- ISOBEL - It's noon. I'm waiting for Nina to come and pick us up. James and I went to an arcade. He did loosen up more and I anticipate doing this a second time. Just with a charge of course. Whatever I spent today wasn't for free. Nina will refund every buck to me. That's my way of punishing her. Although, with her promotion, she wouldn't even mind doing that. I check my watch. Nina said she'll be here over five minutes ago. James and I are standing outside a sushi restaurant. That's where Nina agreed to pick us up. I think I'll use this chance to talk to her and get back to the café. I'm a hungry adult and the snack I crave goes there. The waitress said he's usually away at this time but I shall try my luck. A honk deafens my ears and I tighten my grip on James' hand. I've been holding onto him like a mother hen. I have been in a situation where a child under my care has gone missing before and it was not funny. I called a search party of course but the mother of that
- ISOBEL - He’s not here. You can’t imagine my disappointment when I waltzed into the cafè and realised he wasn’t there. I searched the whole place just to know if he changed seats but he didn’t. He was gone. I sip out of the straw dug in my iced tea, swirling the cup gently while sat in one of the double seater tables. Nina is sat opposite me. I can’t believe she made me babysit for an appointment she had in the spa while having a makeover. I mean I’m jealous, but that was not a solid reason to dump her cousin’s child with me. “I want to be a babysitter.” I finally blurt out. Nina chokes on the croissant in her mouth. I gaze at her for a brief second, checking if she’s okay. She is. I turn my gaze away once she drinks out of her cup of coffee. Coffee is not good for her. I’ve told her so many times to stop taking caffeinated drinks but her addicted ass won’t listen. “A... are you sure?” Leaves her mouth as she ask me carefully. Her eyes rest on me like a hawk. I nod, takin
- CAMERON - My alarm clock rings, waking me up. I groan, keeping my head pressed down my pillow as I stretch my arm out, reaching my bed table, to turn it off. It has been a long few days. Taking The Lawyer’s advice to have a few weeks off to clear my head is doing me good. I’m processing a lot of things. Plus, I’m finally coming to terms with father’s death. Those documents proved to be more for my healing than I expected. I’m glad he passed them on. I sigh, turning around so my body faces the ceiling. My room is dark. Every window is sealed shut by the curtains and the lights are off. I know it’s morning but I prefer to keep it this way. The grey painting of my room along with the grey sheets, tiles, bed stand, and every furniture aids with this darkness, giving my room a warm feeling. I discarded every worker at my home to enjoy my alone time to the fullest and I’ve got to admit, keeping myself busy with chores definitely aids to heal my mind. During these past few days, I
- CAMERON - Sitting at the table by the corner of a cafe, I sip my coffee. I let out an exhale, easing my mouth of the burn caused by the coffee. I look at my wrist to check the time on my watch. My siblings should be here any time soon. I’m actually anticipating this. I sigh. The past few months have been weird and these few days have been weirder. This casual meeting might actually be a good thing, and maybe father’s missing child will show up. He’s someone I’d really love to meet. Apart from Anastasia, my half sister whom I’ve already had numerous encounters with, I wonder what kind of personalities await me. Hopefully, no matter how awkward, they’ll be intriguing. Some of my step siblings have families. My lips forms a line, it’s good to know that not all of them ended up with shitty, mentally traumatised lives like I did. They found their escape. That’s something I’m hoping to find. What would be my escape though? Maybe gardening, I chuckle at my thought. For some str
- ISOBEL - “How long do you plan to stalk him?” Nina’s words of our conversation yesterday replays in my head. “As long as I can to know the kind of woman he likes. Know the things he’s accustomed to so I can bend my way into his life .” Was my response to Nina. I plan to be the lioness heading towards the target. It won’t be long before he succumbs to my whims once I approach him. A honk snaps me back to earth and I stare at the path I’m walking on. It’s morning. I’m making my way to my usual café with my very first and best client’s child by my side with my hand tugged well in his. James. I do have a nutrition list for every child I babysit and so far, his parents are the most fluid. James loves coming to the café with me and while part of me thinks it’s because of the cute cashier, the other part believes he enjoys the snacks here. Either way, it’s good for me. It’s my third time babysitting him this week. And my third time having the splendour of coming here. I push the
- ISOBEL - Guilt. I’m laying down on a bed with people by my side pushing the bed I’m on forward. My vision is blurred and I can’t make sense of my environment but all I can see is white and so many lights. What happened? I hear the sound of my breathing. It’s loud. Almost like my mouth and nose are enclosed in something I can’t wrap my head around. I want to move but I can’t. My hands feel glued to the moving bed even though I know they’re not. I may be partially out of touch with my environment and my body but one thing I can tell is there’s nothing binding my body to anything. Where’s Nina? Where’s Cameron? My eyes close. They slowly open. I’m not moving anymore yet the lights are still as blinding as ever. I squint, trying to block excessive light from reflecting on my face. Why is there some kind of guilt eating me up like something bad happened to them and it’s my fault? My head turns to the side. Someone’s standing by my side. I try to move my fingers out
- ISOBEL - I couldn’t catch my breath all through the drive. He managed to break every bit of composure in my body with just a few sentences. Did he just ask me out? Well, indirectly. My mind is in scrambles and I can’t fully wrap my head around what happened in his car. ‘See you later, angel.’ Still replays in my mind, that’s the last thing he said when I got out of his car. My eyes roll in my socket as I bite my lower lip. He did what I didn’t have the courage to do!! I try to hide my blush with my hair by pushing strands of hair over my face as I walk through the pedestrian walkway in my estate. I couldn’t let him drop me home and lied I was going to meet with a friend. If Cain was home and even sighted just a bit of his car from a distance with me in it, he would act out. I can’t risk Cain acting out and ruining my chances. Not anymore. He’d destroy things before it even starts. I turn back to look around, checking for traces of his car, when I found none, I stare
- NINA - “Don’t you dare answer that.” Cain’s voice resonates in my ears as he makes his presence known from behind me in the café. My heart skips a beat when I hear him and my body hair stands. He sits opposite me, on the seat tucked in the double seater table I’m sat, staring at me menacingly with a dark grin. He was monitoring her chat again. This disgusting pig! My nose flares up and I feel my brows furrow with a frown. I hang up, ending the incoming call before it even started. “You’re a grown man Cain.” I say, clenching my fists and leaning comfortably in my seat. My stance, although easy, holds authority. “Stop playing petty games and get a life.” A half smile forms on my face. The one that shows how utterly disgusted I am at him. “This is my life.” An eerie smirk follows that darkened tone, making me nervous but I don’t show it. I lean closer, resting my torso on the table with one of my elbows pressing the table to support my pose. My legs cross underneath the ta
- CAMERON - I don’t want to do anything right now. I feel awful. Well, not entirely awful, just the absence of her presence here is noticeable and this is odd. She’s only been here once and I was barely at home when she was, so why does the few minutes I spent with her hurt like a bitch? I don’t know. When Isobel left, I hopped into the shower to clear my head and wash every trace of blood off my body. Being in the shower as warm water ran down my body made me realise how much of an asshole I was. Dumbass! I judge myself in my head. Who the fuck lets a girl slip away when she was just under his mercy, begging to be laid? Which same man doesn’t want to hop on that opportunity? What is wrong with me and being logical? Shit. Not to talk of the fact that I made her feel like shit. The look on her face showed how saddened she was and that kind of broke me. Back then, I wasn’t even sure if it was the right time to invite her to Emily’s wedding as my plus one of if that would’
- ISOBEL -He’s such a jerk. I frown staring out the planes of the car window, deep in thought. I can’t believe he just gave me the ‘I like you but it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit talk, well, it’s similar but that’s not the point.I want him. Maybe sexually and more but I’m open about it. He claims to want me but he’s not doing anything to prove it. A sigh leaves my lips. Guilt immediately washes over me.Maybe taking care of my hospital bills after Cain crashed our first date and paying for the apartment I live in right now, along with the fact that I ended up in his home after collapsing last night proves it.I immediately shove the thought away. That’s him acting as a father! I don’t want him to be a father to me, I want him to be my daddy. I want him to have me on my knees, waiting to be used by him in every single way. I groan out loud.I can’t tell if my need is due to the fact that I’ve not had sex for months coupled with the fact that the best manly thing in my life is him or
- CAMERON -This took longer than I expected. I groan aloud walking, shutting the front door leading to my anti room. It’s past seven pm and one word to describe my day? It’s hectic. I drop my keys on the center table the moment I stroll into the living room. I relive my shoulders of my coat, twisting my shoulder backwards to give a self massage.My arms hurt. A smirk forms on my face. Of course they’ll hurt after so much hand activity today. Don’t ask me what, but I assume it’s safe to say Mister Davis Scott, the gentleman at the club who harassed Isobel, won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again. No I didn’t kill him, I just put him in an induced coma. One that will surely last for a very long while. I drop my coat on my folded hand, taking my watch off as I ascend up the stairs. I’m literally stripping myself off every single thing I’m putting on, mainly because I want to crash on my bed immediately I get into my room and also because I need to shower.I’ve got blood stains on cer
- ISOBEL-I'm locked up in a room. There is no one and nothing for me to converse with for I do not know where my phone is. I also don't know if it's right to wander around someone else's house without his consent.I sigh, pacing around this room. This is so frustrating and unfair. It's certainly not how I pictured being in his house would be like. I fall in the bed, assuming a sitting position.He's not even here. That asshole left me alone unbothered in his home. I could be a thief!But I'm not. My mind contends.I'm just pissed off. Apart from food that's brought to me from time to time, I have nothing else to do but stay here and stare at the ceiling till he comes back. Whenever that is.I'm not even anticipating it.You liar! My mind yells. I scoff. Battling with my thoughts has been something I've had to deal with being me with barely any friends. Call me crazy but I have conversations in my head with myself sometimes and I'm perfectly sane. I fall flat on the bed. At least for
- CAMERON - I don’t know how long I can control myself with this need coursing through my veins. Every thing in me wants her. My being is running mad by not having her as mine yet with this new arrival of this human in the supermarket, and seeing her in danger nearly unlocking a part in me I never thought I would see anytime soon, something tells me to stay away a little longer. Just for a little while. Not even for my sake, but for hers. I know how traumatic what she went through last night was, and the last thing I’d want is to add more trauma to her life by getting closer to her, if that note from the supermarket was for me. But damn, I would fall if she makes a pass on me again and I know it. After all, I’m just a man with desires. A lot of desires. And the main object of my desire happens to be in my bedroom. The main magnetic pull to unleash such desires. Tempting. Very tempting. I hear a vibration. It’s coming from the pocket of my coat. I dip my hand in it to take my
- ISOBEL - I groan. I feel my brows narrowing and easing off on my face continuously and my eyes are still closed. I turn my head to the side. It rests in the softest pillow I’ve ever laid on. This is when I open my eyes. A subtle gasp leaves my lips. I don’t know where I am. My eyes drapes over my body, neatly tucked in a duvet on a super king sized bed. I raise the duvet covers up to gaze at my lower half. I’m not dressed as usual was yesterday. My fingers squeeze the duvet. Someone changed me into these clothes. My eyes still linger on my body as I try to think. Suddenly, everything flashes in. Like a bad memory, I can picture the events of my night. I was drunk and vulnerable then a man approached me. . . I feel awful. . . The man was getting handsy and deliberately choking me of air till my senses were losing touch of my environment. I remember him being all over me, then I fainted. My heart is starting to beat faster. Did he. . . I think I’m going to puke, a hand
- NINA - I am worried. ‘Where are you?’ I text for the fortieth time this night. Yes, I got so desperate that I actually counted how many times I’ve texted her without getting a response from her side and none from the unknown caller either. Considering Isobel didn’t text me herself, I assumed she got drunk and probably asked someone else to do the calling but how can I stay sane when neither she nor the person in question is answering my calls? I’m concerned. Very concerned. I dial her number again and hold my phone to my ears, listening to each ring. The moment the typical recorded, electronic message resounds through the phone, I hang up immediately. ‘Where are you?!’ I text, espying over the car park and the front of the club that’s accessible to my view from here. ‘I’m outside waiting. Please,’ I stare for a considerable long time at my incompletely typed message on my phone. I take a deep breath then proceed to type it further. ‘Call me. I’ll be out for an extra hou
- NINA - I’d hate myself later. My phone is on silent and it’s safely kept in the silver purse hanging down from my wrist in front of me as both my hands support it on my thighs as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. I should be in the club but I’m with my father and I dare not touch my phone. I dare not let myself, his heiress, get distracted during a job. It is both unsightly and unfitting for someone like me. And that’s why I have been ignoring every buzz or light up of my phone screen because I know what these notifications could be. No, not what they could be but what they are. Isobel is probably trying to reach me. I constantly remain scornful towards myself but I’d rather be scolded afterwards by Isobel than scolded by my father. He must not sense any bit of hindrance or weakness in me and never in front of his men. The excruciating groan of the man in front of us reverberates in my ears, causing my bland eyes to rest on him. Tied to the ground with thick, bro
- CAMERON - I wish I carried my gun. I’ve never had the urge to murder someone as much as I do now. I remember hearing his grunts as my blood stained fist plummeted into his face. I remember the ecstasy and excitement that came with serving justice with my own hands. I hated it but it felt refreshing. If there wasn’t a lady who needed my care in that instant, I fear I would’ve broken more than just his face. I would’ve ensured that every bit of his insufferable body was pulverised till it would render him paralysed for life. My eyes rests on the collapsed figure slumped on the passenger seat. She’s completely blacked out. The more I look at her, the angrier I get. I’m pissed off at the untrained, ill mannered mongrel who roamed freely in the club and approached her and I’m pissed off that she left herself defenceless and drunk when she knows how dangerous people creeping in her environment are. How can someone be so careless? Why the fuck does her action faze me this much w