TESSA'S BIRTHDAY GIFT......
On his friend's humble request, Damon walked out of one of his hotels after yet another meeting toward his car with his phone over his ear. Ready to go pick up Lilliana from school "I don't care, don't contact me again unless you know something useful about those Russians" he growled at one of his men on the other side of the line before disconnecting their call and jumped in the driver's seat of his car. Pushing on the start button the car's ignition roared back to life, he drove out of the driveway to Roseville High straight from his office.
He pulled up outside the school gates in yet another expensive sports car at exactly 15:30 in the afternoon, thirty minutes after the school bell had long ran releasing the learners to go back to their respective homes. The parking lot was already full of learners and all of them couldn't help but turn around at the sight of the man. The girls who recognized him from Forbes’ recent magazine issue, even took out their phones to click a few photos as he looked around the yard for Lilliana but she was nowhere to be seen and so was her friend.
Leaning against his car, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. Dialling his best friend's number, he placed the phone over his ear and waited for him to accept the call "what happened??" Came Jackson's worried voice after just three rings.
Damon rolled his eyes and grumbled "I'm unable to locate Lilly, where is she??"
"What do you mean to locate her?? You're not there to kill her but to pick her up.." Jackson stopped, took a deep breath in before continuing "...and besides, you went there early ...she's still rehearsing"
"Where??"
"The ice rink right across her school"
Damon ended the call as soon as he found out the girl's whereabouts and immediately made his way across the street. Walking through the doors, he was met by Oscar.
"how may I help you??" The old man enquired, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Damon. He had never seen the man at the Ice rink before.
"I'm looking for a girl named Lilliana. '' Damon notet, showing him a picture of Lillian. A smile spread across Oscar's wrinkled face at the mentioning of the girl's name.
"Oh Liana is still in the rink, go through those doors" he said, pointing in the direction of another glass door. Nodding his head, Damon made his way in the direction. Music could be heard playing inside as he pushed the door open and from a distance, he could see Lilliana on the ice with her partner. He soundlessly walked to the seats outside the rink and sat down to watch.
He waited until the rehearsal was over and got up his seat just as a frowning Lilliana skated toward the rink's exit. She waved at him to get his attention and said "I'll be right back" before walking away toward the locker rooms with Cameron. Their coach turned to see whom she was talking to and smiled at the man, like many other women mesmerised by his handsome face and well built physique as he stood there still in his formal clothes with his jacket unbuttoned in the front.
She secretly fixed her hair and checked her teeth on the screen of her phone before making her way toward Damon.
"hello, I'm Jasmin Bassett… Lilliana and Cameron's dance coach, you must be??" She introduced herself, holding out her manicured hand for Damon's.
Accepting her hand, the man said "I'm Damon… Damon Michaelson, I'm her father's friend" for some unknown reason, he never liked telling the world that he was Lilliana's supposed uncle.
"Oh, I um I saw you watching… she's very talented" Mrs Bassett said, trying to start a conversation but the man showed little to no interest. Nodding his head nonchalantly, he took out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out one. Sticking it between his lips before taking out his lighter and lit it. He took a deep breath in of the toxic smoke and held it in his mouth for a few seconds before exhaling. He walked away from the woman to wait outside the building for the girl.
Lilliana walked out the locker rooms minutes later back in her school uniform. She looked around the rink for Damon before walking to her coach "where did he go??" She asked, the woman pointed at the glass doors with discontentbefore getting her things and left. Finding her behaviour odd, what happened to her?? Lilliana wondered but didn't give it much thought as she didn't want to keep Damon waiting any longer. She hugged Cameron goodbye and rushed out of the Ice rink.
"I'm here" She announced, stopping next to the man. Looking down at her, Damon nodded and took a last puff of his cigarette before dropping the butt on the paved ground and crushed it with his foot. He then took the girl's small hand in his huge one and crossed the street to get to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and waited until she was safely seated inside before walking around to get in behind the wheel and turned the car's ignition on.
“Seatbelt" he said, Lilliana slightly turned to the side in her seat to grab the belt and moved it across her chest to the other side of her waist.
"Why didn't dad come to get me??" She enquired not ready for another awkward ride with the man.
"He had a lot of work to do, what is it?? You don't like me driving you home??" Damon asked, the question swinging between him possibly being playful or offended, the girl doubted it was the first option.
"I… no, I… of course not" to the girl's surprise, he let out a deep haughty laugh when she stuttered trying to explain herself. Grumbling absurdities under her breath, Lilliana leaned back in her seat and looked outside the window at the tall buildings racing past their car.
They drove in silence for a few minutes until Lilliana's phone vibrated with a notification. Pressing her thumb on the bottom of the screen to unlock it, a notification appeared at the top of the screen… a reminder of her best friend's birthday that was on Wednesday, tomorrow. Remembering that she hadn't bought her a gift yet, she turned to Damon and nervously asked "can we go to the mall??"
"No" The man said almost immediately, causing a frown to form on the girl's face.
"what‽‽ why not??" She asked, looking at him but he had his eyes stuck on the road in front of him.
"Your father asked me to take you home and that's what I'm doing, he didn't say anything about taking you to the mall" Damon said, still not looking at her.
"But, I need to buy a birthday gift for Tessa" Lilliana argued almost pleadingly but the man didn't seem to care or hear as he continued driving toward her home.
She groaned, taking out her phone and logged in an app to request an Uber before saying "drop me here then"
Damon stole a glance away from the road to see if she was serious and asked "what??"
"Drop me here, I'll get an Uber later to take me home"
"No you won't" with Russians still intruding on his territory on a daily basis, his best friend would surely have his head if he let Lilliana go anywhere alone.
"I've already called it Damon, it's on its way and besides… if you stubbornly take me home, I'll just have to take it back to the city which means you'd have just wasted your precious time" Lilliana said with a shrug, trying to come off as unbothered as she can while she was nervously freaking out on the inside and looked outside the window.
A few seconds passed and the man groaned in defeat "fine" he said and immediately made a U-turn back to the city.
"I'm also gonna need your bank card" Lilliana informed, as they made their way to the centre of the city "...Or cash, if you have some" she quickly added when the man turned to her, stifling a giggle when he let out another groan.
Thirty minutes later, Damon pulled up in the mall's underground garage and turned the car's ignition off before stepping out of the car. Once again taking Lilliana's hand in his, he led her into the mall.
"Buy whatever you want," he said, taking out his wallet and pulled out his black card as they walked into their first store.
"Thank you" the girl said, hesitantly reaching out her hand to take it from between his fingers before hurrying deeper into the store leaving him behind. The man took a seat in one of the chairs and looked at his phone all the while keeping an eye on the girl as she timidly looked around the products and chose a few she liked before using Damon's card to pay and the two moved on to the other stores.
After hours of going in and out of different stores: jewellery, lingerie and clothing stores trying to find the perfect gift for her friend she finally decided on a bracelet. A silver chain with beautiful intricates and diamonds decorating it but what really drew her attention to it was the italic letter T hanging on the side also decorated in diamonds. She had heard Tessa gush over something like the bracelet more than one time.
She had the salesperson pack it up in a small gift box before leaving the jewellery store with a complaining Damon following close by and made her way toward the mall's exit into the underground garage. She opened the trunk of the car for Damon to put her shopping bags inside before walking around to get in the car.
"Remind me to never do that again with you" Damon grumbled getting in the driver's side a minute later, Lilliana only chuckled strapping on her seatbelt. They reversed out of the parking spot and drove out of the garage getting back on the road.
Damon's phone rang with a call from Jackson, unsure if it was safe or not for the girl to hear the contents of the call whatever they may be. He plugged his Bluetooth device in his ear before accepting the call "yes??"
"Come to the eastern warehouse, we caught one of the invaders," Jackson informed, the muscles on Damon's clenched jaw. His grip around the steering wheel tightening in both anticipation and anger, finally they had found someone for him to vent all of his frustration on.
"I'm on my way" he said, before ending the call and took the Bluetooth device out of his ear, tossed it inside the cup holder and focused back on the road.
An hour and a half later, he stopped outside his friend's home and patiently waited for the girl to get all of her shopping bags from inside his trunk before driving off to the said warehouse. Suspecting nothing, Lilliana walked in the house heading straight upstairs to her bedroom with the shopping bags. Dropping them on her bed, she took off her blazer, her jordans suffocating her feet and undid her tie before getting on the bed to unpack. Starting with Tessa's gift, she placed it inside one of the nightstand drawers.
Meanwhile, in the eastern warehouse just outside the city about three hours away from the Barnette residence. A man sat in the middle of the dimly lit basement bound to a steel chair. As he waited for Damon, he was subjected to a tirade of abuse and different methods of torture from Jackson and some of his men. They had strangled him, beat him, broke some of his bones, peeled some of his fingernails and as a final touch to their work of art nailed both of his palms flat on the chair's armrests. Everytime his body succumbed to the pain, they poured freezing cold water with ice still in it over his head to keep him awake.
Jackson warned him that what they were doing was just a warm up compared to what Damon was going to do to him once he arrived but the man stubbornly kept mum, he refused to say a word against his boss.
He flinched when the basement door suddenly opened and lifted his head to see whom it was this time, there for their share of torturing his already battered body. There wasn't a part on his body that wasn't bruised His body hurt so much, in so many different ways that he couldn't focus on anything else. He hated being in his own skin more so that he felt death would be a blessing, one he'd never get a chance to neither accept nor decline. Damon was never going to let him go that easily without getting the answers to all of his questions.
Damon stepped in the room and walked to the steel table by the wall brandishing different torturing devices. He took off his jacket and neatly placed it on the table before approaching the bleeding man in the room, moaning and groaning in pain with every breath he took. He stopped in front of him and grabbed a chair, placed it a couple of feet away from him and sat down comfortably leaning his back on the backrest with his legs manspread. He silently examined his bruises searching for a place to put his mark and felt proud when he found none. His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim.
Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.
The look on his face sinister, cold and calculating as he continued "...and when there's nothing else left, I'll think of something else but I will never let you die so I suggest you start talking" he leaned back in his seat, giving his victim a chance to make the right decision but of course he chose the latter.
"Fuck you" the man spewed in his thick Russian accent and immediately clenched his teeth suppressing another moan of pain as his gums ached in areas where his tooth were now missing. He spit blood at Damon to show his disgust and disregard for the man, the blood landing on the man's shining shoe. Instead of losing control and snapping his neck out of anger, Damon calmly reached in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe it clean before getting up and walked back to the table to put on a plastic apron and a pair of plastic sleeves to protect his clothes from any of the blood splatters.
His eyes once again scanned over every tool capable of inflicting pain in its own way when handled right by the right hand and stopped on his dagger. Taking it back in his hand, he traced its sharp edge with his finger leaving a small crimson line behind. His lips stretched into a creepy lopsided grin as he stalked back to his victim, spinning the sharp blade between his fingers.
“One last chance, who sent you??" He asked, hovering dangerously over the man. Shaking with fear and in pain the man said nothing, he was taught betrayal was not an option from where he came from but sacrifices were necessary and he would rather take hours of torture than give him up ...that's how terrified he was of his boss. But his determination and stupid show of his loyalty was slowly faltering as Damon worked on his body, as promised he didn't hold back. Slicing his left ear from his head and threw it on his lap before walking around him to cut off his other ear, then walked around to pay attention to his face.
Holding his head back with one hand he used the other to gauge out the first eye, a blood curdling scream filled the room as he tried to get away from his attacker. Damon continued until he fell unconscious, he felt the side of his neck for a pulse and sighed when he had one but it was very faint. He couldn't afford to have the man die, if not answers to his questions then he'll surely beg for death. Standing upright he took a step back from him and asked "Any news on the trucks??" taking off the plastics that've been protecting him.
"We found the trucks.." Jackson said, leaning against the wall behind him with a cigarette between his lips. Letting out a silver cloud of smoke he continued with a shrug " ...but they were empty, they took the cocaine with them when they fled from our guys"
Damon let out an exasperated groan, walking back to the steel table to get his jacket, he was slowly losing his patience with the idiotic Russians who thought taking England from him was the best idea. It had taken him years to get all four countries of the United Kingdom under his reign and he was not about to give them away without a fight, a fight in which they'll die of course.
"Check all the harbour ports, it's gonna be hard for them to transport that much cocaine ...I'll go check on Lilly" he said before walking out of the warehouse and getting inside his car, he drove back to his friend's house.
Walking in, he found Lilliana sound asleep on a sofa in the living room curdling a fury ball and the tv still playing. Not wanting to disturb her sleep, he left his jacket on the table in the welcoming hall and made his way toward her. Scowling when the ball moved, as Snowflake cautiously lifted her head at the sound of approaching footsteps to see whom it was but soon relaxed when she noticed a familiar face and rested its head back on its front paws. Damon rolled his eyes and grabbed a throw on the sofa's armrest and spread it over the girl's sleeping form. He turned the TV off and walked up the stairs to his bedroom to freshen up before going to sleep.
NIGHT OUT???.....Early in the morning, just as the sun began its rise painting the sky a yellowish colour. Lilliana's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up straight, she looked around the living room confused. Had she fallen asleep while waiting for her father?? She wondered, her eyes stopping on the throw still covering her lower half. Another question came to her mind, had her father returned home last night?? That was plausible, who else would come into her home and throw a throw over her if not her father??With that thought, she tossed the material aside and lowered her feet onto the carpeted floor. She stretched her limbs before getting up and went straight into the kitchen in search of something edible to put in her empty stomach before doing anything else. To her good fortune, she's greeted by the delicious smell of freshly cooked breakfast and her father in an apron holding a pan in his hand."Morning princess" the man said, when he saw the girl walking in. She had her hand up to
DRUNK DAMON...At the party, surrounded by the foul smell of alcohol, drunk teenagers grinding their sweat covered bodies against each other and loud music blurring through the walls. Lilliana sat alone at the bar with a glass of mojito in front of her. She had initially asked for a bottle of water but the bartender refused with the reason "you're at a party and I only serve cocktails" She didn't know much about cocktails so she had said the first drink that came to her mind."Tell me something..." the bartender started, placing another glass of a cold mojito infront of the girl. Lilliana looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, a sign for him to continue." ...no offence, you're pretty but you don't exactly look like the type of girl who's always out at night.." that was true, she preferred her nights quiet and peaceful. Instead of a beer, she'd rather have a book in her hand. " ...so why did you come to this party?? I know it's definitely not for the soft drink" definitely, the girl
ARE YOU VIRGIN LILLY??..."Don't worry, I don't fuck virgins" Damon suddenly said, making her stop in her steps and turn to him with a scowl. Was that even necessary??"Who said I'm a virgin" she bit back without thinking and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, realising her mistake. She cursed herself in her head for saying the words out loud but it was a little too late. The man's hand stopped mid air as he was about to take a sip of his drink. He looked in her direction and asked "what??" a deep scowl on his handsome face. In his mind, the question was supposed to lead to a playful bickering not a revelation. The girl was supposed to shy away and not challenge him."What??" She repeated, nervously. Damon placed the glass down on the counter in front of him before getting up and stalked toward her."What did you just say??" Lilliana shook her head, taking a step back from him and mumbled a small "nothing" when he stopped in front of her. His giant figure intimidatingly hoverin
REGRET??....."Fuck" Damon growled, walking in the guest room across Lilliana's bedroom. At least he was able to get back control of his drunk mind before things got worse. That was his only solace. He punched the wall next to the door, leaving a dent in the once smooth surface and rushed to the bathroom to wash his hand in the sink… needing to get rid of her scent. It was no secret he liked touching her, the tent in his pants was proof enough but he knew better. He had watched that girl grow up… bathed that same body so how could he touch her like that. He splashed cold water on his face to detoxify before looking up in the mirror and let out a groan at his reflection when he thought of Lilliana's teary emerald eyes. Did he have to be so harsh?? He wanted to go back downstairs and hold her in his arms. Apologise for his behaviour but quickly dismissed the thought out of his head. The chances of him not fucking her if he went back down there were close to zero at the moment and he d
TENSION'S RUNNING HIGHAfter rehearsal, Cameron dropped Lilliana home. The girl tiredly changed out of her uniform and into her lounge wear before making her way downstairs. She went into the kitchen to fix herself some snacks while dancing to the loud music playing in her bluetooth speaker… an attempt to distract her mind away from the bittersweet memories attached to the place before heading to their TV lounge. She sat her snacks and a cup of her favourite chocolate milk on the coffee table to turn on the TV and sank onto a one seater couch with a loud sigh. Other than the egg-swing chair in her room, the sofa was her second favourite. It always seemed to swallow her small body when she was sitting on it. Lilliana leaned forward to get her snacks from the table, took a sip of her drink and spent the rest of the day watching her favourite tv series on binge. She only got up when it was almost time for her father to come back home from work and got started with making dinner. Their f
REGRET, IT SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED…"You're wet… go change" Lilliana scowled at his words and stared at him. Was it that obvious to him that he aroused her even with the simplest actions and yet he was still unaffected??"I mean your top little flower" he explained with a soft chuckle. The girl looked down and saw her tank top clinging to her bare breasts. Her erect nipples cut through the wet material like sharp knives."Oh" was all she said, pushing him away from her to create some distance between them and grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands before side stepping him. A little disappointed that even her breasts didn't affect him. "Lilly… " Damon stopped her just when she was about to walk out of the kitchen " ...about what happened between us""What about it??" The girl asked, still looking away from him. She already knew in her head what the man was about to say but hoped to hear something different.Damon took a deep breath in before continuing, he himself knew what he was abo
CAITLIN BATHORY...It had been two days since Lilliana last saw Damon, two days since he touched the girl and then rejected her. Yet she still couldn't forget his harsh words, he regretted what happened between them… said it was a mistake he'd never repeat and he was right. Or at least the girl had been trying to convince herself that he was, for the past two days locked up in her room alone. That this was what the two of them needed to cope with their situation. At least Damon had the decency to keep the matter to himself or else the girl would've surely been grounded for life or worse… disowned by her father. She sat alone in her room, by the window with the curtains open and the big round moon shining down on her through the glass. Giving her skin a glittering lustre, its bright light serving as the only light in the dark silent room as she read her new favourite novel. She had her legs hiked up to her chest on the window seat and a velvet silver grey cushion nestled over her lap
AAHH!!She's woken up a few minutes later by the sound of someone's screams. Jumping out of her bed, she ran toward her door and flew it open to check what could be the problem. The scream sounded again, this time a little different. It sounded more like a moan of pleasure than a cry for help."Please" came another from the room across from hers. Her grip around the doorknob tightened in realisation as she glared daggers at the closed door and her eyes got moist. Damon was having sex with Caitlin. Closing the door, she turned back to her bed. Her vision grew blurry with every step she took closer to it. But why did it bother her?? She wondered crawling back under the covers. Caitlin was Damon's girlfriend or so people thought and he had every right to be with her in every way whatsoever. Resting her head on the cotton pillow, Lilliana closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep but the knowledge of the man she loved being intimate with another wouldn't allow her such pleasure. Her
I'M READY FOR MY DESSERT...Late in the afternoon, Johnson was working from home. He sat in the living room with his eyes lowered and focused on the laptop's screen that was on his lap as his fingers moved around the keyboard. His ears perked up with interest at the sound of approaching footsteps, forcing his attention from his work. He looked up from the white screen and asked “Where are you two going??” when he noticed Damon and Lilliana walking down the stairs, all dressed up and seemingly going somewhere.Lilliana was wearing a mini yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps that stopped mid her thighs with white boots to avoid any suspicion, while Damon was still dressed in his suit as he'd just returned from his office. Reaching the ground floor, the girl went into the kitchen and Damon walked up to his friend.“I'm taking Lilly skating” He easily lied.“You‽‽” the man frowned at his friend, his eyes skipping to his daughter now leaving the kitchen with a bottle of water in her h
WEAR SOMETHING EASILY ACCESSIBLE...Once done with preparing breakfast, Jackson took away all the dirty dishes he'd used from the kitchen island and put them in a sink before filling it with warm water soap to clean later. He then untied the straps of the black apron hanging around his neck and took it off. Folding it neatly, the man pulled open one of the drawers and stashed it inside before excusing himself. He walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs, presumably heading back to his bedroom to freshen up. Belinda's phone on the kitchen counter top vibrated with a call a minute later. The woman looked down at its lit up screen to check to see who the caller was and hurriedly placed the mug between her palms down when a name of her most recent client appeared. Picking it up from the island, she too excused herself and got up from her stool.Damon watched her leave, disappear down the spacious hall as she made her way out the glass sliding door for privacy. He waited until he
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LIP?? WILD NIGHT??...“You did so fucking good, love” Damon praised, gently pulling his now softening member out of Lilliana's still pulsating centre and pulled his pants up. Picking the girl up bridal style, he turned around on his feet about to head toward her bathroom and take care of her but she stopped him.“Can I just go to bed??” She mumbled, the words coming out of her mouth in a tired whine.The man looked down at her still flushed face, contemplating whether or not to do as she asked for a second before giving in. He walked toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room instead and carefully lowered Lilliana onto the soft mattress. He laid her down and made sure she was comfortable before going in the bathroom in search of something to use to clean her up. Stopping in front of the bathroom counter, he grabbed one of the towels hanging on the towel rack and dropped it in the basin. He opened one of the faucets, soaking it in warm water before takin
"God yes" Lilliana moaned, tilting her head back when the started sucking on the button and curled her fingers around his hair. The man sucked a little harder at her approval and let out a groan to share his own approval at the pain the girl inflicted with her every tug of his hair.He sucked and flicked his tongue on it until it was sensitive to the touch and the girl was now riding his face. Drunk in lust, the girl closed her palm tightly around the soft silky strands of his hair to keep his head between her thighs and slowly began moving her hips to the rhythm of the man's wet tongue.Her shyness seemed to have disappeared as she willingly pushed her core more into the man's mouth. She moaned, grinding her now swollen and stimulated button on it as she chased after her finish. Her eyeballs rolled back into their sockets as she enjoyed the warmth surrounding her core and the wet skillful tongue luring her climax closer with every second that went by.Damon dropped his hands from the
TWO DAYS LATERLilliana was in her room getting ready for bed after dinner and was still in her bathrobe. Having decided to sleep naked that night because of the hot weather, she took it off and tossed it over to the other side of the bed before bending over to open the covers. She was about to climb onto the soft mattress when she heard the silent screech made by her doorknob as someone repeatedly twisted and turned it back and forth to open the door but couldn't as it was locked from the inside, followed by three knocks.The girl let out a disapproving groan, grabbing the bathrobe from her bed and slipped it back on before begrudgingly making her way toward the door. Wrapping her fingers around the, she turned it around slightly to unlock the door before pulling the door open and started in a whiny tone “Dad I'm sleeping…” thinking it was her father but soon stopped when instead of Johnson she saw Damon standing in the hallway with his body leaned up against the wall right next to
FACING THE MUSIC…The morning came and the two friends were now sitting in the kitchen, having breakfast. Lilliana was sitting on one of the kitchen stools with a bowl of cereal in front of her and a silver spoon in her right hand while her friend was standing on the other side of the kitchen island across from her. She had her phone in her hands, her face bathed in white light from its screen as she went through the internet just searching for more information about pregnancy. Her eyes skimmed down different articles until they landed on what she was looking for.“Okay, so it says here that pregnant women experience morning sickness,” Tessa read out loud to Lilliana, forcing the girl's head up from the bowl and asking “... have you been feeling sick lately??”“No” Lilliana shook her head, stirring the little bit of cereal left in her bowl with her spoon. She hadn't gone back home the night before and was still hesitant to do so. She had instead slept over at Tessa's to try and buy he
PREGNANCY TEST RESULTS…Sometime went by and Tessa looked down at her phone screen to see how much time had gone by before turning to Lilliana. She now looked less stressed as she munched on the chocolate bar in her hand, her eyes on the screen. Tessa sighed, aware that what she was about to ask would soon take away her calm but they needed to find out the results in order to start thinking of a solution.“Liana??” She called, attracting Lilliana's attention away from the tv screen to herself “... how about we go see what the results are??” She asked and as presumed, the smile once on Lilliana's face disappeared and was replaced by a nervous scowl. The girl let out a heavy sigh before putting the chocolate in her hand down and got up from the bed. Tessa followed her into the bathroom and stopped by the door.Lilliana walked over to the counter with her eyes closed as she said a silent prayer, begging everything good in this world to turn the results negative. Opening them, she looked
PREGNANCY TESTS…Lilliana's woken up a couple of hours later by the delicious smell of food, wafting in her nostrils with her every intake of air. Opening her eyes, she stretched her limbs… yawning loudly before sitting up straight. She looked around the room now bathed in the rosy and salmon-pink light from outside, peeping through the open curtains as the sun retreated back into the clouds, signalling the end of the day. Her eyes stopped on a tray of food on her bedroom lounge table by the sliding door leading outside onto her balcony.The girl's stomach grumbled loudly, urging her to go find out the source of the smell now all over her room. She crawled out of her bed and approached the table on her tiptoes, ignoring the cold tiles beneath her feet. She bent over and took the lid over the tray off, subsequently uncovering the different homemade dishes underneath. Her mouth watered, her taste buds anticipating the tangy taste of and as her eyes hungrily scanned over the plates.She
BROKEN TRUST…The whole landscape was bathed in the warm glow of the rising sun when Lilliana finally decided to leave her bedroom. Walking down the stairs in her pyjamas, she frowned at the unfamiliar faces running about in their house and went into the kitchen.“Dad, what's going on?? What’s with the new faces??” She asked, joining her father and his best friend in the kitchen.“Oh they're from the cleaning company, Belinda called them to help her clean the house after last night,” the man explained, standing by the sink with a mug of steaming hot coffee in his hand before bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip.“Belinda?? But that's Katherine's job, where is she?? Is she okay??” The girl enquired, her voice full of concern. Her father froze at her questions and looked at his friend, who had the same worried expression on his face as the one on his. It had completely slipped their minds that Lilliana didn't know about Katherine's betrayal.“Well princess, you see… “ Jackson sta