Ethan's POV I was in my study, staring at my laptop screen, but I really wasn't seeing anything. My mind was messed up, a jumble of thoughts and ideas. I was thinking about Anthony and ways to get rid of him once and for all. I wanted to protect my family, and to do that, the man needed to be out of the picture. But I knew that I needed to take my time and plan very carefully. Who knows what might be going on in his head right now? "Ethan." Chloe's voice startled me, and I turned to the door to see her standing there, looking at me with concern in her eyes. "You should not be awake, Mama. You should be too tired, go back to bed." I knew that she was tired because we had sex over and over into the night. Turned out that being away from each other made our cravings to skyrocket. Ignoring what I said, she came over. She placed her hands on my shoulders, massaging them slowly. "You are the one out here by 3 a.m. You need rest after all that you told me happened to you." "But I have
Chloe's POV I woke up the next morning to meet Ethan beside me, still sound asleep, which was very unlike him. He was always up early because of his work, but I wouldn't blame him. We kept each other awake for most part of the night. Even when he stopped because he feared I could not take more, I still seduced him until he gave in. Now I could feel the effects of all those rides between my legs.I got up and opened the curtains, to see that the sun was already high in the sky, the light seeping into the room, making me squint.I reached for my phone to check the time, and I gasped when I saw that it was almost eleven. At that moment, I heard a knock on the door, and another, and another. I sighed, already knowing that it was my daughter.I walked to the door and opened it, and I met the little one standing there, her hands folded across her chest, and there was a frown on her face. As I was still holding my phone, I just took a picture of her."Good morning, mommy."I chuckled at how
Myles' POV It had been days since I got that weird note, but I could not get it out of my mind. Very few things could make me restless, and this was topping the list. All my life, I had sought for one thing. A family. Maybe not to be a part of them, but just to know them. I didn't have one. I never had. I just wanted to know where I came from. I grew up in a foster home, and for some reason, I kept being moved from one foster home to another, until I escaped. And now, this note had come to taunt my life. I was sitting on my bed right now, holding the rumpled paper in my hand and staring at it. My mother. I never allowed to let myself think of her too much before. But now I found myself doing so. Was she beautiful? Did she love me? Why did she give me up? Did she live a hard life? Was she still alive? If she was, would she like to see me? Would she even be proud of me? I squeezed the paper and threw it away. I didn't even know who it came from in the first place. I decided that I
Bonnie's POV I was beyond stunned to see Myles at my house, but even more taken aback by his look. He was struggling to keep his demeanor calm as usual, the hollow look in his eyes seemed like he was asking for help. I couldn't tell. I didn't understand this man. "What is it? Did something happen to you?" "Can I come in?" He asked instead, and I nodded, still watching him carefully. I led him to the living room, and he slumped on a couch, throwing his head back against the headrest, and covering his face with both hands, frustration evident in him. He was losing his composure badly, and he didn't even seem to care. Something must had happened for him to look this shaken. "Can you talk to me, please?" I went to sit down on the couch he was, expecting him to push me away, but he didn't. He didn't react to me at all. "Please tell me." I was getting both desperate and worried. "Do you have something strong?" He asked. I usually kept a bottle of whiskey or two, but I was not going
Bonnie's POV TRIGGERING CONTENT: CHILD ABUSE I was looking between Myles and the police men, confused. "He did not commit any murder, and he is not going anywhere with you." I stated defiantly, pushing Myles back into the house. "Please step aside, Miss." The policeman in front said, but I shook my head. "No. You all should get the fuck out of here." I could not just bear the thought of him getting arrested. I had no idea if he was guilty or not, but I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted them to leave him alone. "Who is this person you are talking about?" Myles asked again, but one of the men was already walking to him with a handcuff. I felt so confused and helpless. I didn't know the moment I reached the man wanting to handcuff him, and slapped the metal out of his hand, while I pushed Myles behind me. Maybe it was an ironic scene, as I was smaller than him. "Who is Antoinette?" Myles asked the other policeman that was advancing towards him. He did not look as both
Myles' POV It had been two weeks since I was arrested, and today was my trial. We were gathered in the courtroom, and I was seated in the defendant's chair, and next to me was my lawyer, Ms Johnson. Ethan had hired her, believing that she was the best at what she does. I glanced around the courtroom, and my eyes landed on Bonnie's, who was seated in the front row, holding hands with Chloe. Ethan sat next to Chloe, but his gaze was on me. Bonnie was completely restless. There was fear and concern in her eyes as she gazed back at me, but there was also that firm and unwavering support. The last two weeks had been hectic, with us trying to find a way to get me out of this sick situation. Chloe and Ethan had been so restless, going above and beyond in search of evidences, witnesses, whatever it was that would help me. While Bonnie was a kind of support I didn't know that I needed. She was a rock, unrelenting. Sometimes I just wanted to tell her to go home and sleep, instead of wasting
Myles' POVI know that Ethan and Chloe would also like to see me, but I wasn't in the mood to see them. I wanted to find Carol and learn more about my mother. Thankfully, the court granted me leave for today.I spotted her just about to leave the court premises, and I went to her.She smiled at me. "Do you want to talk to me?"She sounded so soft, and her voice was and the way she was looking at me was too gentle. It was strange, and it made me cringe."Can we talk?"She nodded. "Sure. I will be happy to answer all your questions.""It is about Melissa and Anthony. I..."The smile on her face disappeared as she looked at someone behind me. Her gaze wavered, before she turned away."I'm sorry, I have to go."I turned back to see what made her change her mind, and my heart instantly boiled with rage when I saw that it was Anthony.He looked in the direction of Carol, his eyes unreadable. He then returned his gaze to me. "You managed to win her over." He stated lowly."I didn't need to."
Myles' POVIt was the second day of trial and we were gathered again in court. Ms. Johnson brought in psychologists this time to prove that I was really abused from my behaviour. He mentioned things that I never thought would be related to the abuse, like how I was withdrawn from everyone, and I never liked to talk about it to anyone. Actually, I didn't like to talk about myself at all. Until Bonnie.After the psychologist was done, the prosecutor decided to question me."Myles, you claim that Antoinette abused you. Why did you keep going back to her?"Ms. Johnson intervened before I could answer. "I guess you were not paying attention. But the doctor did mention that, that is one of the behaviors of abused victims. Not to mention the fact that he was usually brought to her most of the times against his will."The prosecutor nodded, before asking again. "Did you ever fight back before the day you killed her?""No.""You know that you have a history of drug abuse and violence, right?