BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES I could take anything from Brian, but what I couldn't take was him blaming me for Stacy's recklessness. He had no idea how much she threatened me. I was still struggling to wrap my head around why he never saw any wrong in her. I walked out, slamming the door pretty hard behind me. However, I couldn't leave the building. I was exhausted and didn't want to be roaming the streets aimlessly, so I sat right outside. I was there until the setting of the sun and Brian didn't, as much as, come out the door in search of me. A few minutes to 6pm, I left the house, doing the very thing I didn't want to do - running into the streets aimlessly. Halfway into my directionless journey, I was met with a pleasant surprise. “Ashley!” I called excitedly, as I ran towards her, throwing my arms around her neck. She seemed very excited to see me too, and I was glad to be more knowledgeable on navigating the streets of Vegas. “How are you doing?” She asked, looking at just h
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES We were awake not very early the next morning, but still up in the attic when we heard shouting and loud thuds coming from downstairs. Ashley peeped out of the small window, since she was closer, being that she was preparing for her day. I, on the other hand, only had one job, and that was to stay put in the attic and not get discovered by my parents. “It's Brian,” she said. His name sounded like I was ‘booed’ into a jump scare. “Williams, give me my wife! I know she's here!” We heard Brian yelling at the top of his voice. Brian's yelling was more than chaotic enough, but it got worse with my parents' arrival on the scene. “There is a reason you didn't find any dog around here in the course of your stay and even after, Brycee,” My mother came down heavily on him as soon as they were out in the premises. “Where is she?” He demanded of them. “Who?” My father asked. “Blair,” he replied harshly, “I know she's here,” “You must be out of your mind,” my mothe
BRIAN'S POV “Hello,” I heard a familiar voice. “It's Stacy,” she introduced, her voice feeble and fainting. “If you're not alone, you don't have to say anything,” she spoke one sentence after another, not giving any room for me to say anything. That didn't matter though, because I was too stunned to speak. “I will send you an address, we need to see, Brian,” she said. “Make sure you come alone,” I said, “and come right now Brian,” she added, hanging up. It sounded like she was so sure I was with someone. Steven's call came in, just after hers. “What's happening Brian?” Blair asked, I stared at my phone, buzzing with Steven's call. I walked away from Blair without another word to her.“Steven,” I replied, shutting the door behind me and walking farther away.“I traced the car, Brian,” he said, his voice revealing a sense of urgency. “That wasn't your car in the accident,” Steven said, “and I'm beginning to think Stacy wasn't in the car either.” He said. “Yea, tell me about
BRIAN'S POV CONTINUES I slowly opened my eyes, recognizing the ceiling of the luxurious house. It had a pure white ceiling top, with lights buried in them and a chandelier right in the middle. The walls were painted in gray, with shape patches of black on the left and right wall, which were my favorite colors. The color coding of the room instantly made it a place of comfort, but it didn't erase the million questions in my mind. ‘Where the fuck is this?’ ‘Was Stacy abducted?’ ‘Who’s behind all of this?’ ‘Why?’ The list went on and on, every question opening a link to another. I tried to get out of bed, but my head was still very much aching from the blow it received. Additionally, I found my hands chained to the bed rails below. “What the hell!” I exclaimed out loud. “Hello?” I yelled, calling the attention of anyone at all who could hear me. Hello?” I yelled even louder, dragging the chains on my hands forcefully. “You're up,” I heard a familiar voice, with bold footste
BLAIR'S POV After waiting out for hours, with no sign of Brian, I was restless and had to do something about it. It was at that moment I was upset as to why I didn't own a phone. Mother and father would never allow it, but what was the excuse now? I also barely had any access to money as Brian took care of everything around here and wouldn't let me work. I returned to the mansion, dragging Ashley along and we headed to the police station together. The police reported not seeing Brian the whole day. I walked out of the police station with my head to the floor, not very sure how to feel. “Ashley, is he lying to me?” I asked, even though I wasn't expecting her to reply. “I'm sure there's a good explanation for this,” Ashley replied, sounding so soothing. “Is he in trouble?” I voiced out all of my concerns. “Blair, you have to calm down,” she said, “perhaps we can reach a family or friend?” She asked. The only family or friend that Brian had was Steven, and considering the dynam
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES I couldn't be excited over my first phone coming from Brian, since his messages were scary and I wasn't sure what to think anymore. I made him breakfast, helped him shower and did every other thing for him. I didn't dare to leave his side, since I didn't want him to leave me. I had tears at the base and edges of my eyes, watching him like a hawk. We remained in proximity, until it was past noon. “Blair,” he called, his tone still weak and frail. “I would like a bucket of wings, please,” he said. I looked at him and wasn't sure if to be excited that he finally wanted something to eat or worried that I had to go out to get it, since we didn't have any in the house. He declined the chocolate and other beverage options I gave to him in the morning. “Please, Blair,” he pleaded, before I got the chance to politely decline.“Alright,” I responded, under my breath, collecting some money from his wallet and heading out. It was a distance away, and luckily, I foun
BLAIR’S POV I fell into the chair in the room, with nothing but pain in my heart and tears in a non-stop flow from my eyes. ‘What was happening?’ I queried. ‘Maybe, just maybe, I was never supposed to be here,’ ‘This was all a big mistake,’ I thought. ‘What was I supposed to do?’ I was in tears and buried in thoughts for a long while, until I dozed off, but was awakened by a knock on the door.I reluctantly got out of the sofa to the door. I opened the door without any questions, and found no one at the door. I lifted my head and found a vehicle hurriedly driving off. It was dark and only a few hours left until midnight, but I noticed the Royal blue color and recognized the vehicle as Brian's. I wasn't sure why anyone would knock on the door, only to zoom off, without a word, or as much as seeing my face. I was just about to return into the apartment, when I noticed a small letter on the floor, in front of the door. I picked it up and looked around, especially in the direct
BRIAN'S POV “I don't know what you hope to achieve with this, Stacy,” I said, as soon as she dropped the call with Blair. “She's a gold digger, she will dump right into your things with another man,” Stacy said. “Wouldn't you be talking about yourself, with that description?” I fired at her. The displeasure on Stacy's face was almost instant. “I don't appreciate getting insulted for trying to help you, Brian,” she said. “That's the problem, Stacy,” I don't see this helping me,” I responded in a very firm tone. “She was given to me in marriage, and she didn't have any idea who I was,” I said, “so what is this about?” “This is a terrible mistake,” I said, walking away, “I wonder why I ever consented to this nonsense,” heading for the door, furiously. “You can't leave now, Brian,” she said, “It’s too late.” Stacy said.“What are you yapping about?” I rolled my eyes. “You don't know?” She said, “You just became an accomplice to the murder of a man, Brian,” she said, her tone ca