man asked and Tony smiled. He needed to act cocky to make his story very believable. "Well I don't know what you are thinking that can actually happen between my godfather and I to make him to no longer defend me but trust me, you are so wrong. The man will always pick my side against all of you and you can be rest assured that I will continuously be his godson. Now if you don't mind, can we get to the order of the day?" The more Tony spoke, the more I saw the anger the eyes of this man rising. I knew that he could not actually believe that he was going through such crisis. I understood that very well. He needed some sort of help to get through the thought of this boy destroying his business and still be
I looked at him in horror. The young man knew who my father was. That could only mean that he knew who I was. But did he also recongize me as the man that came with Sandra that fateful day, I bet he could. If he could not, why would he so eagerly call my name like that? I knew at that point that I was fucked. I was going to get exactly what was coming for me and nothing I did was going to change that fact. "Do you really think that I won't know who you are?" He asked me with a smile on his face. "Immediately you walked in here, I knew exactly who you were. I remembered you as the little idiot that Sandra showed me to be her boyfriend. Does it even make any sense to you that I would not recongize a face like yours? And to make matters worse, you look exactly like your father in this picture. The resemblance is uncanny and you somehow think that I won't be able to see through all of that and figure out just who you are?" He asked. "Well I had a feeling you would but you need to under
The good news was that we had gotten the answers to our questions. Though it wasn't a complete answer, but it was an answer nonetheless and as we drove through the lonely road leading back to town, I could not imagine what else Deborah was hiding and I had no idea if Olivia knew all these about her mother or if she was kept in the dark like I was as well by my father. What else was the old man hiding? What else was I supposed to know but somehow because of whatever he thought was right, he didn't tell me. I had a right to know everything that he was hiding and I deserved to know what was going on in his head in the first place. I was his only son, he could not be hiding sensitive information like that from me "You are not going to confront him. You know it's a stupid decision right?" Tony asked me an once again, I could not understand how this young man knew what I was thinking of without me even having to say it. "Confront who?" I asked him, pretending to not have an idea on what
I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. What was she doing there? I did not know the answer to that but at the same time, I was grateful that she wasn't in Alex's arms. I prayed that as she opened her mouth to talk, she would tell me that Alex had kicked her out of the house or she had found out that he was nothing but a cheater and she had left by herself. Nothing else would make me more happy than to hear all those words coming out from her mouth but the more she stood there silently without saying a word, the more I doubted that the words that I needed to hear would ever come out of her mouth. So I decided to take the first step and find out what I needed to know. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a rather harsh tone. She could not know the kind of effect she had on me or the things she did to me. If she found out how weak and vulnerable I was around her, she would not hesitate to actually disregard my feelings once again and make me feel stupid about myself. "I came to s
Olivia's POVI felt the aching in my chest, I felt it squeezing my heart causing me to hold the railings of the elevator as it went down. I had seen Daniel angry, I had seen him sad but I had never seen him numb. At that point, it was very obvious that the young man did not care if I lived or I die. He was done beating himself up about me and I didn't know what was worst. The fact that he had decided to do that or the fact that I could not bring myself to talk him out of it. What would I have said? This question kept ringing in my head as I tried to figure out what I would have done differently. It was not going to be very easy to get this man to look at me the same way. And it could not have come at a more terrible time. I had acted out of anger and hurt and the more I sat to think about it, the more I wished that I had been a little bit gentle with it and maybe, just maybe it won't have destroyed me the way it did.Maybe by now I would have a way of coming back and we could sort
I didn't want to say anything to anymore. All I needed was the warm embrace that Alex offered but as I left the building, I reminded myself that I had dogged a very huge bullet. Nothing he did was going to convince me otherwise about him. He was a flirt and he showed that to me all the time without any form of hesitation from his end. It was only a matter of time before he would start projecting his insecurities on his partner and I wasn't going to be the partner who he did that to. I knew that I had made the right decision and I was going to stick by my decision. The taxi driver drove like a snail and even when I enjoyed the evening breeze, I also desperately yearned to be wrapped around in my lover's arm and because of that, I needed him to hasten up the entire process. "Sir can you go a bit faster?" I asked him. "Sorry ma. It's just that I am a foreigner and I am trying to obey the laws so I don't get into trouble" "What does that have to do with your driving?" I asked him. "
I had moved as fast as I possibly could. And I only stopped when I reached a phone booth. That was when I was reminded of the phone in my pocket which contained the number of the woman that wanted to help me. I quickly removed my phone and called her. Thankfully she picked immediately and she started talking to me to find out where exactly I was and how she would get to me. I told her everything she needed to know and before long, she had arrived to help me. Before she arrived, I made sure that I had destroyed the evidence in front of me by washing the bat with enough water, ramping it against a stone to destroy it and then scattering the reminding pieces before I left the place to wait for the woman at a spotlight where she could see me. She arrived almost immediately and picked me up. She didn't say much untill we reached her home and then she asked me why I finally decided to leave. I didn't know who she was exactly and because of that, I could not fully trust her. I had to tell
"What did you say to me?" She asked. "Ma I know that you want to take me to a foster home but I don't want to go to any foster home. I am not so small ma. I can work and make a living for myself, please," I begged her and she listened. "I know you can work and make a living but you should not have to. You need to go to a foster home so that you won't have to go through the abuse that you have been experiencing all these while." "I understand ma but if I am working for you, I don't mind sleeping on the couch till I make enough to be able to afford rent. I can even be paying rent to you while I stay in the same room I did last night. Ma, I am a wonderful cook and I can make excellent dishes for when your family comes over or even when your children come around. Trust me ma, they will enjoy my dishes." I tried my best to convince her but I noticed that immediately I said the word children, her face changed from that of an impressed young woman to a sad and disorganized lady. "What i