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.
Mrs. Benson smiled as she watched her little angel, Pamela, run up to her. "Mum! Mum!" She hopped on the mat her mum had just spread and looked up at her excitedly."There's a cute little pond over there," Her hands outstretched as she eagerly pointed her index finger towards an oak tree, a big one, and behind it was a cute little pond just like she said. It was surrounded by cute tiny grey rocks and tall green grasses. Water lilies floated on the water. The soft rays of the morning sun penetrated the shallow water making it look more enchanting and beautiful.From where they looked, the water bubbled and they both gasped as a tadpole hopped out onto a lily pad. It was such an adorable tadpole."Aww," Mrs. Benson cooed.Mr. and Mrs. Benson had intentionally chosen the location as Pamela seemed to have a thing for nature.She smiled as she looked back at her daughter.Over the past years, Pamela had grown into a smart, sweet, and adorable young girl. She had been their only child and
"Picnic was fun!" Pamela yelled excitedly as she hopped in the car. "Thanks mum," She said as she hugged her mum. "Thanks pa," She said to her dad too as she took the hand he stretched out. "I took lots of pictures and they all came out really good. I think that area where we had our picnic is just so scenic. It's perfect for taking pictures." "You see that one of you guys running towards me? It was the best!" "So natural, unplanned. You both looked so carefree and utterly happy." She suddenly gasped, "And you need to see the pictures of the pond and the lilies and the tadpoles and the ," She moaned, "ahh they're breathtaking." And she rambled on and on clicking away on her camera. Even as her dad's phone began to ring repeatedly. She knew something was wrong. It was a gut feeling and her guts were always right. Even as her mum and dad exchanged calculated understood looks, she just kept rambling and rambling. And it just wasn't working anymore. She couldn't keep it and so
Mr Benson gave his daughter a squeeze on the shoulder and stood up to go get what he wants to share with her.He walked to his drawer, cleared the top and moved it. Pamela's eyes bulged out, she could have sworn with her life on the line that the drawer could not be moved.Mr Benson groaned silently, his muscles bunching as he moved it.He moved it and underneath was the rug, the same one that covered the whole room. He raised the rug and there was a brown squared shaped gleaming tile. He pulled it and there was a hole. He sneaked his hand in and he brought out a black case. A case that almost could pass for a glass case. Mr Benson's looked up at her and chuckled at her facial expression He beckoned on her to move closer.Legs shaky, she moved closer and knelt beside him.She didn't know why but she was scared.It was like her dad was letting her in on some really dark secrets."See?" Her dad said and pressed the red and only button on the case and a front where a code has to be p
She shrugged the hands off and ran back to her dad."P-a-ammm-y-," shakily, her dad raised his hand to caress her face."Daddddyyyy," she sobbed loudly, sniffing "don't leave me, daddy," She cried.Her dad tried to talk again and he coughed, spurting out more blood."Rrr- Ttt - ddd - R-"And those were the last words of her dad."Dadddd?" She cried."Dadddddd!!!" She felt hands on her again."Leave me alone," She kicked and flailed, "get your f*cking hands off me," She gritted out as she was dragged away from her parents. "You bastards!" She screamed and earned a hard slap from the one who seemed to be their boss. She looked him in the face, he had a round face and half trimmed full blond facial hair. She knew she would not be forgetting that face anytime soon. "Boss?" One of them queried.And their boss glared, "I ain't here to murder a child. Tie her!" And he turned his glare to her.She glared at him in rage. She just wants to strangle him. Strangle him so hard she'll get her h
"There's a little problem." He said as he looked at the sightly old man in front of him. "Stan, one of my men is injured."The head of the men who had attacked the Bensons said as he blew out the smoke that came from the cigarettes in his hand, he leaned on the wall and free arm nearest to the wall was stuffed in his pocket. "I knew I shouldn't have hired you for this job!" The slightly old man in the room bursted out, standing abruptly and causing the chair to shift back and make a gritting noise. The younger man raised his left eyebrow as he stood up abruptly. The noise of the chair shifting back echoed in the room. It was an abandoned warehouse, filled with nothing but smell of dirty dust and rustiness. More frequent heavy rain and the place would be going down. He had rushed there immediately the younger man called. "You don't talk to me like that. I just said one of my men is hurt and all your big fat lips could muster is that I messed up your stupid plan?" He said calmly, da
They parked their car not far from the yellow tape. They all came down one after the other.They walked to the scene and were greeted by the investigating team and paramedics, "good day, Sirs.""Good day," they responded as they looked around feigning to be pained. The atmosphere was tense, it looked gloomy and screamed the death of a loved one."Where's my friend?" the shortest of the men shout, sounding broken. He rushes to go beyond the tape but was stopped and instructed not to go in unless he was in overalls and gloves.They were all given overalls and gloves and they all went in. Everywhere looked sad and shoved all of their memorable times in their faces.The dead bodies were already in coats and on stretchers and they were already being moved out.The shortest of the three men notices a reporter close to him and said audibly, "I can't believe it! I can't believe Ben actually went through with his horrible plan, little wonder poor Pamela ran away".The reporter, just as intend
Rye, East Sussex, England.5:00AMIt was morning again, another day to go out there and work his ass off. He sighed, content as wiped his body dry from his bath. Yes, he works his ass off and his efforts are never in vain.He's a hard worker and so is his wife and they make enough to send their only child to school and still be able to eat the three square meal and still have some change left.Mr Jones looked up at the wall clock, it was 5:00AM. He needs to be at the river early if he intends to get good catches or any catch at all.He put on his t-shirt that was already ironed and laid out by his wife. It smelt fresh and clean as he put it on, he inhaled its fresh smell.He knew he had the best woman as his wife. Ellen, his wife, was humble to the core, caring, and smart. He could scarcely remember meeting any woman who is as kind and giving as her. Ellen would give her front teeth to feed a starving dog. Yeah, that was how caring she was.Mr. Jones's smile grew wider as he thought
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.