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
Mr. Henry was a funny looking man. Yes, one could see that he had money and his entire body showed it very well but the was just something about him that was funny looking. Maybe it was his big protruding stomach, or maybe it was the fact that he had a bald head and a full moustache or maybe, just maybe it was the several rings that he wore on his fingers that gave him the look of a gangster. But whatever it was, it did not help to hide the fact that he had money, lots of it and was not hiding it. His office was filled with pictures of almost naked women. One could hardly believe that such a place was a place of work. It looked like one had walked into the entrance of a brothel. If he was trying to keep a low profile, I don't think that he was doing a very good job at it then because everything about him actually looked like he was a mafia king. Smacking his staff on this ground, he looked at me sternly and cleared his throat. I knew he had asked a question but I couldn't tell wh
"You do know who this man is right?" Mr. Henry asked and Tony nodded his head as he was pointing at The Mafia King. "Well if you must know, he is also entitled to his own rights in this country and few years ago, he took it upon himself to partner with Jared here. The partnership was for something simple, he wanted the young man to give him some construction materials for him to be able to finish up his project." "And then what happened?" I asked, eager to get to the bottom of the story. "Boy, if you want me to help you do anything then you are gonna have to shut up and never interrupt me again, do I make myself clear?!" He bellowed at me and I immediately nodded my head. "I'm gonna need words now boy." "Yes, I understand," I said with a strong voice. Even if I was terrified, I knew that I could not show my fear in a place like this. "Very good. Now, for the bigger part of things, the young man and the mafia king partnership was going well. Tell one day, Jared found out the real
I won't be able to survive in their world. I just knew that I won't be able to. I wasn't smart enough to not drink what was placed in front of me and if Tony had not come with me, I would have down every last bit of that drink. And I didn't even know the rules that had to be followed. I would have been lost in a world like this if not for Tony. But here I was now, not knowing that I would have been killed or drugged. But I was thankful that Tony was by my side. Still, I could not help but wonder who exactly Billy was. Who was this man that made Tony's face to be free of blood? Who was this that put so much fear in him? What did the person do and how influential was this guy exactly? As I thought of all of these, I could not help but look at Tony's face again. He still did not look like he was happy about having to meet this man but he knew he would have no other choice because Henry was not giving him any. "You know you can save me from a lot of stress if you would just tell me ri
"Let's get this over with," I muttered under my breath and followed my girls to a booth, while trying desperately to ignore the turning in my stomach. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be sitting in the midst of these girls who had dared me to find a stranger and make out with him. But I lived a boring life and my best friend, Ivory, had suggested that this could be the fun I had always been looking for. As soon as we sat down, I immediately regretted listening to her. We had barely sat down when my girls started looking around the room, trying to pick the best guy for me to make out with. I stared at them in disgust. How could they be excited by the idea of making out with a stranger? I prayed silently for the alcohol to arrive and as soon as it did, I down every drop of mine and even drank Ivory's own. If I was going to do this, I was not going to do it with sober eyes. Still, the alcohol did not stop my feelings of anxiety from going on a rampage and at a point I felt like hurling