BLAIR’S POV “Arggh,” Kieran groaned in pain, with a bleeding leg. He fell to the ground and was shivering from his hair tip to those of his toes. Kieran was sweating and in tears. “You know I hate not being spoken back to, the moment I speak,” Jane said. I immediately looked for somewhere to hide. “You really thought that you could plot an escape with Blair?” Jane queried, with mockery in her tone. “I own you, Kieran,” her tone grew more authoritative and louder. “We were doing so well together,” she said, slowly walking towards him, with the gun pointed at his head, such that Kieran only trembled before her. “You had everything you ever wanted,” she said, “everything!” “but you just had to ruin it for all of us, didn’t you?’ She laughed hysterically for a few seconds above sixty. “You want freedom?” she threw a rhetorical question, in jest of Kieran. “You lost it years ago with my brother, Kieran,” she yelled in his face.It was quite clear now. Kieran told no lies. Ja
BLAIR’S POV I was completely frozen and awaited my doom. Just before she got to me, her phone rang loudly and I guess it was something she couldn’t ignore, even though from the length of time she took to respond, it was obvious to tell her hesitation. “What?” She responded in anger. The silence that followed was an obvious sign that what ever information she got, was nothing delightful. Without another word, she hurried out of the house and zoomed off. I was finally able to breath, heaving a sigh of relief. I ran to Kieran, and found him hanging onto life by a very thin thread. “Kieran,” I called, shaking him rigorously. He was coughing blood and it was quite evident that there was very little left for him. “I’m so sorry, Kieran,” I could not stop apologizing to him, as tears flowed down my eyes in unending streams. I ran to the door, wanting to leave, but returned. I just couldn’t find myself leaving him.I was judged by my own heart. Not only had I failed to help him gai
BLAIR’S POV I felt a rush of emotions through me. Over the years, Jane had built some important connection in the state and I knew that it was pointless, going head to head against her, especially when all I had was words. There was no right action to take, well at least not for me. One thing I did know however, was that directly or indirectly, there had to be war. Jane had declared war. She was finally coming to light. All her evil colors were finally becoming visible, but sadly, only me could see her in the light of what she really was. My heart was burning with anger and a quest for revenge. She had admitted to be responsible for my mother’s death and even if I did nothing else, I wanted her to pay for her crime. I believed that no matter how evil my mother was, I should have been given the privilege to meet her. If my father did not resent his wife, what right did she have to end her life, in the guise of making her pay for her evil to my father, when in reality
BLAIR’S POVAs I watched her drive out for the second time, her last word triggered an idea. Jane was now battling from a place of power and if I was going to have a chance in a war against her, bringing her to book, I would need to be fighting from a place of power too. I picked my phone to do something I haven’t done in a while. “Hello,” I said, subtly. “How fast can you get to Vegas?” I asked. “Thank you,” Knowing fully well that my father would not be returning, I fled from home to the only other place I knew- the little apartment Brian and I shared. As I slowly walked in, looking at all the furniture, all covered in dust and some terribly broken, the apartment filled my heart with lots of memories, but good and horrible memories. Everything was playing like a movie before me, from the lies of being an entirely different person, to finally admitting and beginning the run for our lives. I had tears in my eyes and smiles on my lips, as I recalled the million times he called
BLAIR’S POV “This can’t be!” Sebastine paced the living room. I had to take a seat. This was too much for me to take. His father remained seated and didn’t say another word for the next few minutes. Sebastine on the other hand would not stop ranting and no one said a word. No one could tell him how to feel. After about twenty minutes, his father finally got him to seat and shared the actual story to us both. “My wife couldn’t bear any children after years of marriage,” he began, “After years of trying and several medications for her, with little or no progress recorded, she sunk deep into depression and went further into depression with every passing day,”He sighed. “I grew more and more weary, seeing her lose her joy and very essence, especially since she knew that she was the reason why we couldn’t have children,”“One day, her friend came by,” “Or at least, she wanted to call her that,” he said. “Jane was a classmate of hers from high school,” “She had been really pisse
BLAIR'S POV Sebastine’s father and I were locked in each other's eyes for a while, after which we both turned towards Sebastine. In no distant time, we heard his vehicle drive out of the compound, in a rather disturbing speed. I walked slowly to the room and went to lie down in bed quietly. Sebastine was my very motivation to fight back, legally. He encouraged me and told me that it didn’t matter if I didn’t have any evidences of her crimes from the past, we were now going to hold her for murdering Kieran, but now, the entire situation had become so complicated. ‘What were the chances that Sebastine would help me wage war against his own birth mother?’The situation was worse, given that his father’s influence, which could have been very instrumental, was now being trapped by an agreement they both signed, never to see each other again. Well, my dilemma didn’t get any better as the day went by. Sebastine had not returned home and it was becoming quite scary. His father paid v
BLAIR’S POV My journey had just started, but the did with the pain of being ignored in my heart. Just before I left, I knocked severally on Sebastine’s door, but he didn’t respond. I just wanted to thank him for his help and hospitability, and at least say goodbye, but clearly, Sebastine no longer cared. There was no denying that I was in big trouble, when I got to Vegas. I knew that Jane didn’t care about whereabouts, but if my father had returned and as much as asked questions, there was no assurance that Jane would have anything good to say about me. Actually, my bet was on the negative side, she would have a ton of upsetting things to say, just to trigger my father into hating me. Even after knowing the truth, I couldn’t stop calling Mr. Williams my father. There was no doubt that he was hurt, but that did not conceal the love he had for my mother. Even though he knew that I wasn’t his, he chose to keep me, so he could always see the woman he loved, with everything that h
BLAIR’S POV As it turned out, Collins was Stacy’s cousin, who flew in to spend a few weeks with them. He arrived Winchester before the storm, but waited to clear his vehicle and luckily, found me. When I realized this, I remained in the room I had been placed in and didn’t as much as move to the door, since I was scared of running into Brian. Stacy did not act like she was familiar with me, in the presence of Collins, and as far as Collins knew, I was the lady he helped, and his sister was gracious enough to host. The storm was still quite heavy and I seized that as an opportunity to tell Collins I couldn’t get out of bed, as I was still feeling weak from the storm I was a victim of. Collins served all my meals for the day in my room and luckily, Brian did not come up to my room, so, I succeeded in spending the day without seeing Brian, even though we were now in the same house. Stacy did not also bother to come up to my room, seeing that I was now conscious. “Good morning, Bl