Sabrina vomited for several minutes, her stomach rolling over on itself. She couldn’t believe how much was coming up. It wouldn’t stop. “I didn’t even eat that much,” Sabrina said in between bouts of retching. She finally stopped and was able to catch her breath. The attendant sat her down in the parlor and gave her a cold glass of water. “Thank you.”*Shit, shit, shit.* She thought as she looked upon the ruined carpet. A large stain of what looked like everything she had ever eaten in her entire life settled into it. Magnolia was going to have a fit. As she felt her stomach become settled, a realization came upon her. Her and Alex hadn’t been very careful while having sex. And there was a very permanent side effect that tended to come along with that. She knew it would come sooner or later. But she hadn’t expected it would be this soon.“Oh my God!” Magnolia screeched when she saw what happened. “What have you done? This is imported! Do you have any idea how expensive this is?
After speaking with Sabrina, Emma decided it was time to let her father know what was going on. “Daddy? Are you awake?” she called gently approaching his room. “Yes, sweetheart. I am. Come in.” Emma walked in and saw that her father was sitting on the side of his bed. He patted the space next to him. “Did you sleep well?” “Not very well. I overheard… some things.” “You were awake last night?” “Not the whole time… I heard when Will was here. You… are leaving him. And… you are hurting.” “I’m so sorry, Daddy,” Emma held his hands. “I know you were so excited for me when I got married. But I can’t be with him anymore. Please don’t be sad.” “I am only sad… because you are sad.” “I’ll be okay. I’ve got a new job in Lyncrest. We’re going to start over somewhere new. I’m going to take care of you, and we’ll be okay.” Emmett pecked a small kiss on Emma’s forehead. “Someday, I’ll…be well enough… to care for you.” “I love you, Dad
“Here we are,” Spencer flipped on the lights of the new apartment. It was larger than the one they had just left. As promised, it was already furnished. The walls were a light, cool blue with white trim. The space was bright and open. There was a large vase with a beautiful assortment of flowers, and a single balloon that said “Welcome Home” waiting for them on the kitchen counter. In the living room, all the boxes they had packed waited for them. “It’s lovely,” Emma said as she looked around. “The building has a pool and a fitness center. There should be a pamphlet about all of the amenities in your welcome basket over there.” He pointed in the direction of the flowers. Emma walked in, followed by Emmett who supported himself with his cane. “The bedrooms are the in the back. Both have decent sized closets,” Spencer continued. “There is one only bathroom. Both rooms have access to it from the inside, and there’s also a door from the outside. There’s a nice big garden tub in ther
It had a few weeks since Emma and father had moved to Lyncrest, and she started her new job at Spencer’s firm. She fell into an easy routine of walking home during lunch to check on her father and take a walk with him. His speech had greatly improved, and Emma was excited about how much better he seemed. There was still a long way to go, but recovery was in sight. However, Spencer and Emmett were concerned as her morning sickness was getting worse. She was pushing herself to do too much and soon, she wouldn’t be able to take care of herself and her father.“You don’t need to come… every day, you know,” Emmett commented during one of their afternoon walks. He held onto his walker as they meandered around the park.“I want to,” she smiled up at him. “I love that you do… but you need to think about… yourself. And the baby.”“We’re fine.” Emmett frowned. He was beginning to feel like a burden to his daughter. All she did was work and care for him. She was young, and beautiful. He wante
“Is everything okay?” Spencer asked as Emma got back into the car. He noticed that she seemed distracted. “Oh, yeah. Saying bye to my dad was harder than I thought. Thank you for this,” she said. “Please, Emma. I’m glad to help you in any way I can.” And he meant it. The next few weeks had gone better than before. Emma was loving her team, and they were doing amazing work together. Emma had started to show, and her coworkers loved to dote on her. Her father was flourishing at The Ivy Gardens. He loved it there and she visited every weekend as promised. She brought him a copy of the ultrasound of the baby. He showed it off to all of the other residents. Her fears about her relationship with Spencer remained unfounded. They stayed friendly, and he kept everything professional and light between them. Help from him never came with any conditions. He was in the office every few days to check on things, and always made sure to check in on Emma. He was truly concerned with her and her
“Good morning, William,” his father barged into the office.“If you need money,” Will sighed. “Call the accountant.” He said without looking up. He was growing of his parents walking in and out of his office like they had a right to be there.“That’s not why I’m here.”“Then what do you want?”“Your uncle Robert is coming back from Singapore.” That got Will’s attention. Robert coming back was not a good thing. Stewart Industries was founded by Conrad and his younger brother, Warren. They were successful partners at first, but it was discovered that Warren was embezzling funds from the company, bribing competitors and government officials, extorting and blackmailing employees, as well as selling company secrets. Warren was removed from the company by the board and arrested for his crimes. It was a dark blot on the family history. Conrad had always been ashamed of his brother and strived to restore the image of his company. Warren’s son, Robert, took his place. Robert was always resent
“That piece of shit, good-for-nothing…” “What’s going on?” Will was about to walk out of his office when Sabrina burst in. Alex followed behind her. She threw a newspaper at his face. Will was stunned by the attack. He gathered up the flying pages and saw why Sabrina was so angry. Blazoned on the newspaper, was the headline: William Stewart to Marry Childhood Sweetheart, Grace Cunning. A short story followed. After a whirlwind marriage and surprising divorce, William Stewart surprises again. Following the tragic passing of his beloved grandfather, William Stewart called his first marriage quits. Sources say that he has finally found true love and hopes to start a family soon. The wedding is scheduled for next month at… Will stopped reading. His blood boiled in his veins. “How could you?” Sabrina screamed. “Was this your plan all along? To marry my friend and then dump her so she could be the laughingstock of your high society bullshit?” “Babe, please calm down. This isn’t good fo
Grace was perched on the couch waiting for Will to walk in. By now, he would have seen the news. His father worked a lot faster than she thought he would. She’d have to pretend to be surprised when he arrived. She knew he’d be pissed if he found out she had planned this with his father. This was a well-orchestrated scheme, and she would have to play her part well. Will found her still sitting there when he got home. Before he could speak, Grace began the conversation. “You saw the papers, I take it?” “Yeah,” he sighed. He sat beside her, and Grace couldn’t help but notice how despondent he seemed. But she didn’t care. The life she wanted was in her grasp, and she didn’t intend to let it go this time. “Listen, I…” “I didn’t realize that’s what you wanted,” she interrupted him. “You’ve been so cold lately, so I thought you didn’t want me. I thought that maybe you had me here out of pity. It’s such a creative proposal,” she gushed. “Grace, I didn’t…” “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she sque
Six months later “Stewart Industries Landmark building construction was completed today. The twenty-story building boasts retail, commercial, and event space. The impressive building has already become a hallmark of the city with a silver tower as its crown. Glass windows glisten in the sun. And anyone in the city can enjoy the gorgeous public park that surrounds it. It is a gorgeous and shining collaboration of the best and freshest minds in the city. William Stewart has named the structure, ‘The Conrad Tower,’ in honor of his beloved late grandfather. The city awaits now for the building to open and for all the new opportunities it will create. This has been Susanne Winters for Channel 16 news.” They all cheered and toasted the completion of the building, gathered around Will and Emma’s living room. “Here’s to The Conrad Tower!” Will raised his glass. “And to all the people that helped make it possible! I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you all. Thank you.” They raised
The high from the success of the show had worn off, and Will felt himself spiraling. His pulse quickened; a sheen of cold sweat sprouted on his forehead. He held it together the best he could while around others. But alone, with nothing but his memories to accompany him… it was always the worst.As he arrived home and prepared himself for another lonely night, he was greeted by something unexpected. A large truck was parked in front of his home. Men moved in and out of it, bringing things inside.“…The fuck?” he muttered as he parked his car. “Excuse me,” he called out to them. “This is my home. What are you doing here?”“I hired them,” a voice said from the doorway of the house. He looked over towards the familiar voice, not daring to believe it. But there she was, bathed in the light from inside the house. “Hi, Will. I’m sorry if I startled you, but I w
Their days were filled with appointments. Every time they turned around, there was somewhere to be. Will had been discharged and had the company to take care of. With the building finally underway, Stewart Industries was thriving again. It was a rare moment that he got time to himself. And even when he did, everyone else was busy with their own hectic lives. Will floated around his giant, empty home. He went to work, came home, did his physical therapy exercises, and went to sleep. Alone. He found, in recent days, that alone was not a good place for him to be. Nightmares plagued his sleep, and he jumped at the slightest noises. Monsters had moved from under the bed and in the shadows to inside his mind.He hated it.Emma hadn’t been able to make good on her promise to move back. Things were hectic, and no one had time for anyone anymore. It had been almost two weeks before he saw anyone. They all called and messaged each other, but it wasn&rs
Will’s recovery was slow. The doctors had informed him that taking that bullet as such close range did a lot of damage, but it was the reason he wasn’t dead as nothing major was hit. He wasn’t out of the woods yet and would need a good round of physical therapy. The medical staff agreed that he needed to stay in the hospital for at least a week so they could monitor him. Emma and Alex fussed over him, making sure he listened and did everything according to the doctor’s orders.On the fourth day, he was restless and just wanted to leave. Alex was in the room with him, telling him off for not listening.“You’re being a brat,” Alex scolded him.“I just want to get out of this bed,” Will whined.“Try getting out again, and I’ll break both your legs.”“How very Mafia of you,” Will smirked.“Shut up,” Alex swatted at
Chaos exploded around them. Shouts and screams filled the air as Captain Whitlock ordered that Ghost be apprehended and an ambulance be called. Ghost dropped his gun and raised his hand in surrender as his fantasy came to life right before his eyes.“Beautiful!” he said over the din. “It’s more beautiful than I could ever imagine.”“Shut up,” Captain Whitlock spat as he wrenched Ghost’s hands behind his back. “You’re going to go away for a very long time. They may even make a case for the death penalty against you.”“I hope they do,” he said with a contented sigh. “I’ve done all I have ever wanted to do.”“Take this vile piece of shit. And read him his rights. This arrest needs to be perfect. I swear if this fucker gets out on a technicality, I’ll fire the lot of you!”An officer took Ghost a
Will turned around and the world moved in slow motion around him. About ten feet away from them, there he stood. Ghost. Denis. The man responsible for all the pitfalls in his life stood ten feet away from them, the sunlight glinting off the barrel of an ornate silver gun. How could he have been so careless?“Surprise,” Ghost sang.“How…” Will began to ask.“How did I get so close?” Ghost finished. “Without anyone noticing. Hmm…” he used the gun to scratch his temple for a moment and then pointed it back at them. “I’m the monster in the dark. The one under your bed. The one your parents warn you about. Oh wait… your parents wouldn’t warn you about anything. They’ve been trying to sacrifice you to the darkness for years,” he said with feigned contrition.“What do you want?” Will asked. His eyes darted around, looking for
They really thought they were smart, huh? They thought he would fall for their little traps. However, he couldn’t deny that they had presented him with the perfect opportunity. Will was serving himself on a silver platter. It would be so easy to just take care of him then. His ultimate fantasy could play out the way he’d always dreamt of. The very public murder of William Stewart was just something he couldn’t pass up.What reason was there even to hide anymore? They had revealed his identity. Everyone knew who he was. So, what purpose did the shadows serve him anymore? Perhaps it was time to come out into the light and end this charade. His last card against Will had been used up. He’d run out of games.“Let’s play,” he chuckled, loading his gun. “No plans. No backups. This is it.” His heart raced with elation as he envisioned a bullet ripping through Will. Hearing his loved ones cry as his body crump
The interview was a smash. The city was on high alert, and Ghost’s name was on everyone lips. The few times Sabrina went out, it’s all she could hear anyone talk about. She couldn’t help but feel a little proud. Captain Whitlock received dozens of calls and tips. Many people said how they knew Denis, and how there was no way he could be Ghost.Others said that they’re surprised they never saw the signs. Some offered clues and places that Denis used to frequent. He traipsed the city, following these clues. Most led to nothing. Just traces of an old that Ghost himself probably wouldn’t recognize. But there was one call…“Um… hi. Is this Captain Whitlock?” It was hesitant man’s voice.“Yes, how can I help you?”“I’m calling about Denis Ratcliffe.”Captain Whitlock received so many of these calls he was numb to them.
Will let the water wash over him as he tried to steady his frenzied heartbeat. The truth was that they were terrified. For Ghost to be so brazen as to just waltz into the police station and open fire did not bode well for any one of them. It was clear that Ghost was just as ready to end this as they were. He leaned his forehead against the cold tile, letting the rhythmic beating of the water of against his back soothe him.Soon enough, a shower wouldn’t be such an event. At least not the ones he took alone, anyway. Steam rolled off of skin as he emerged from the shower. Emma had laid out some clothes for him. Just a white t-shirt a pair of gray sweatpants. He laughed. Now that he was free and clean, he wanted to hold his baby.He went downstairs, back to the dining room where everyone was gathered.“Where is Lizzie?” he asked.“Right here,” Emma said. She stood behind him, holding a