“ Jesus Christ!!” Aspen yelled out. “ What is this?!! " Derek rose to his feet and clenched his fists. “ That fool has crossed a line he should never have thought of crossing. " “ I can't believe this!!” The nanny walked into the living room. “ I followed the news online. " She said. “ Please, what are you going to do about this situation?” “ I will kill that fool with my bare hands!!” Aspen yelled. “ You had better keep your emotions in check right now. It is your fault that all of this has happened.” Derek said. “ Damn it, Derek!!” Aspen yelled. “ Yes!! I agree! I fucking agree with you. All of these is my fault. And so, fucking what? I have accepted it already. That is what you want, right? So, what has it changed?” “ You should have listened when I told you. But you didn't. You never listen!! You don't! If only you did, then all of this shit would not have happened. Come to think of it, if —” His next words were cut off completely by the nanny. “ Enough!!” She yelled at
Many moments had passed by already. Aspen and Derek were now alone with doctor John right in his office. Derek was seated. Doctor John too was seated in his own chair, while Aspen could not afford to have himself sit down in a situation as difficult as it was already. The police had left, all thanks to the genius of the doctor. In fact, they were already leaving at the time Derek and Aspen arrived at the office. Doctor John had done every single thing he could to persuade them into the thought that Aspen had been the one who brought the lady to his care. If that had to be the case, then, there was definitely no way he could have done it. After a whole lot of talks as to the fact that Aspen was shocked when he figured out the state of Dulce, that she had lost her child, and that he had made the careless move to go and find the person who had put her in that condition, the cops could come up with no other choice other than to leave. Besides, there had been no perfect evidence that A
Doctor John giggled. “ You are concerned about nothing. Every single room in this place is soundproof. No matter what you do or no matter how well you can shout, your voice won't be able to creep into any of the rooms. So, you should not worry yourself over the steps. We're the only ones who can hear them. " They took a few more steps before taking a right turn. A door on the extreme was where they were headed. They strode straight to it. “ We are here. " Doctor John said softly and slid his card out of his pocket. “ Finally. " Derek said. The doctor slid the card through a digital lock and the green light flickered. The door chimed and slid open. The three of them walked in. The room where Dulce lay was proof that the section was specially reserved for very important people in the society. It had every form of prestige that anyone could think of. Four sofas were positioned to form a square at one extreme of the room, a glass table was in the center of the sofas. The bed Dulce
Aspen and Derek were now in a restaurant. It had been Derek who insisted that they had something to eat. Boldly written on the faces of both men was hunger. They were literally dying to eat. Though, Aspen could still manage without food. It was not the case for Derek. There was no reason for one not to eat, in the understanding of Derek. No matter the situation one found oneself in, food was necessary. But quite unfortunately, they had not had the time to have something to eat. Since the decision to go and eat had been a small war between Aspen and Derek, they had both come to a final conclusion that if they were to have something to eat, it would definitely not be something that would take up their whole time. . Aspen had settled for the normal staple food in most homes ; a Burger. In fact, a very good part of the reason he loved to have it was that it was very common and did not consume most of the time to get prepared. It was one of the dishes Aspen could make. Grilling it
Damn you, Aspen. “ Derek said in a very low tone. " You are without any sign of doubt the worst asshole I have met in my life.” Aspen giggled. “ Yet you are stuck with me. That even makes you worse than the asshole you claim that I am. I believe you know that very well. " Derek giggled. “ Be quite honest with yourself now, man. I mean it when I say it. Just be very honest to yourself. " “ What is this about?” Aspen asked. “ Do you not in the slightest but feel relieved? I mean, do you not feel lighter within you right now?” Aspen grinned. “ What are you trying to drive at? " “ You know what I mean, man. Just give me a very straight answer. " “ Alright. I feel relieved. Has that made you happy?” “ It is better that way. " “ So, tell me, Derek," he pushed what was left of his burger into his mouth," what do you think I should do now?” Derek gulped at his juice. “ If I should be very honest with you, Aspen, I have no idea. The best way to sort all of this out is for Du
The next line of words got cut off by the ringing sound of his phone. Someone was calling. He slid it out and looked. It was Aspen. “ Hello, man. " “ You need to return to the table now.” “ Is everything alright?” “ Well, nothing has been alright lately. " Aspen replied. “ What is going on? I just heard that you are—” He stopped himself from completing the sentence. Those people were staring at him, most especially the plump gossip of a lady who was very eager to know more about other people's affairs. “ Aren't you done with the payment yet?” “ I'll be with you shortly. " The call came to an end. He threw a glare at the plump lady. “ Are you done with my card?” He asked the lady attending to him. “ Oh. Yes, sir.” The lady passed the card to him. Without a word, he turned to leave. “ Are you no longer interested in the information I have to share?” Derek stopped. For a good while, he felt the surging urge to yell at the lady. But he knew better. Taking any s
The nanny was at home when the news was aired. However, she had not been right there when they started to air the live session of where Aspen was arrested. She had been in the kitchen trying to get dinner ready before the normal time. Considering the way the events of the recent times have been moving, there was great need for her to wrap up in time and wait for whatever was going to be the next line of action. After all, she had clearly told both Derek and Aspen that she would be willing to give her testimony regarding the situation. Since she was a nanny for the kids, it was just very normal that she knew how things went around in the house. For that reason, there was a need for her to be very ready at any point in time, should Aspen need her hands, feet, or perhaps her mouth? But while in the kitchen, Zigfrid and his sister, Olletta had ran to her with a look that was not very plain. “ What is wrong with the two of you? " She had asked. No response had come from either of th
Cynthia stroked her hair awkwardly. Her hair was suddenly uncomfortable. To even think that the bastard son of a bitch who had a strong hand in the whole mess at a point had his way into her was more reason for her to feel like she was being crushed down. “ We need to air our interview session now. I can give everyone the full details of everything that has been happening so far " Derek smiled. “ That is a good idea. " “ Let's get on with it right away. "'“ But the timing is wrong, which has in turn made it a bad idea at the moment. " Cynthia scowled. “ What do you mean to say, Sir? With the interview, we could easily let everyone know what the truth is. “ “ If you do that right now, do you think it will be able to change a damn thing?” He smiled. " It wouldn't change anything. The best it can do is to stir up more gossip. It can only be talked about by the people. And let's say that the authorities get involved in a new dimension after your testimony, what would really change
A month had gone by and everything was finally settling in. Dulce had moved into a new apartment with the kids and their nanny, Cynthia. Her former apartment brought her nightmares."Zig! Olletta! where are you guys?" she yelled. She was trying to get ready for her first date with Aspen and also prepare the kids for a weekend with their grandfather."Over here," Zigfrid called out from somewhere near the stairs, sounding tired. "We can't find Olletta. Have you seen her?""Hang on," Dulce said as she ran upstairs. She opened her bedroom door and immediately saw a pile of clothes on the floor."Mom! Where have you been?! You gotta pick us up in fifteen minutes!" Olletta cried.Dulce sighed. "Look, kiddos, we can't go to the mall today, because of our schedule.""But, it's summer!" Olletta whined."I know. But your grandfather is coming in to pick you and your brother up. Mummy wants an alone time with your dad," Dulce said, trying to convince Olleta. Olletta frowned slightly. "That sou
Eventually, she managed to calm down. Once she did, she pulled away from him. Her tears were still streaming down her cheeks."I'm so sorry for running away, papa," Dulce muttered.He smiled sadly. "It's okay. But, you know you had a choice in all of this. It's not your responsibility to be in this. You don't have to apologize for that," he reassured."I know. I just...," She trailed off."What is it sweetheart?""I mean, I didn't tell you the real reason I left. I just disappeared and I always felt bad about it. Even when I came back, I didn't come to see you.""Why?" he questioned.Dulce hesitated at first before answering her father. " I was afraid."He arched his brow. " Afraid of what?""I was afraid you'd hate me."Aspen, Derek, Cynthia and Mrs Cassy McKinney filed out of the room immediately they saw Dulce and Theodore having a father and daughter moment. They didn't want to interrupt.Once they were gone, Mr. Theodore Florencia approached his daughter once again. He gently car
"Yes ma'am," Cynthia said, her head slightly bowed."Why do you..." she wheezed a little. Cynthia reached out for the water and gave it to her. "Thanks. Now, why do you look like you were used as a punching bag?" She chuckled weakly.Cynthia sighed. "That isn't important right now. We'll talk about it when you're better," she said."Yeah," she replied slowly before coughing. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard. The doctor came closer to check her pulse."Everything looks fine to me. She's awake now and she seems alert enough to understand us. So I'd say it's safe to say she's going to be completely okay," the doctor confirmed. "We should get her discharged in a few days, but I want you to bring her back next week. She needs rest."Derek nodded. "Okay, doc."Dulce stiffened at the sound of a familiar voice. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Derek and Aspen together and another stranger with them."Uhhh..." she slurred her words."Derek, why... are you here... wit
Theodore was shocked at the turn of events. He couldn't believe that he supported Becker. The very man who was behind his daughter's predicament. He couldn't believe that he almost fell for his bullshit.The thought of strangling Becker crossed his mind. He wrapped his hands in a fist as he paced up and down the court's hallways."Fuck!" he said, muttering under his breath. He was so angry and disappointed that he could hardly see straight. After a few minutes, he calmed down and took in a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down from his rage. He didn't want the others to know how agitated he was by the situation. No doubt they'd pity him, and that made him even angrier. "Fuck," he repeated, this time quietly. He ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to clear it out of his eyes.``Damnit, damnit, dammit...I shouldn't have been so easily swayed." The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like he had fallen for Becker's lies.Theodore tried to focus on calming himself
The defence calls Ms Cynthia, the nanny to Ms. Dulce Florencia's children, to the stand," the defense attorney said, beaming with pride.Everyone began muttering among themselves and the courtroom buzzed with excitement and speculation about whom it might be. Cynthia tried her best not to gulp nervously but judging by the glances people were sending her way, she failed miserably.As soon as she reached the stand, a familiar voice erupted from the spectators section. "How dare you show up here without telling anyone?!" The voice belonged to a female reporter. "Are you aware that you are a witness to a crime! I bet you're here for the money!" she screamed angrily."Excuse me?" Cynthia snapped. "What do you mean by that? Did this reporter just assume that I was here because of some money? Do you think this is funny?!" Cynthia yelled furiously.Everyone hushed and fell silent. People stared wide eyed at Cynthia, waiting to see how she was going to react. Cynthia stood there, breathing hea
At the crack of dawn, Cynthia had struggled her way out of bed. She ruffled her hair a bit so she wouldn't be recognized before stepping out of her ward sneakily.As she passed the corner of her ward's hallway, a smooth feminine voice stopped her. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach."Hey! Checked the patient in Room 3?" the voice asked. Cynthia turned and a nurse stood before her."Uh..." She stuttered."Oh, my bad. I assumed you were a nurse," the nurse said.She smiled kindly at Cynthia before gesturing for her to keep going. Cynthia continued on her way. After a brief moment of hesitation, she slipped into the hall towards her destination.She didn't want to be caught unawares and. so she put up a straight face and walked briskly out of the hospital, avoiding conversations of any kind until she got to the road.She glanced around her and relaxed. No one was here.With an air of confidence, she began walking down the sidewalk. Her mind raced over what she might need to do nex
Ms Linda, I wish I could reveal everything to you but I can't. I'm grateful for what you and your daughter have done for me," Cynthia said, wishing they wouldn't ask her more questions.She didn't know the answer to any of them and she wasn't sure she wanted to. All it did was make her want to disappear even more than she already did. "But, I still have things I need to deal with and I need your help.''The girl's mother nodded, accepting her words at face value."What is it? Name it," Linda encouraged her to speak freely."Well...I don't really know how to explain this..."she trailed off not knowing where to start. "But I need to make a call and I was wondering if you could lend me your phone for a few minutes."Cynthia wasn't sure if they'd agree to her request but she needed to ask anyway. Her life would be in danger if anyone ever knew that she was alive."Oh, Cynthia, of course we'll let you borrow our phones to make a call. How about five minutes? You know you just got up and you
"Oh my goodness!" a young girl of nine years old gasps in shock."What is it again, Maya? See something amusing again?" the middle aged lady questions."Mum, look!" she says and points in the direction of Cynthia. Cynthia was walking haphazardly along the road, clinging on to dear life and praying that a miracle happens. "The poor lady looks like she could use some help.""That's because we're not helping." the girl's mother says, as she drives the car closer towards Cynthia, who was trying hard but failing to hold herself up. "We can't just abandon the lady like that . She looks so helpless," Maya reacts sadly."Yes, yes you can," her mother, Ms Linda warns sternly." I can't believe you right now, mum!" the little girl says sadly before folding her arms. together and looking at her side of the window, not wanting to see her mother drive past the wounded lady without helping.Ms Linda scoffs. "Oh come on! I'm just messing with you. Of course we'll help her. Hopefully she's okay but
"Get up you slut!" one of the thugs said.It had been days since Cynthia was constantly tortured and her body showed proof. The marks on her body were enough to leave scars. A lot of bruises and cuts had formed over time. Her clothes were torn, dirty, and her hair messy. She was just lying there on the floor with no energy at all. One of the thugs kicked her face. "Get up or we're gonna fuck it up!" Another thug said angrily. He didn't mean it seriously though; he was just angry because she wasn't moving. Cynthia looked around trying to gather herself as much as possible but she couldn't muster up any strength. She was still too weak, too exhausted even. There weren't any other options though, so she stayed limp. The thugs grabbed her arms harshly and pulled her up.They threw her across the room. They kicked her once before hitting her in the stomach. Cynthia groaned from pain and tried to curl into a fetal position. She wanted to die right then and there. But if she died then the