**ANTONY SANTOS**On the bright side, as hard as it was to believe in everything there's truly a bright side.Tracy Scott will stand before my eyes no matter what. I need to focus on that and stop spiraling regardless of the dangers surrounding today's activities. I'm sure Ginny will be safe with Miss Patty once she returns from school. I've cleared that side with her, so for now all I have to focus is ending this facade which starts with meeting with Tracy today.If the calculations with the snake are accurate, which it usually is, Tracy will come in this morning. The only question is; will she return back home, or be kept somewhere else? To get that answer, I'll have to meet you with Tina. I feel dirty using her like this, but there's also another angle to this. If I'm close to her, I can press and push her back into the light. If yeh revenge glass can fall from her eyes, they will finally be open to see how cruel and harsh she's become. I still believe there's good in her. She's ju
**ANTONY SANTOS**Recall how I sang the praises of him for planning an operation so spotless that little or no error could easily be detected, I didn't sing his praises quite well enough. He rose past my expectations after the debrief was over. The plan was full proof, it was calculated in such a way that no one could stop them, without having me on the inside that is.For starters, they didn't pick six men like before when Jericho was in charge, they used just Tina and me. They picked us because of the close relationship, they chose us knowing we had a direct entrance to the building with no questions asked by anyone. It was the best decision with just one flaw, two actually, maybe more but I'll figure those out as I go. The first was Tina. Her thirst was growing by the minute. Being this close to her definition of revenge took a nasty turn on her as the hours clocked by. She grew impatient and angry. This was vengeance if she had the decency to admit it to herself at the very least.
**TRACY SCOTT**Twenty four hours. Time seemed to go slow and fast at the same time.. time. It was excruciatingly slow when I waited by my bed for any news of Antony, his whereabouts, his safety, and mine since it seemed linked up to this point. I watched the clock and with each tick crying inside for what had befallen him. Nothing came. No one said a Goddamn word about it.Then suddenly, the news of the fire arrived. In over a decade, there hadn't been any news about the company, bad that is. There had been plenty. Aside from staff coming in and leaving, there wasn't any newsworthy thing to note that might ruin the company's reputation, my dad kept it off-limits. He ensured the company, my legacy was protected at all costs. Which brings a very suspicious fire. I had no doubt "it" was involved somehow. What was the purpose? Destroy the entire company? Antony wouldn't let that happen no matter what, even if it meant hurting himself. I cringed at the thought, but the sad truth. Did he
**TRACY SCOTT**It's not real. I kept repeating it. Over and over again. Maybe if I can't do it over a hundred times, it'll be true. I was well aware of Tina tugging my full weight down the stairs, she pointed the gun at the maids, they stood still, letting her pass. Even if there wasn't a gun to their faces, they'll let her take me willingly. I'm sure they're jubilating in their minds, the wicked witch is finally getting what's coming to her. After over two decades of being the brat who ruins everyone's life, she's finally getting a full scoop of her own medicine. I knew their thoughts. I was well aware of how everyone faked their pleasure around me, no one liked me. I can't blame them. I'm a terrible person, I deserve this.Whatever Tina and it was going to do to me, I deserved it and many more. I didn't struggle, I kept a neutral expression and let her take me out through the door, I kept my gaze on something else instead. My bloody hands, shirt, pants. His blood. It splattered on
68**TRACY SCOTT**Antony 's died. He died. Just as Tim did, except his head wasn't cut off, he was shot in cold blood, now he's dead. Once more, I'm fully responsible for this happening.I wrapped both arms around my waist, shaking tenderly, resting my head against the floor blood, my heart rate was elevated, I couldn't breathe properly any longer. A huge lump rose in my chest, clogging my airway. I stood up, hyperventilating, walking around the room while trying to catch my breath. He's dead. He's dead. Antony 's gone..I'll never see him again because of my actions. He died because of me.I heard a hissing sound, I turned and the air conditioning begah filling the room with a substance. Once I inhaled it, I felt dizzy, rushing rushing on to something stiff.For once I was glad he was knocking me out, I'll be haunted in my dream for sure, but while I'm awake I'll feel awful.Moments later, I slumped to the floor, the effects of the gas working quicker than expected."Antony, forgive
69**TRACY SCOTT**The sweet scent of food reached my nostrils giving me no other option than to wake up. My eyes fluttered open and beside me was a table filled with several dishes, a glass of water, then a gallon beside it."You may eat. I've gotten what I wanted from you. I wanted you to beg. Get on your knees. Fully broken. Unable to do any other thing than beg. I wanted you to resolve torn to pieces, that's exactly what I got. You may eat."The speaker went off. I'm not sure I heard those words currently, I'm not certain I cared much either. I sat straight, crawled to the other side, and held the bed for stamina. The back of my head had been bandaged due to my fall, it still hurt badly. On the table, I saw a sachet containing several pills, turning the back to read, I realized they were pain killers. I'd take them after eating.Since I had a full gallon, I used the water in the cup to rinse my hands then dug into each plate. I started with the rice, then added the vegetables and
70**THIRD PERSON**THE Paramedics arrived on the scene. The actual reason for the swift response was the state of the victim inside according to the 911 caller. She stated that the person was on the verge of dying. They didn't stop to think that the person might be a help or maybe a maid, or cook. Their first thought was simplyTracy Scott . Her father got the call and rained the entire force on his house. No one knew of his personal whereabouts, he was coordinating with the FBI trying to find out who exactly was responsible for the kidnappings , and the reign of terror as a whole.He placed the guards, cameras, and was assured of his daughter's safety. Imagine the reaction he gets when the call comes through.Mr Scott is on his way back from the headquarters, eyes blazing red, hands shaking, all his thoughts and prayers on his daughter. Little does he know; she's not the object of excitement. What should he think? Feel better that his daughter might be alive, or be sad that she isn'
71** Mr Scott **"What do you mean? I think you're a sham or a liar, or maybe this seems like a sick and twisted joke to you, but aside from the fact that the man in there risked his Life for my daughter, he is also the key to finding her, it is of paramount importance that they both survive, that means they are of equal importance, your idea of helping me is to kill him? This was a mistake. I should be by his side, just in case he falls into a critical state again."I proceeded to stand up, keeping a lid on my brimming anger. This was a very big mistake. He might not even be an agent."Seat down Mr Scott . Your Impatience is going to turn out to be a big problem. I suggest you keep a lid on it. Hear me out before bursting into anger and letting annoyance take the driver seat ""You're talking in parables! My daughter is out there with a psychopath. He's doing God knows what. Antony Santos is on the brink of dying. I'm spiraling. I don't know where it's going to attack next. Me? I h