Christian. I stalked towards them, with fast steps. What was going on? How did he get into my house? Who let him in? Who opened the gates for him?I could feel my adrenaline begging for release as I finally got to where he was standing with his hands in the pocket of the black hoodie he was putting on. The good was over his head as he stood facing Lucy."Can someone explain to me what is going on here?"I asked as my fist immediately collided with Cyrus face.I told him last time not to ever show his face here ever again, but he didn't listen to me and had the guts to show his face again. Was he cutting for death or something else.He stumble to the floor and I immediately landed on him.He shouldn't have shown his face here.He shouldn't have. "Do you want to kill him?"Lucy said , with voice shaking with fear as stood next to us, with her little fingers trying to catch my hand that were repeatedly punching Cyrus face. "Really huh? I should let go of him? How long have two been
Lucy.As it is a tradition in Christian's house, when it is 8:00 PM, everyone has to be around the dining table for dinner and no one is to be absent. He had come back home with his father. His father visited just a few days ago and he was here again.Happy are those who have fathers, who can come around as often. After he had greeted everyone in the living room and gone up the stairs with his father, I went into my room so that I could prepare and come back to the living room to join the others for dinner. I sat at the dinner table, with everyone else present, except for Mr. Christian and his father.They were the head of the house and we had to wait for them.As we sat waiting for them, I decided to scroll down on my phone.Just then, my phone started vibrating in my hand. It was loud at first, so I had to quickly put it on vibration so that it would not disturb the others. I looked at the screen, it was a strange number. I did not bother about it because I do not take cal
Lucy.I didn’t understand what was going on. I did not bother to look outside again I locked the door and quickly made my way to my room to take my phone, to call Kevin and Brandon to come down to the living room because I was beginning to get scared.How could I hear a knock at the door to just check for the second time and see nobody there? It took me almost about 3 minutes to get a hold of my phone because I didn't know where I had dumped it, when I last used it. I was able to find it on the vanity table in my closet. Immediately I set my hands on it, I took it and hurried into the living room .I scrolled down to get kevins or Brandon's number, any of them would do Immediately I reached the living room, my eyes darted to the door subconsciously.It was wide open. I stopped in my tracks with the phone in my hand. I looked around the house, maybe it could be Ophelia who just entered, but there was no one in the house, nor any sound. I looked outside from where I was
Lucy.I paced nervously in the living room with my hands constantly running through my hair.How is Kevin doing?Would Christian really blame that on my brother? Was he really going to think that my brother pushed Kevin down the stairs?I mean, Kevin was the one dragging Brandon up the stairs because he didn't want him to go home just yet and then he missed his steps, slipped on the oil and he fell.I didn't understand anything at all. How come there was oil on the stairs?I have been going up and down those stairs today and didn't see that. Just went I wanted Kevin and Brandon to come down and save me from the nightmare of the door constantly opening and closing, this had to happen. Wait!When the door was knocked one more time , I went to open it, but didn't see anyone. I closed the door, before going to my room to get my phone so that I could call someone and when I came back, I found the door wide open like I didn't close it at all.Thinking about it, could someone have possibl
Christian. I had a lot of work to do at the office today, since Juliet had returned and had to re-fix some schedules that I had completely forgotten. She came back and was not looking bright at all.I understood her, given that she was just from mourning the only family she had."I'm not feeling really fine, Mr. Christian. I want to go home, if you so permit."She stood in front of me, with head down, like she was avoiding my gaze. I couldn tell, because her face was looking everywhere in the office, but she avoided my gaze.She was dressed in a white long sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of black tailored pants that were big at her angles. Her blonde hair was let loose. She wasn't looking fine at all. Dark circles under her eyes and looked a bit shivering like she had a fever. It was almost 6 PM. So she could go home. "It's cool. You can go home. If you still don't feel better tomorrow, you can stay at home."I used the pen I was fiddling in my hands and leaned down to the
Lucy."Where is the room Mr. Christian and Kevin are in?" I asked Salvador who was already ahead of me, with some of the bags in his hands.He stopped, spun around and looked at me. " I didn’t even ask..."He stared at the bags in my hands."What are all these bags for? Man, they are so heavy." He almost let out a chuckle as he looked down at the bag in his hands and those that were in my hands."Why don't you take me inside first, and then you can check what's inside the bags." I suggested with uneasiness, because the food flask in my hand was the heaviest and I don't know why he was complaining with the two small bags in his hands. "Ok, fine. Let’s go then. To be on the safe side, make sure not to say anything that will irritate Mr. Christian. He is not at his best at this moment. In fact, greetings would be just fine." Salvador told me seriously and I understood him.No one in Mr. Christians position would take what happened to his only brother lightly. He loves his
LucyPerfect!Mr. Christian was standing at the door with a deep scowl on his face. His brows furrowed as he looked between Salvador and I, then to the backs on the floor. He looked all messed up.There was blood on his white shirt which he had rolled the sleeve to his elbows. His black hair was all messy. He almost looked unrecognizable. My heart wept for him. I could understand the stress he was going through. I would completely understand anything he tells me.Because the look on his face says that, he was ready to let his anger out on me, and also the fact that, my brother was present in the midst of all these things. " I have been waiting for you, over 30 minutes and you have been here in this room? What is going on?" He said, I sent my hand behind my head and nervously scratched it. Perhaps, it would have been better if I had just stayed back at home or something and not show my face here. What was I supposed to say? He was talking to Salvador and not me. It was be
Christian. I was sitting down on a stool in front of Kevin's bed. He was lying on his hospital bed.My right hand constantly goes up to stroke his hair. Salvador was sitting on the chair that was close to the door and eating the food that Lucy had brought. I hadn't expected her to be this thoughtful and brought food all the way to the hospital. I hadn't expected her to come. I wanted her to stay here with me. The sight of her was pleasing. This has been happening for the past few days.I always want her around me. However, there is always this thing in me that would tell me to fuck up everything and just let her be.Cindy would keep flooding in my head. I always feel like she would end up like Cindy, given the fact that she has been engaging herself with Cyrus recently and the other guy who had come right into my house for her.I blame myself for talking to her the way I did before she angrily left. I shouldn’t have said all that to her, but we all were present when al