PROLOGUE
[Donald Badeau, a businessman and the CEO of a famous five-star hotel in town, The Grand Badeau, was shot dead in Silver Boulevard past eleven o’clock in the evening…]
It was midnight, and was raining hard because for an approaching storm. They’re soaked in wet while running on the hallway through the Operating Room while his mother clasps the beads of rosary, praying and hoping for his husband's life, Donald Badeau.
Israel remembered it all too well. The sudden phone call from Ben, the loud crash on the ground of the jar which his mother held it at their home, ambulance’s siren, people’s gossip, reporters’ unanswerable questions, the sound of a camera’s shutter, and his mother’s loud mourn in the morgue.
He was just barely a grown man – a thirteen year-old to be exact – to have lost a family member. His dad, Donald Badeau.
Everything seems to be moving so fast. Before everything happened that night, they were celebrating for the success of their new launched project at their home. It wasn’t that grand, just a simple gathering with friends and investors. A bottle of wine, one whole roasted turkey, freshly sliced fruits, and fine delicious mashed potatoes.
Yet here they are, in a cold room, with a cold body of his father lying on the stainless bed.
Donald Badeau, a thirty-five-year-old business man was shot in the head by a random thug at Silver Boulevard while walking towards his Mercedes Benz.
As Israel stared at his father’s coffin that was about to be buried that afternoon days after the funeral, he blinked his eyes and found his mother’s face smiling at him.
It was a sweet genuine smile which he loves to stare at every morning. He wouldn't even get tired of it. As if it became his motivation every morning to go to school. Because he wants to finish his studies and help his mother...
“Happy birthday, son!” Rosalinda Badeau was holding a freshly baked red velvet cake on her hand. There are traces of flour on her skin, and on her brunette hair. “Blow your candles, sweetie!”
Israel’s smile can’t be described. He was so happy. Every year, her mother would greet him first thing in the morning on his birthday with a freshly baked cake. His mother made them by herself, which made him think that the cakes he’s going to blow is customized by her mother with love and efforts.
“Oh, mi amor,” Rosalinda mumbles after Israel blew the candles. She put down the red velvet cake and reached for his son’s head and kiss Israel on his forehead. “I’m so sorry if I can’t be with you today on your birthday, sweetie. I had to go to Mexico for a business meeting for our new project. But don't worry, all of this job that I'm working on is for your own good... For your future.”
Israel chuckles and sat down on the high stool chair. Using his index finger, he traced it on the surface of the red icing of his red velvet cake and licks it.
It tastes delicious and not too sweet, he says on his mind.
“It’s okay, Mom. I can invite my friends over to celebrate with me. Just have a safe flight and get home safe, too.”
“Aw. Come here!” Rosalinda teases Israel by poking the side of his waist. “My baby is already a grown up!”
“Mom, stop, it tickles!” Israel giggled as he tries to avoid her mother’s index fingers trying to poke and tickle him.
“I’ll make it up to you when I get home, mi amor. I'll be back home safe with your souvenirs. I promise.”
I promise…
The only word that traumatized him the most. His father, Donald, had a promise with him, too, when he was still in seventh grade.
“I promise I’ll buy you a bike when you turn fifteen, son.”
But a week later, his father was killed by a stranger. Even though the murderer is now locked in the jail until he dies, it made him feel guilty for giving his father's murderer a freedom in the prison. Justice was never enough for him to heal from his father's death.
Israel blinked his eyes again. As if the time moves faster than the usual, he’s now in the living room with confetti on the floor, helium balloons floating on their ceiling, a party hat on his head, and a party popper on each of his friend’s hands that had just exploded.
Their smiles changed into somewhat fear and shock from what they just hear from the seventy-five-inch television. Their faces say it all; everything feels like in the movies.
[Flight code BD 04 burst into flames and crashed near the mountains of Mexico. Authorities confirmed that the plane was a private vehicle of Rosalinda Badeau, the late Donald Badeau’s wife, a CEO of Badeau Group of Company. Let's hear it more from Joey...]
Israel went deaf for a moment after hearing the headline.
[According to witnesses, the plane was just about to land on the field and the right wing just turned into flames. The pilot, James Yeager, can't land directly into the ground.]
[How about her child? Did he know about the accident?]
[As of now, Stacey, the authorities are still investigating the flames behind the plane crash. They will contact Israel Badeau sooner. Burnt dead bodies are still on-going for...]
His friends looked at him in concern. Israel bent onto his knees as it loses all of his strength from hearing the news and watching the camera's point of view on the plane with its right wing still in flames.
[… and the sad news is, there were no survivors. The bodies of Rosalinda Badeau, pilot James Yeager, and the two flight attendants...]
Israel’s world seems to shatter. His hands started to shake, his knees began to lose strength.
Just the night on his birthday, he lost another family member.
CHAPTER 1: ONE NIGHT'S MISTAKEThe music is banging through the four corners of the room, making the people go wild even more. They danced with every beat, jump with every kick of adrenaline as the alcohol and drugs are slowly reacting in their system. Everyone is getting drunk and intoxicated. Most of them are already making out, some of them are still trying to seduce someone to get their attention.While Israel, who went into the club after his mother’s funeral, was there sitting on one of the high stool chair while the bartender’s filling up his glass. He’s feeling a little tipsy yet he still continues drinking his martini.He just turned eighteen and it was his first ever alcohol he first tasted. And his first tipsy moment. And the first ever fucking bar he entered. Israel is a young entrepreneur who just started running his family’s business after both of his parents died. He had no choice. It was his father’s sweat and tears for starting the business his family has. And it was
CHAPTER 2: THE HATE THEY GIVEFive years later... Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view."Amelia! I'm leaving! Your son is at the baby crib back in the staff room and he's crying out loud for fuck's sake, give him a milk already!" Angie, my co-worker, shouted as I try to rub the toilet with a brush. I pushed the door to swing it open and there I see Angie holding out her pouch and waving it at me."Thank you, Anj! Take care!" I waved back with my cleaning gloves. Well, I call her Anj as Angie sounds more like Anji. When I get back to facing the toilet, I let out a scoff and continue rubbing it one more time before finally washing the foam off with the water.For fuck's sake, how do people can't flush their toilet every after use? They only pay for their pizza orders and not cleaning materials, sheez, what an untidy set of people. I'm getting tired every day for scrubbing the toilets, and the floor, and the tables they use and never thought of at least keeping their food or drink
CHAPTER 3: EYE TO EYEAmelia Solace Bernard, the point of view.Weekend came and Hugo has been talking about his visit to his grandparents' home for the last three days during the week. While I, on the other hand, is trying to figure out how to make him happy even if I had to tell him that we can't fulfill what he wants."Mommy, faster! I will show grandpa my toys and... and my new clothes!"It breaks my heart to see that Hugo has been denied by my parents. They are the only ones I have left that I can lean on, but they rejected me and chose to forget I existed. That's why five years ago, I decided to move out from the house and continue my life with Hugo in a small apartment in which I'm currently renting every end of the month. I had to apply for a full time job at Raphael's Pizzeria. They didn't had enough paycheck but at least it pays our everyday food and my bills."Baby, Hugo," I kneel down to catch his eyes. "Grandma and Grandpa has something to do today. We can't just disturb
CHAPTER 4: FIVE SUV'SAmelia Solace Bernard, the point of view.The other day was so tensed that I immediately called Angie to help me calm down. On Monday morning after I left Hugo on the staff room, Angie comes to me, trying to gather the information I just told her that Saturday."Was he handsome? How tall is he? Oh my God, does he have a huge cock?!""Jesus, Anj, lower your voice!" I look around to see if anyone hears her. Thankfully, everybody is busy eating their own pizzas.A customer comes in and order her desired topping. I pushed Angie away to tell her to list down the customer's orders."One supreme pizza, and one Hawaiian. Dine in, please."He gave me a cash and I returned his change with his receipt. After Angie lists it down, she puts it on the kitchen counter and proceeds to ask more about what happened that day."So, what's going to be your answer? Come on, man, if you won't hook on him, I will! And I will steal your child so that we will have a happy family!"I throw
CHAPTER 5: GUNSHOTS AND CHAOS Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view. It feels so stupid to be hiding behind a trash bin. I had nowhere else to go. We have no back door, too. If I'd get back inside, I have to use the entrance door and he might see my face again. Were these SUVs' his bodyguards'? But that's, like, a lot of them. The shop is full of men in a suit and standing and surrounding him. People are looking at them weirdly as they looked like some bunch of gangsters that went suddenly craving for a pizza. I can see them through the glass windows. I wonder if he ordered a lot of pizzas? That would help us, employees, and Sir Raphael. I bent my back lower when I see them walking towards the door. I hear the door move open and footsteps walking through the parking lot. I peeked on the side to check if they're getting in, and they did. But I couldn't spot Hugo's father from the crowd or maybe he's already inside his fancy black car. "What the hell are you doing there?" I
CHAPTER 6: COLD HEARTED, NOTAmelia Solace Bernard, the point of view.I woke up a feeling dizzy. I felt pain on my head and on my foot, too. "She's awake."I open my eyes and found myself tied on a thick rope. It's all around my wrist in front of me and on my foot -- with visible bruise on my left foot from the stampede. I roam around my sight. I’m inside an unfinished construction site because I see pipes and cements and bricks scattered around.And a man holding a huge gun. I started to freak out."Hmm!" I just realized that aside from being tied up, they also put a cloth around my mouth. "Hmmm!""What should we do about her, Mike?" he says and look over his shoulder where the other man is sitting. It was the one who carried me inside their SUV and probably was the one to hit me on my head with his big elbows."Dump her?"What? No!“Hmmm!”Oh God. What time is it already? Hugo’s probably starving and looking for me.“She was innocent, man. Boss wouldn’t like it if he knows we’ve
CHAPTER 7: ANGIE THE BABYSITTER Ten minutes after the incident at the abandoned hotel... Angie Miller,the point of view. Amelia is missing; that's the only thing that popped-up in my mind the moment we heard the huge explosion from the address that Amelia went. We've been searching for her even if the authorities had just told us that they'll contact us once they got traces of bodies inside. "Please, Ma'am, you can't just enter the premises as we're still investigating the incident." Sir Raphael and I immediately went here to find Amelia. We found nothing but Sir Raphael's old Suzuki -- which is now a bit ragged. It has a bit of trace of scratches, too. And aside from that, pizzas and its pizza boxes scattered on the floor. Amelia must've been there. She should have stayed here even if she's injured or something. I can tell it by watching the scenes
CHAPTER 8: DOC MELISSA At present time… Amelia Solace Bernard, the point of view. I wasn’t expecting that I will be brought in a luxurious condominium in NYC while Jacob is pushing me with a wheelchair and I just couldn’t imagine myself looking like a crippled human being. My body is full of dusts and dirt and my face even looks like a homeless person now. Mike is with us, too. He was the one guiding us through the long hallways and through the elevator. There are many people staring at us – at me. They must’ve been thinking as to why I am looking like a trash and being pushed by these two giant men beside me. The elevator dings and Jacob once again pushed me like in a hospital patient and Mike leads the way until we reach at the very end of the hallway on the right. We stop in front of the thick and wide wooden door that has a glass on either side of it, and its knob is made with smartlock. Mike reached for the button at the upper corner of the wall and I hear it rings from th