"Ahhhhh" Ellen, Mr. Jones' wife, continued to scream loudly as her husband cussed.He had jerked back as his wife bumped into him, causing the hot water in the bucket she held poured on him."Shit! Shit! Shit!" He muttered repeatedly as he felt a tiny burn and then rushed to the bathroom.Ellen stopped screaming and ran after him, apologizing profusely, "I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry, honey. I had no idea you were coming." She rambled on as he removed his shirt, "I called you and you didn't answer so I just assumed you didn't hear me."Her husband poured cold water on his chest, and winced a little, "I'm so sorry," she repeated."It's alright, dear. It wasn't really hot since you know, you already mixed it.""Still," she pouted, "I'm sorry, is there a burn? Does it hurt?" She asked as she checked his chest for any scald."Honestly it's cool. It already cooled before I even got here," he shrugged, "I guess I panicked unnecessarily"."I'm so sorry," she said again and wrapped her hands
Just as she stepped out of the room she went straight to the laundry room to dump the sneakers and purse in the laundry basket.She then walked out and went to the kitchen where she started to cut the fish into fillets and rinse them. Few minutes later, her husband sauntered into the kitchen looking like he just got out of the shower, which he admitted to."You're done cleaning the car." She commented."Yeah," he affirmed as he looked around the kitchen. "What can I help you with?" She looked around too, "umm, nothing, just watch and learn," she said, smirking at him.He rolled his eyes, "oh puh-lease, I can cook too."She raised her eyebrow, "whatever", he said chuckling. "Oh, Tye called. He said he'll soon be here"."Alright," she nodded as she rinsed the fish fillets again."I just really hope she'll survive it.""Me too, his wife," his wife sighed.Just then, the doorbell rang."That must be him," Mr Jones said as he walked out of the kitchen to go get the door."Hey man! Thank
Ellen flinched back in fear as she opened the door."Hello," the person at the door greeted in an unusual accent waving her hand like a kid."Hello, Mrs. Mi," she answered, releasing her grasp on the vase. It was their weird small slim red-headed neighbour that moved in seventeen months ago. Well, she was more creepy than weird; though sometimes, it's in a funny way. Ellen had looked through the peephole of the door before opening the door but she didn't see anyone. Only for her to open the door and almost immediately, Mrs Mi jumped out.Yeah, she's a grown up yet she acts like a kid and that screams weird!"Hello,'' Mrs. Mi said again, her surprisingly white set of teeth on full display. "Hello," she answered again, trying to maintain the smile on her face.Every normal person would have said whatever they came for but no, not Mrs. Mi. She just kept grinning and staring at her.Ellen grinned back, "uhh, how may I help you, Mrs Mi?" "Oh! There's nothing at all," she started in her
Just as they were talking, one of the nurses rushed out. She was in so much haste that they couldn't even stop her to ask about the situation.Immediately, another ran out. They quickly stood up and tried to ask her what was happening. "There's an emergency, we need more equipment and we aren't even sure she'll make it," she said in a rush with no emotion as she steadily and quickly walked out."The hell?" Jones yelled out after the nurse."Jones! Lower your voice. We're in the hospital." Ellen cautioned, "but that was really blunt," she finished, close to tears."Are nurses even supposed to relay such information?" He said as he tried to comfort his wife who stood aside, teary eyed, "it's alright, honey, she'll definitely make it. She seems like a fighter."."Definitely!" looking up at the hospital's ceilings, she continued, "she'll definitely make it! We'll just have to be patient and wait for the doctor," she said and her husband led her to the chair in front of the ward he had e
There was good news and there was good food. Giselle has been moved to her ward, and true to Dr. Tye's words, it was a private ward and only a limited number of people were allowed in.Doctor Tye had shyly accepted the food Ellen offered him after he came back from successfully helping bring a new life to the world.Though Giselle was still unconscious, the Jones' were happy to see her looking better. At least she was now breathing slightly.She was now looking less pale; her color had come back, she was looking more alive. Her bruises and wounds were also looking very well kept."She's beautiful," Ellen said in awe.Mr Jones nodded, "not as beautiful as you, though".Ellen blushed. "I'll go change now," Mr Jones said to his wife as he walked to the restroom in the wardroom. "Alright," Ellen nodded.He was leaving the hospital. It was dawn, another time the fishes were easily and plentifully caught. He would sell them in the night market. The night market was always more profitable
It was dark and silent and warm. Especially her right palm, it was probably being held and it felt warm."Maybe it's her mom" She wondered as she opened her eyes only to quickly slam it shut as the bright white light burned her eyes. Her fingers twitched as she slowly, very slowly, tried to open her eyes again. The girl looked around as her eyes took in her surroundings. It was all white, the curtains, the walls, the ceilings, everywhere. Though, she observed that the beeping box-like thing that was by her left wasn't white, what appeared on its screen was a whole lot of different colours.And then she turned to her right side and she jammed eye with a pretty human; one who was staring at her like she just woke up from the land of the dead."Giselle?" The lady said as she gripped her palm tighter and grinned widely at her."Could she be her mom?" She thought.She looked beautiful and young. She looked happy and at the same time, she looked worried.She tried to move her lips and she
Mr Jones looked at Giselle through the glazing on the door; she was smiling and she was eating. She seemed to be enjoying the meal. She looked healthy and well.He couldn't help but wonder, "does she remember? Does she remember anything about herself?"Balancing the bags in his hands, he grasped the doorknob, turned it and opened the door.As the door swung open, Giselle looked up sharply. The hand holding the spoon of food freezed in the air as she observed him.Seconds passed and he stood there at the door watching her as she assessed him curiously. Still looking at him, she finally dipped the spoon of food into her mouth. She cocked her head, the spoon still in her mouth. Her brow scrunched up as she kept staring at him with the spoon still in her mouth."Wouldn't she chew the food in the spoon?" Mr Jones wondered as his gaze riveted to the spoon she still held in her mouth. He finally closed the door and walked in.She still stared at him as he walked in. Few more feets and he
It was still very early in the morning so Ellen decided that she'd just come back to buy the soap. Ellen was about to turn and start walking into the hospital when she saw someone waving at her from across the road.She squinted her eyes to see who it was; Red shirt, Long yellow skirt and red shoes.She relaxed, "red shoes," she mouthed. She could never mistake those red shoes, she would recognize them anywhere.With a mad dash, "the person flew across the road to her".Panting, the person rushed to her, gripping her big handbag tightly."Mrs Jones," she called her name in her unusual accent, panting."Mrs Mi," she answered, wondering how she knew the hospital they were in."Oh Sherlock," the hand not holding the bag was on the lower part of her tummy as she kept panting, "stalking your husband is a nightmare!" Ellen looked at her, "you stalked my husband? What do you mean you stalked my husband?" she asked quickly."Around 1:00AM this morning, I saw him drive to your home. Of Course
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.