We waited patiently in the cupboard till my father got what he wanted and then he finally walked out of the room without turning off the lights. "Is that supposed to be a trap?" I asked Tony and he smiled. "Yes. He wants to see if the light will go off or on and he will confirm it when he wakes up in the morning. I don't know if he has placed more triggers for us. I will say we take the document that we actually want to carry and go away with it, we don't need to stay here and complicate things further for us." I agreed with him even though I wished I could stay a bit longer and actually get to see more documents that will give me more insights about this man that I called my father. But as Tony said I had to keep my identity a secret. And even when I knew that dad wont do much to me, I could not imagine the things he would actually do to Tony if he discovered this. I may not be able to defend Tony the way I may want to and I could not risk starting a problem like that for the you
We looked at each other, none knowing what to do to make the matters of our life better. I looked at Tony with a strange look on his face as I wondered what could actually be going through his head, he was very silent but I knew that he was definitely thinking of something. The more I looked at him, the more I wondered what it could be but when his arched eyebrows and his silence got too much for me to bear, I finally asked him. "Well since you don't want to say anything without my asking. Take this as me asking, what exactly is going on?" I asked. "What are you talking about?" He asked me back. "You are obviously thinking of something. I want to know what it is." "The only thing that I am actually thinking of is how I can get out of here." "Tony, come on now, I am actually being serious here," I told him when I notice the shimmer in his eyes. Tony was always the friend who like to joke a lot. He had a lot of things to say about life in general and he never ceased to keep his op
"Any more questions?" Tony asked breaking me from my tran of thoughts and bringing me back to reality with him. I was scared to ask the next question that was on my mind and I didn't know if Tony had the answer but I needed to know. "The relationship between my father and this man, is it because he wanted to clean some money as well?" I asked. Tony looked at me, contemplating if he should answer that question or not. I could see it in his eyes that he was terrified to answer the question and tell me what was actually going on. He feared of how I would react and the different emotions I would feel. But I think his most major concern was how I would take the matter and respond to it when we finally get to meet with Henry. He didn't think it wise to risk it, I could see it in his eyes and immediately I saw the confusion in them, I knew he would opt for the easy way out. "Right now, I cant say for sure because even when Henry is known on the street as a money cleaner, he does have oth
I woke up the next morning to screams echoing from downstairs. As soon as my eyes got open, I knew that I was not in for a surprise because I knew the exact people that were actually fighting. Deborah and my father. I was shocked that the woman was still around. I had thought that dad would have sent her away immediately he learnt of what she had done. And he had but the woman refused to leave. Still, I believed he would have gotten rid of her if truly he wanted to but he didn't and that made me wonder why. Was it only because of love or did this woman know something about my father that he didn't want anyone else to know and because of that, he was keeping her around to buy her silence? Tony woke up a few seconds later, also not completely bothered by the argument coming from downstairs. I had told him in details everything that was going on during the process of us getting here and he knew that currently, the two lovers were not on the best of terms. "Your dad didn't kick her o
I wasn't going to answer that question. The only condition in which I would answer it is if I actually wanted to be dropped dead. Dad was not the type that liked people listening in on his conversations and worse when he was angry, he knew very well how to transfer that aggression to another person. The best thing was to keep shut but with the way he looked at Tony and I, I kne that even keeping quiet would put me in a ton of trouble. My hands were shaking. It was not that I feared my father but the truth was that i grew up being beaten by him a lot and currently, I didnt know why he would be upset about most things but I knew that the man loved to use his hands more than his words. Mom was always the one who knew how to calm him down but now that mom had left, he was just a walking ticking bomb and I always knew how to set him off.But now that I didn't even know the kind of illegal things he was doing and I was just finding out that his hands are not as clean as I would have thoug
We left home after breakfast and got to school just in time before our second lecture for the day. We had missed the first because we were hoping that we would get more information about our research from the horses mouth. But when Deborah came back after her call, all she could talk about was her daughter and how she actually knew the guy and had feelings for him. My heart broke the more I heard someone else say it. She wasn't supposed to have feelings for the guy, she was supposed to have feelings for me but somehow, it was very difficult for her to do that and yet, she chosed to be with a man who did not give a hoot about her. A man that I knew was using her for the most stupid reasons and soon, I was going to find out what that reason was. I looked at my face in the mirror and remembered how it looked when I stared at it through the cutlery in the dinning room and how my dad looked at me. I could only hope that the young man did not put two and two together and later find out t
School was torture that day. Everytime I would look around me, showhow, I would see Olivia around. To make matters worse, I constantly saw her with Sandra and I knew that could not be good for me. Sandra was yet another person that wanted nothing else but to have me suffer for crimes that were not my fault. And that was the kind of person that Liv was hanging around with. I didn't need a soothsayer to know that they were constantly talking about me and it was not a good discussion. The discussion did not favour me in any way and I knew that better than anybody else did. I closed my eyes and trust to avoid them as much as I could but the more I looked down, the more I saw them. As if my torture was not enough, Stacy came around every now and then to add to it. She kept looking at me like I had something in my face and hanged around me all the time. I could not even get some quiet moments to even discuss anything with Tony because she was constantly around me, trying to show people t
We drove straight to Henry's office. Tony had keyed in the direction of the place to my GPS and we moved without making any stop. According to Tony, Henry was a time freak. He didn't like any of his appointments to be even a second late and if we arrived late, then he would not attend to us. I could not risk something like that happening and so I needed to drive faster than I usually do. But finally, we got to what looked like a car park. When I finally found a place to park and I came out, it was actually a car park with lots o luxury cars being sold by the minute. "You were not joking!" I exclaimed at Tony as I watched cars that I couldn't even dream of buying currently being sold by the minute to men that I could barely recongize. "Don't be deceived by all of these and try your very best to not actually look these men in the eye okay? They get irritated easily and if you stare at them so much without them knowing you, they will just assume that you are a cop and get rid of you i