Days passed, they stayed in peace. Giselle and Greg seemed to be getting along better than the previous days.Robb loves Giselle more than he likes Erica, "come here, my dear," He said to her one day when she joined the family at the table."Good morning, sir," Giselle smiled, sitting close to him."If Greg treats you unfairly one day, reach out to me," He will always say to her.Maeve displayed her hate for Giselle anywhere she was, especially in Greg's presence.Giselle adapted to the situation in no time, "I like you," Greg said to Giselle one night.Smiling at the comment, she ignored leaving him all by himself. A new day had come and Greg planned to go out of York city."I'll be going to see the company today, Gis," He announced. "To be back when?" She asked, coming to stand in his front."In 2 days time," He said, packing his bags."Okay," She said, going to sit back on the chair she stood on."I'll call you, let me know when anything happens. Okay?" He said, smiling. They sp
Three more days passed, and Giselle didn't wake up. Greg's worries increased.He walked in and out of the hospital thrice a day, dropping flowers once everyday. Father and son sat silent in her ward, watching her unmoving body. "She's not waking, Dad," He complained to his father."She will," He consoled, smiling."How long?" He looked at his father expecting an answer. "Soon.""It's been six damm days! I don't have time," Greg said, looking at the lady again."I'm sorry, son," Robb said again. Nodding his head, he faked a smile. "It's fine."Doctor Fern walked into the ward in less than thirty minutes, smiling."Stop faking smiles here, Fern," Robb said, looking at the big file he held. "What's with this file you carry about?"Laughing at the comment, he answered, "I don't fake smiles, Robb.""Yeah, I know," He said in sarcasm."What are our chances, sir?" Greg asked, looking at the Doctor."She's improving, we're trying our best," Fern said, opening the file."You've been saying
Waking up, he looked at the lady standing before him. He looked around to recall his environment."What did you say?" He asked the lady again."It's time for the operation, you may leave the ward," She repeated.He got up, looked at the woman on the bed and walked to the door. "Don't let her die, please," He said to Fern before walking out of the room. Smiling, Fern patted his shoulder.Giselle was moved from a normal ward to a theatre room.Greg watched them shut the door, he smiled and walked away from the hospital to be back in a few hours.In hours, he returned to see Giselle's oxygen pipe removed."What happened?" He asked Fern."Congrats, man. Your woman is strong," Fern said, patting him."Is… she a..live?" He asked, running to the bed where she was laid."Shhhh!" Fern cautioned, "she's resting."Smiling with tears in his eyes, he ran back to the doctor, hugging him, "thank you!" He almost screamed, gripping the doctor."Heyyy!" Fern said, laughing. "God did.""Thank you," Gr
She slept at the hospital for a few more days, under Greg's watch. He watched her closely ensuring she didn't miss a dose. "When will I be discharged?" She asked that morning. "Soon," He answered, handing capsules to her."How soon?" She asked, receiving the capsules. "Very soon, although I don't know 'how soon' .""You deserve a kick, Greg," She said, lifting her leg from the bed."I know you will be discharged very soon, baby," He laughed, adjusting his chair."Okay," She answered, smiling. "We shall return back to your house after you are discharged," He said, looking at her."Immediately?" She asked, gulping water after the capsules."Yes, immediately.""That's better," She said."We'll go home to get your stuff and return to the city that same day, better?" He asked."Yes, better," She answered, smiling. "Dad will be here to see you often before we leave.""He was here throughout till you woke up," He said."I know what he can do," She smiled. "I'm glad too. Poor man, I'll mi
Giselle's health increased positively."Hello?" She answered a call that came into her phone. "Miss, good morning," The caller greeted."Good morning," She greeted back."How are you?" The caller asked. "I'm fine, Greg?" She asked, looking at the number."Yes, me," He laughed, happy she recognized his voice. "Did you lose your phone?" She asked.Laughing over the phone, he answered, "no, this is my private line.""Ohhhh, how are you?" She asked, relief she knows the caller."Stronger than I was," She answered, smiling."I miss you," She heard him say on the phone.Unsure of a good response, she nodded her head saying nothing."How free are you today?" He asked, changing topics."I don't know, I don't have plans either," She answered."Fair enough, we could hang out by evening then," He said. "You don't mind?""I..I don't mind. Yeah," She said, smiling."I'll be at your place by 4, get ready," He said, bringing the call to an end.Thomas walked into her room, smiling. "How are you?"
She stayed awake all night, crying and refusing to come out to see Thomas. "How can he say that?" She asked herself, crying."Open the door, Giselle," Thomas begged."Go away!" She screamed, throwing an object at the door."I'm sorry, can we just talk?" He asked."No!" She cried, searching for her phone."I didn't mean to, Gis," He said, knocking at her door again."You didn't mean to? Go away!" She screamed again, throwing another object.He left her door, and walked back to his room.She continued sobbing, getting a hold on her phone. She dialled a number. "Hello, Helen?" She called on her friend's name. "Hi, baby. Still awake?" Helen asked. "Yes," She answered, sobbing quietly."Are you okay?!" Helen asked again."Can I stay with you at your place?" She asked. "What? Do you have problems?" She asked. "I'll be there right away.""No, not tonight. Send me the address, I'll be there by morning," Giselle said, sobbing quietly.By morning, she left the house after Thomas left for h
A woman paced up and down in the office where she works uttering expletives."How can he do this?!" Erica ranted.It was a day after Greg's engagement with Giselle, the workers at Rock company resumed work in the morning. "How dare he?" She cried again, looking at her phone.On the screen of her phone was an update from a source showing pictures and videos of Giselle and Greg sitted in the private place he took her to."I thought he'd come back to beg me!" Erica said, walking to Greg's office. "How dare he?!"He opened his door with force, causing him to look up."What's this about?!" He looked up to see her fuming with anger."What's this about?" She asked, throwing her phone at him."Hey!" He screamed, catching the phone to look at the screen.Seeing the display on the screen of her phone, he smiled. "What a memorable day!""You bastard!" Erica said, walking to him. "How dare you?""Don't come close, Miss. I don't want to squeeze your pretty neck this day," He said, smiling. "Don't
"Good morning!" Giselle greeted other workers, walking into her office."Congratulations, Miss," Janet greeted when she saw her enter her office."Good morning, Janet," Giselle greeted, smiling. "Miss," Janet smiled again. "Congratulations to you on your engagement.""Thank you, Janet!" Giselle laughed, hugging her."I'll see you around," She muttered, walking away hurriedly.She sat on the chair meant to be hers, switching on her system.In minutes, the rest of the workers walked into the office, exchanging greetings. "Hello," Greg's voice thundered in the small office."Good morning, sir," Everyone greeted, standing on their feets. "Good morning, have a good day," He greeted, walking to the stairs that led to his office. "Have a good day, sir," They said after him. ** ** **"Are you still seeing him today?" Helen asked when they sat at the eatery."I guess so," Giselle answered. "You have no reason why he called?" Helen asked again."Noo," Giselle said
She saw a shadow from the door of her ward, Greg's physique."Ohhh," She heaved a sigh of relief."Hi," He greeted, walking into the ward."Greg?" She called him. "I am pregnant," She said again, watching him approach her. "I know," He said, looking at her."Ohh, you do?" She asked, looking at his face. "Yes," He said, nodding his head."It's a good one, right?" She asked, a smile on her face."Yeah," Greg said again, smiling with her. "How are you?" He asked, the smile fading."Fine," She said, looking at his face. "Greg?" She called, sitting up on the bed."It's fine," He said, sitting beside her on a chair close to her bed. "I am sorry," She said again."It's fine," He said again, standing on his feet. "You'll return back to the cell in 24 hours.""Yeah," She said, nodding her head...."I took a flight the moment I saw the news," Thomas said, calling the thinking woman to reality."Tom!" She said, walking to the door."I'm sorry," Thomas said, tears trickling down his face.
Flashback:"Shut up!" She screamed at Robb, pointing her gun at his face."Who are you?!" The old man asked, his hands in the air. He freezed, realising the doom he was in. "Please," He pleaded."Pamela Benson," She announced, her gun still pointed at his face.Present: "Pamela?" Robb asked, searching for her face in the mask."The man you killed 10 years ago," She said, cocking her pistol. "What?!" The old man asked in astonishment, bringing his hands down."This is for what you did to my family," Giselle said again, shooting at him."Hey!" The old man screamed, holding his son on the floor."Greg?!" Robb screamed, touching his son's body.She blinked twice to be sure her sight didn't fail her. "Greg?" She said, shifting from her spot. She shot at the man. But, his son ran into the scene and received the bullet."Ohh, no!" She whispered, her hands shaking, while she threw the hard pistol to the floor. "What did you do?!" The old man cried, his hands still on the body of his son.
A knock was heard on Thomas's door, causing him hurrying to the door."Hi," Giselle greeted, standing outside his house."You want to stay outside?" He asked, laughing."I wouldn't mind," She answered, a smile on her face."Come on in!" He shouted at her, opening the door wider."I will!" She said, walking into the house. "Welcome, baby," Thomas greeted. "Thank you, Tom," She greeted, smiling. "How are you?" She asked."Fine," He said simply, watching her sit. "How are you too?""Just fine, bigger," She answered, raising her legs to the chair."You didn't bring anything for your brother, the best sister ever!" Thomas mocked."Really?!" Giselle asked, laughing. "Yeah! Is this weight you're adding, Giselle?" Thomas said, looking at her on the chair she sat on. "Weight?" Giselle asked, examining herself."You're damn fatter than the last time we saw!" Thomas said again, looking at her."I don't go out there, remember?" Giselle said, standing on her feet for a better view of herself.
She peeped through again to be sure her sight didn't fail her."Dad," She muttered, recognizing the man in the picture."Dad," She said again, recognizing the other man as Greg's father. "How?!" She asked, flipping pages to see more of the pictures.She flipped and saw more pictures of Robb and her father, Mr. Benson.Rushing through the stairs back to the big living room to see her father-in-law, she almost tripped."Easy honey," Robb said, watching her walk to his side."Where's Greg?" She asked, smiling at the old man."He stepped out a while ago, dear," Robb answered."Okay," She said, walking closer to the old man."What do you want?" Robb asked, watching her approach him. "Who is this man?" She asked, showing him a picture in a page from the album."Ahhhh!" Robb said, smiling. "Benson.""Benson?" Giselle said, feigning innocence. "That's Mr. Benson," Robb answered, looking at her face. "Where is he?" She asked again, her gaze fixed on his face."He's dead," he answered. "He
They walked out of the bed one morning after kissing each other, "good morning.""How are you?" Greg asked, kissing her again."Fine. How are you?" Giselle asked back, touching his hairy chest."Fine," He said, kissing her neck when his phone rang."I'm downstairs," Giselle whispered, kissing him again while she walked away from the room."Let me take this call," She heard him say before walking away from the room...."Baby?" Greg called, walking to the kitchen where she was making breakfast. "Baby," She answered back, her face filled with smiles."What are you making?" He asked, peeping at the pan on the fire from her back where he stood."Pancakes," She answered, turning to look at him."Good enough," He said, kissing her neck from behind."Right?" She asked, adding another set of flour to the pan on the fire."You remember Robb?" Greg asked, a smile on his lip."No," She answered, teasingly."Do you remember Robb Thompson?" He asked again, enjoying the moment. "Yeah!" She answ
She shot at their bodies again, causing the almost dead ones to die instantly."Good!" She praised herself, patting the pistol in her hand. Smiling at what she just did, Giselle gripped her knife."Hmmm!" She said, struggling with the thick knife on the bodies of her prey."KM!" She said again, standing up to leave the house."Here! Go to hell!" She muttered again, kicking the bodies and walking out through the door.She mounted her bike, driving through the streets again in the middle of the night. ** ** **She walked into Thomas's house, seeing him asleep. She returned the bike to it's spot, changed her costume and walked out of her brother's house.Mounting her husband's car, she drove out of the compound, in search of her own home in the darkness. She drove back into her home in not less than 2 hours to see Greg still sleeping."This worked!" She said, walking to her own side of the bed."Baby!" She said, hugging her husband to herself while she drifted
2 weeks later:Giselle sat at the eatery with her best friend, Helen, when her phone rang."Come over to the house after work," Thomas said over the phone."Everything okay?" She asked, listening to everything he said with care."I've got an update," He explained."I'll join you when I'm done here," She said before ending the call. "What's up?" Helen asked, looking up to her friend."It's nothing, Tom wants to see me," She said in explanation, sitting back on the chair she stood up from. "Ohhh, is he alright," Helen asked again."Yeah, siblings thing," Giselle said, smiling. "I can imagine," Helen said, laughing."Yeah, yeah," Giselle said, nodding her head. "Gist me.""Jake asked me out," Helen said, smiling."He did!" Giselle asked, giggling."Yes!" Helen said again, laughing with excitement."What did you tell him?""Yes.""You did?!" Giselle screamed, hitting her friend on the shoulder."Yes!" Helen said, laughing. "Do you like him?" Giselle asked, looking at her friend with s
2AM:She jumped out of the bed, searching for something."What is it?" Greg asked, rushing to her side."It's nothing serious," She said, returning to the bed."Are you okay, baby?" He asked again, laying beside her on the bed, his hand on her neck."I'm not sick, Greg," She said, placing her head on the pillow."Are you looking for something?" He asked again, with a worried look on his face."I thought I left my handbag at the hospital yesterday.""Ohhh!" Greg said, satisfied she gave him an answer. "It's in your wardrobe.""Okay," She said, smiling. "Go to sleep," She begged, kissing his lips.She watched him close his eyes with a smile on her face. ...Dawn:"Good morning," She greeted, walking into her brother's ward."Gis," He greeted, smiling and sitting up on the bed."When will you be discharged?" She asked, sitting on a chair beside the bed."Tomorrow," He answered."I can't find my babies," She whispered, looking him in the eyes."What babies?" Thomas asked with a confuse
'R' and 'T' have decided to hire a private investigator to look into the case. It has been a terrific moment for R and T after the death of their third party, Dave.They came together at a place to discuss the way forward."What do we do at this point?" R questioned."I don't know, someone is haunting us," T said, thoughtfully."Dave was killed few days after Kev's death," R said, looking at his friend."Not just Kev. But, his entire workers!" T spat."Dave's household members died the same night with him too!" R remarked."His gateman too," T said."We need to do something, friend," T said again."Who shall we call?" R questioned T with a look of worry on his face."I wouldn't know," T answered, with more look of worry on his face. ** ** **The Thompson's house:Two bodies stirred on a big bed, clutching themselves."Wake up," Greg said, smiling."Why?" Giselle asked, stirring again."Because it's morning," He answered, ruffling her hair."Tch!" She hissed.