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
Derek found himself in a situation that he never thought that he would ever in his entire career end up in. If only his stubborn friend had listened to him just a little bit, then definitely this would not have been the case at this point. His thoughts kept on spiraling and going about what he was going to meet at the house of Mr. Mckinney. The man undoubtedly would be very furious. “ Hmm.” He let out an exhausted breath and steered the car right. His phone started to ring. Who was it? He would rather not take the slightest glimpse at it, let alone taking the call. Whatever the call was about, it had to hold on just for a little bit longer. The call came to an end and almost at the same instant began to ring again. “ Damn it!” He cursed under his breath. “ Who the hell is calling me at —” The remaining words were cut off at his lips as he eyed the screen. It was Aspen's father, Mr. Mckinney. Damn it. Why was he calling him again? He looked at the notification, and it got to his
“ Derek, please, you may have a seat. Sure down. " “ Thank you. " Derek walked over and sat on the sofa directly opposite the couple. “ What do I offer you? " Mr. Mckinney asked. " We have Italian wines, Mexican wines. I even got a new shipment of English wine. Which would you want to taste?” Derek smiled. “ I am okay. I have no need for wine at the moment. " “ Why? Because your friend is not here with you, is that your reason?” Derek giggled. “ Not at all, Sir. I just don't feel like taking in any sort of drink at the moment. At least, not this time.” “ What about food?” Mrs. Mckinney asked, stroking her nose. “ Would you not want to eat too?” “ Yes, ma'am. I am okay. " The lady chuckled. “ I believe you have not been at a place for a while now. You look stressed and tired. It is normal that you have something to eat. “ She eyed her husband.” Don't you agree with me on that, honey?” “ Of course, I do. " The man replied and chuckled. “ A man who is working should eat equally
Zigfrid and Olletta lay on their beds with their eyes widely open and their mouths moving. They were both having a conversation. The little kids, ever since they witnessed what happened to their mother, have not been able to find their peace. Though still little, they were still wise enough to understand the situation of the house they were in. Since they were chased up to sleep, they had not gotten any sort of sleep. “ Zigfrid, " Olletta said," I don't feel like sleeping.” “ I don't feel like sleeping, either.” Zigfrid said , assuming the sitting position. “ What are we going to do?” Olletta asked, still lying down. “ Hmm.” Zigfrid exhaled tiredly, stroking his left arm. " Olletta, I don't even have a single idea. "“ Do you think that Uncle Derek is telling us the truth?” “ I don't think he is lying to us. He does not look like he will be Uncle Becker. " “ Don't call him our uncle again. " Olletta said with a frown forming over her face. “ That man is not a good man. He is e
Many minutes had passed and was sitting in the backseat of a cab which she had boarded to come to the hospital. Her heart beat faster this time that she didn't even know when the cab got to the hospital. Her thoughts were already at the hospital even before she arrived there. Right from home , when the children made mention of their mother being alone in the hospital, she had started having a lot of things run through her . Dulce was just in the care of no other person than the one who has succeeded in getting the father of her children behind bars for the time being. If the doctor could possibly step up and tell such terrible lies in an interview, then he would definitely be able to do a lot worse than the one he already did. What if he kills Dulce? No. No. That can never be. She shook the thoughts off as quickly as it came to her. Warding off negative thoughts was a great priority in a moment like this. However, she still had her tears . If doctor John could do that, then
Derek drove his car with thoughts running through his mind. He was leading the couple to where they would see their own son. Behind his car was a well tinted black car . Whoever saw it would definitely know that the occupant was a very wealthy type. Mr Mckinney ever since he handed everything over to his son, Aspen, he took himself out of the spotlight. No one would ever say that he was spotted at any particular place unless on a few occasions when he had to be on TV. Though not for his personal affair but for a few events that had to have him present in it. Derek was worried about a couple of things. Since Mr Mckinney never showed up anywhere , it would attract a heavy interest of the public the very moment that he would be seen. No doubt, journalists and reporters are flocking around the station right now looking for the slightest opportunity to inter jew Aspen. Perhaps, he would just walk out of the station all of a sudden and they would be able to ask him questions whic
The reporters were trouping in their numbers and Derek couldn't stop it. He knew it was a bad idea but Aspen's father was like a stubborn old goat, never listening especially when it was a critical situation. Drawing closer to the hoarde of humans trying to get answers out of Mr. Mckinney, Derek put on a straight fist and led the McKinney's out of sight because he knew that Becker was watching them via the news. That was the only way he knew that they were at the police station. Inside the police station, the chief officer came out of his office and was waiting in the clustered hall when he heard that the McKinney's were around. Sighting them, he moved forward to say his greetings as a sign of respect. "Mr. McKinney, a pleasure to meet you," the chief officer said but Aspen's father wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "This isn't a social call, chief. I guess you know why I am here," McKinney said, putting on a straight face. Cassy and Derek did same too. They were in a messy situ
A day after the brawl between Becker and Derek, Becker went to go visit the twins where they were being held.When he got to the building, he looked at his security guards guarding entrance and told them to keep their distance for the duration that he was there.He looked casual and neat, making him look completely innocent except for the bruises on his face."Hey kids! I'm home!" He said but he was met with silence. He knew that the kids weren't particularly fond of him and the fact that the news of their disappearance hadn't been reported yet baffled him.He walked to the courtyard and spotted them together, playing tea party. He scoffed at their childishness but still managed to put on a smile."Didn't you guys hear me call you?" He asked.Olletta turned in his direction and casted him a quick glance before taking her tea cup, "What do you want?""Is that a nice way to greet your uncle? Or should I say, soon to be father?"Zigfrid scoffed at the thought, "You're not our father.""E
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