Loud music blared in the nightclub. The vibrations were so strong that I felt them in my body. The lights were blue then they would turn pink, and it just went on and on; different colors bounced around the room. I was on my feet and swaying my body to the music after I had had almost seven shots of vodka. When I had one with my mom that one time, I was literally lightheaded, so imagine now. I felt like I was going to faint at any moment, but I felt incredibly good. The pain; the darn pain had fled, it was too afraid of the alcohol in my system. As I danced to the music, I continue to keep tripping over my feet. I had no good balance and my vision was getting blurred in and out after every minute or two. The entire room seemed to float like a boat. I felt a bit nauseous but I ignored that. I lifted my hands in the air and shook my hips side to side as I danced to the techno music. I kept bumping into a few people but they did not mind. My eyes lagged every time I looked in a new d
My eyes were heavy but I was awake, it was clear that I was. After a few seconds, I was finally able to open them. My heartbeat was normal but my head felt like I was riding a roller coaster or being tossed back and forth by a tornado. I was wrapped in the gray duvet on the soft bed and my throat was so dry that it hurt a bit to swallow. My phone was on the floor and it pinged with message after message; even though it was not too close for me to see the screen, I knew that those alerts were from either my dad or Sterling. Or maybe both. The lights beaming from the window kept screaming the fact that it was morning. I had to get the hell out of wherever I was. As I moved my body and adjusted myself to get into a sitting position, I felt a weird sensation in my head. It felt like my brain was swelling beyond the capacity of my skull, and dehydration was too obvious to ignore. I ran my hand through my hair and looked to my left. Then I saw a man. His back was turned to me. For a se
I was in my room, getting ready for the funeral. I still felt like I was a bit drunk but I did not want to miss getting to see Samuel for the last time. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were dark even though I had on makeup. My face looked drained of color and even though I was trying to smile, I could only see sadness and pain. It was evident that I had lost so much weight and my spirit felt broken. “Do you like the hair that way?” The maid who was helping me to get ready, asked. I breathed out a sigh. The truth was that I didn’t even care how I looked. I did not give a damn. I was not attending a fashion show; it was a frigging funeral. But I tried to make her feel good because she took her time to help me prepare. “I love it,” I replied to her in a surprisingly smooth tone that caused her to smile proudly. “I’m glad that you do. Would you like me to escort you out of the room?” She kept her gaze on me. I waited a few seconds and then scoffed very faintly befor
“What?” I was taken aback. I pulled him further away from the small crowd of people. My dad kept glancing our way, probably wondering what we were doing because we were literally missing the small ceremony. “You’re joking, right?” We were now standing behind a tall tree. Sterling ran his hand through my hair and his lips trembled a bit before he released a deep exhale. “I’m sorry that I lied to you. I’m so sorry, Heather.” He tried to touch me but I flinched away. I chuckled without humor. “So…what are you trying to say? Did you kill Samuel?” “No!” He was quick to defend himself. “Gosh, no!” “Then what are you trying to say? Did you see who shot him? What were you doing there? Why did you not help him or call the police sooner? I have so many questions. Gosh, Sterling.” I kept my eyes locked on his. I needed answers because my mind was spinning. “Listen, okay? Please just stay calm and listen. I will tell you everything but you have to promise that you would not hate me.” I sco
I stood next to my dad, and Sterling as I watched the casket get lower into the hole. Sterling’s parents and other people were wailing but I did not make a sound. I had hope in my heart again. And I knew that no amount of crying or sobbing was going to bring the love of my life back. So as I watched the casket get lower and lower into the hole, a small sad smile clung to my lips. I was going to vindicate Samuel, nothing was going to stop me from doing that. My mom was going to pay for what she did. It would be over for her, and she would never in her life, try what she did to Samuel, to anybody again. “You know, it’s okay to cry, right?” Sterling said to me. “I know, I know.” I nodded slowly. “And you should take your advice too.” I locked eyes with him. There was it again, the very intense emotion that was once in his eyes. It was there for a few seconds and then faded away when he blinked a couple of times. He smiled. “Yeah, but I can’t. It…just feels like I can’t. My mind won’
I walked into the bedroom with a bowl of soup in my hand. I closed the door once I was in and approached the bed that Sterling was lying on. “What were you thinking?” I asked him as I stared at the icepack that he had on the right side of his face. “I wanted to be hit.” He shrugged as if that was an answer that made sense. I scoffed lightly and then grabbed a small table. I got it closer to the bed and placed the bowl of soup on it. I then sat next to him on the bed. “And why would you want that? It doesn’t make any sense.”He adjusted himself on the bed and chuckled lightly. “You won’t understand.” He kept the icepack to his face. I could see that he was in some pain; he was wincing almost every time that he adjusted the ice pack. “Try me.” i was not going to give up that easily. “I definitely need an explanation for your behavior, because what the heck? You were disrespecting me and literally baiting my dad into hitting you.” He let out a sigh and blinked rapidly for a few secon
I walked into the hotel suite and headed for the living room area. Luxury was too little to describe how the suite was. I sat on the couch and I felt a wave of sadness and anger. I was reminded of the last time that I was here. The last time that I was in this suite, sitting on the exact couch, was when my mom had drunk so much vodka but kept her composure anyway. It was when she offered me some and threatened to kill Samuel. Well, we were back, but now Samuel was actually dead and I was here to know the truth. I mean, I already knew it, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to confess to it. “I don’t suppose you have a recorder on you, huh?” She sat on the couch opposite me. Again, she brought with her a bottle of vodka. It looked newly bought. I scoffed. “I’m not here to record you. I just want you to tell the truth. I want you to admit to what you did to Samuel.” She stared at the bottle of vodka and then glanced at the two empty glasses that she brought with it before
The car came to a stop in the compound and it was almost midnight; only a few minutes. My dad turned off the engine and I opened my side of the car but before I could get down, he stopped me. “Hey, Heather. Be careful how you handle this, okay?” Concern and worry filled his eyes, leaking into his voice. I nodded and flashed him a comforting smile. “I will. I will, dad.” I then proceeded to get out of the car. I left my dad and headed straight into the house. My eyes landed on Sterling the moment I walked into the huge house. He had no shirt on and had pajama pants on. The cut on his face was evident and just looking at it made me squirm a bit. “Hey, you’re back.” He chuckled and walked towards me. “How did it go?” “Um…it went well,” I replied as I walked towards the bedroom. “Wait, really?” He followed me closely. “There was no yelling? Nothing?” “Well…my mom confessed.” I stopped when I reached the bedroom door. “She finally told the truth. She had Samuel killed because she di
My heart was pounding and I stood up from the chair and breathed out a labored sigh. I stared at the screen on the computer and it was still loading. There was literally one minute remaining and waiting for the one minute felt like torture. I knew that the guys that the IT guys had sent were already on their way, and that made me even more anxious. “Come on, come on,” I repeated to myself like a mantra as I stared at the screen of the computer. “Come on!” I yelled and then the countdown started. There were only forty seconds left. “Excuse me, ma’am, would you kindly step away from the computer?” One of the guys said as he entered the office with two more guys with him. My heart dropped and it was like everything was in slow motion for a few seconds as my brain tried to process everything that was happening. Then my mind resumed back into real-time. I turned in the direction of the computer and quickly pulled out the small device expertly. The screen of the computer went back t
It was the next day and the morning was beautiful. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the birds were chirping away. The air was warm and the smell of pancakes lingered. Sterling was dressed in a really nice black business suit and a red tie. His hair was styled to perfection and he looked really good. He smelled really good too. I watched him as he admired himself in the full-length mirror until he turned and locked eyes with me. “How do I look?” He asked as he flashed me a gleeful smile. “Hmm, okay, I guess,” I replied to him as I shrugged. I walked past him and checked myself up in the mirror. I was wearing a beautiful red dress that was a bit short. It stopped me right above my knees. I allowed my hair to flow down my shoulders and I even did my make-up. I was a bit skinnier than I usually was because of everything that had been happening but I looked really good regardless. I turned back in his direction and asked, “How do I look?”“Smoking hot!” He did not miss a be
The car radio was playing a popular African song as Sterling and I were being driven to the hospital. It was a few minutes past midnight and the windows were rolled all the way up, as the AC blasted, producing cold air. Sterling and I were sitting in the backseat and the one who was driving was Zack. I could not stop my heart from racing and maybe would have had a panic attack if Zack was not there with me. “You look nervous,” Sterling pointed out and then chuckled. “You should not be if you’re telling the truth about your dad being at the hospital.” He smirked and then tried to touch my arm but I pulled away from him. “I’m not nervous, I’m just pissed that you think I’m lying and that you’re dragging me out at this hour because you’re insecure,” I said in response and he made a small throaty sound before looking out the window. I caught Zack glancing at me from the rearview mirror, there was worry in his eyes and I was praying that he would come up with some kind of plan to get m
My heart dropped and I swallowed as I tried to compose myself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stood to my feet and still held the device behind me. “I’d suggest you leave, I would like to be alone.” The guard stared at me as humor danced in his eyes. “Let’s talk outside, hmm?” He smiled lopsidedly. I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed. “There is no way I’m walking even two steps with you.” I kept my eyes on him and kept scanning his body for any kind of weapon. My mind kept asking the same question over and over and I could not get it to stop. It kept asking, “Is this guy going to kill me because he knows what I have?” “Will you calm down for a second?” He chuckled and ran his hand through his wavy brown hair. He took a few steps closer to me but I backed away in caution. “I’m Zack.” He extended his hand for a handshake but I only stared at it. “Okay? Look, Zack, I don’t know what you’re trying to do; maybe you just want to be my friend, but I am really not in the mood
The AC was on in the car and even outside was cold but after Sterling asked me, I felt hot. I looked everywhere but at him, refusing to make eye contact with him. I fidgeted with the tips of my hair and my mind reminded me of what to say. “Was I not clear on the phone?” I asked him boldly, despite how wildly my nerves were. “The accident happened out of nowhere. A billionaire helped my dad and me by taking us to the hospital.” “I know, I called the hospital.” He breathed out a short sigh. “There is a record of you being there.” “Then why are you pressing me for information that I have already given you?” He stared at me for a few seconds and then chuckled to himself. “You know what? My bad, I’m sorry. I’m just a little paranoid. And you can’t blame me, can you? Considering the family that I come from.” He reached for the steering wheel. He pressed on the gas and we were on the move in no time. “It’s okay,” I brushed him off as I release a breath of relief before looking out the
We all watched my dad with pleasantly shocked expressions on our faces. “Dad, are you for real?” I asked him, and he chuckled as he nodded slowly. “The truth is I actually forgot about that until now. I too, thought that we had lost it all. But I remembered that I BC’d my work email when I send those copies,” He explained. “Wow, that is great. Oh my gosh,” Patty could not contain her happiness. She took her laptop and typed on the keyboard a couple of times before handing it over to my dad. “Is that for him to log in?” Daniel asked as he stood to his feet and walked from behind his desk. Patty nodded as she sat on the other side of the couch. I was sitting on the left side of him so I had a great view. Daniel and his colleague soon joined us and had to stand but it was worth it, of course. My dad used the laptop to log in to his email account and in a full minute, the display showed a bunch of emails; it was now logged in. There were a lot of new emails but the main one that we w
When the car finally came to a stop, I could not help but look out the window at the huge building that we had stopped right in front of. It was an impressive glass building. “Come on, you two, let’s get going,” The driver said when he turned off the engine and proceeded to get down. “Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the door at my side so I could get down. When I got down, my dad followed shortly after and we were led into the building. We got a lot of stares when we reached the lobby. Almost everyone was staring at us. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable and I was trying to weigh if being here was better than going back to America. We finally had the chance to get back to our old lives, but we were pulled right back into the drama of the Williams. I wanted it to be over but I could not deny the fact that this was an opportunity to do what my dad and I could not do on our own: take down Sterling for what he did.The doors of the elevator opened and we got in. Th
It was the next day; all our bags had been packed and were being placed in the back of one of the many cars parked in the compound. My dad and I were standing on the porch as it drizzled. The air smelled of wet soil and the clouds were dark and gloomy. We had an hour to get to the airport so we could check in. I could not believe that we were finally leaving London. But it was indeed happening. What made my spirit heavy and my heart bleed was that I was going back to America without Samuel. It pained me that I was going to go back to our apartment and get to sleep on the bed that we had been sleeping on for years. I was pretty sure that that apartment had a lot of reminders of Samuel. His scent on the bedsheets, his clothes in the closet, his favorite cereal in the cabinet. There would be so much that would remind me of him. I wished that I had the guts to take Sterling down. I wished that I could continue to try to vindicate Samuel and give him the justice that he deserved. But I
My dad and I waited for Sterling to say something. We had our eyes trained on him and I could not stop my heart from racing. “I love how you two are looking at me,” He walked away from me and towards the door. He gestured for the guards to exit the room. But they were tentative about that. “Are you sure, sir? He’s not tied up.” One of the guards pointed out. “I would be okay,” Sterling replied and waited until the guards walked out of the room. Even though they left the room, I could still hear them mumbling right outside of the closed door. “Sterling, you promised to let us go. Please do as you have promised.” I locked eyes with him. “He won’t,” My dad scoffed the words out. “He scammed us. He tricked us into doing his bidding. Now, he is going to do whatever the hell he wants.” He stood to his feet and paced and walked towards me. “Glad to see that you have no faith in me.” Sterling chuckled. “You two have nothing to worry about. I would have a flight booked for you two by tom