Hunter
The coolness of the water as it cascaded down my back was enough to make me feel a little bit better. I spread my palm on the tiled wall, closing my eyes as I inhaled the scent from the candle I lighted. An image of someone in black, whose face I didn't see the day I went to see Veronica at work, came to me. I also remembered the day I got hit from behind, before the car speed away. I tried my best to check if it was the same car but I couldn't remember since both incident happened at night. But the coincidence was that it happened around Veronica.
Who could be following her and for what reason... I pondered. I tried and failed to erase the fear that gripped my heart as I imagined something bad happening to her. My proposal for her to move in with me might have seemed sudden to her, but it wasn't to him. Ever since she began staying the night, he had loved and gotten used to the feeling of having someone to sleep with and wake up with. He loved being able
Writer's pov Diana listened to the conversation going on between Cherry and their early morning guest. She looked from her smiling daughter to the guest, wondering what was going on. She did this while preparing breakfast for the house, dropping a plate infront of him. He took it and digger in immediately. "Mother makes the best pancakes." Cherry said and Diana, despite having heard that statement a million times felt her heart swell. "I can taste it. My mom makes heavenly food but I don't think her pancakes are as good as this." He said before he took another fork and deposited the breakfast in his mouth. Both mother and daughter watched with their mouth slightly parted as their guest kept rushing his food like he hadn't eaten in weeks. "There is no need to rush, mom made plenty, right mom?" She turned to look at her mother. Diana slowly nodded, wondering if she made plenty like Cherry told him. "So Tom, why are you here this ea
Writer's povMark had to quickly rush down the stairs after his daughter barged into his room, yelling him awake to tell him two men were fighting in their house. He had been seriously tired he hadn't even noticed the sun that was already high in th sky, with his rays dancing through the open window into the room. He prided himself in waking up super early but the events from the last forty eight hours had been something else. He had just got to the corridor, when his wife's loud yell after a loud crashing sound, made him break into a run."WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" he shouted at the top of his voice, looking at the two men who had each other's clothes squeezed in their hands, but had their eyes on his wife. He turned and found his wife standing still, her eyes wide open as she looked at something he couldn't see from his place on the stairs."They broke my vase! They broke my vase!" She yelled before walking towards the pieces, moving gingerly so she wouldn't step
Bainbridge islandWriter's povKelly had woken up extra early since she had been unable to sleep. Her body had still not recovered from the accident, and even though she was told that all was well with her baby, she couldn't help but feel all was not well. It was more of paranoia keeping her awake, not the body pain she was almost sure she must have imagined.The house was totally devoid of human sound as she climbed down the stairs. The only sound she could hear was the sound of the rustling leaves of the tall tress behind the house and the chirping birds that she could imagine were situated on the tree, even the wind joined in the morning melody, despite the shining sun. She wrapped her blanket tighter around her and walked to the deck at the front of the house. She sat on one of the opened foldable chairs, feeling content as she allowed the peace of the morning to settle into her and wash away all her anxiety."You look so peaceful." A voice said
Bainbridge islandBetty cradled the mug of hot tea she had in her hands as she watched Leon and Kelly on the deck, talking and laughing like they were old friends. She smiled, happy Kelly finally allowed herself to have a friend that wasn't someone in the family. She wondered if her daughter, Veronica, would have gotten along with her. She cringed when she remembered agreeing to adopt Kelly's child when it was born, shaking her head as she thought of how stupid she must have been to have decided to do that.She felt her mother before she walked into the room, clearing her throat as she came in. Betty didn't look back, but she did say a morning greeting to her, not wanting to be rude."That young man is a keeper, reminds me of Jameson." Lucinda said, watching her daughter instead of the two outside."Hmm." Was Betty's reply to her mother. Lucinda felt pained when her daughter didn't turn to speak to her, but she had made up her mind tha
Writer's povCynthia groggily opened her eyes, blinking as she tried to block the sun rays from entering her eyes. She took a moment to let her eyes adjust, staring at the curtain, wondering why it looks so strange and familiar at the same time. She kept staring at the curtain till it finally dawned on her that it wasn't her curtain back at home: it was Paul's curtain. As if to confirm her suspicion, she finally felt the heavy arm lying across her back. She recognized that pose anywhere, it was a pose she loved and seeked even in sleep.She had spent the night at Paul's house!!! (Mental scream)She threw her head around, beating herself up for staying in the house of her enemy.Enemy? Pish! Don't pretend you're not excited!The voice she had been trying to ignore for years whispered.She squeezed her mouth as she thought of what to do in the situation she found herself.What you should be asking yourself is what you did la
Writer's povEsther paced the small garden, while Chris was seated reading the newspaper. He would take his eyes off the paper to look at his wife, concerned that she was bothered by her dream and more by her conversation with their son. The beautiful garden located at the back of their large house was filled with beautiful birds, all of which kept singing one song or the other, making a testament to the beautiful morning and the beautiful New York weather. If only they could pass the peace they felt to Esther so she could stop worrying about the dream she had."Would you stop pacing? I feel like I could faint any moment." He folded his newspaper and tried again to get her to sit, but just like the other times, she ignored him."I can't. I had that dream three days in a row, three days in a row, Chris!" She gave him a hysterical glare and he shook his head."It doesn't mean anything." He knew it meant something, but all he wanted that moment was for
VeronicaMy heart felt heavy for no reason as I walked into Cship's building. Missing work the other was something I hadn't planned and I wondered what exactly I had missed. The clicking sound of my black pumps got Bob, the security, looking my way. He threw a smile my way, as I said a quick greeting before I dumped the ring donuts I bought for him."You definitely know how to spoil a man." He said, his eyes practically flooding the tasty treats as he opened the box to take a look."I'm sure you wish your wife was more like me, right." I teased, smiling mischievously."Wanna know a better wish?" He waved me closer so he could tell say something, "I wish there was a time machine now that would take me back, so I could wait till you came." He whispered into my ears and I laughed, enjoying our banter."Well, I'll leave you to it." I winked as I drew back, walking towards the lift."I'll do justice to it, I might even give the new guy when he co
Veronica"Wait... Wait.." I paced the length of his office, acting like I was thinking, " I think I know why you gave Miles the promotion now. If you could have threatened to kill him one moment, only to promote him the next, then I wonder what Miles knows." It was the way Evans got out of the seat and slammed his hands loudly on the desk, displacing some contents on the floor."Don't you dare!" He spat, his eyes bulging out of its sockets as he tried to stare me down. "Or else!""You'll fire me?" I supplied, not scared at all. "Don't worry, I quit. No way will I remain in the employ of a sexist like you!""Get out of my office!" He yelled back at me, spittle flying out of his mouth."Not until I say my piece. You promoted Miles because he knew of your affair with Gina, didn't you?" I asked on my loudest voice, ready to bring this house down. If the people wanted gossip, tell me who I was not to supply it."You don't have any proof!" He spat
EpilogueWriter's povThe smiles on the faces of the guest as they watched Hunter kiss Veronica couldn't be qualified with any English word. They all shared in the happiness of the Most unlikely yet likely couple of the year. Diana smiled as Mark kissed her cheeks, while rubbing her over grown tummy holding twins. Cynthia and Paul were also smiling, no baby yet, as Cynthia had infertility issues, but they didn't let it ruin their joy or their love. Kelly watched as Leon held her baby, feeling content and at peace. Her father had been released, his paralysis had not been permanent, now able to work after treatment. Personally, this writer would have loved it if it had been permanent, but she was all about forgiven9and second chances. Thomas had been found guilty and was given a sentence of sixty years with no chance of a parole, but Robert, his wife, Jameson and sometimes Veronica, without Hunter's permission, were occasional visitors. He had confessed to all hi
Veronica's povI looked around the room I had been locked in when I woke up, quickly taking in the double bed, the flat screen TV, the door I knew led to the toilet, and the brown closed curtains. I would have yelled but I couldn't as Thomas had gagged my hand and tied my hands and feet. I wondered how long I had been out as I remembered struggling with Thomas. It felt weirdly familiar and I couldn't say why. According to the picture, Hunter was supposed to be the one that kidnapped me since he was the one I left with, but he wasn't the one that kidnapped me now, so what was going on.I totally didn't remember anything as I had been heavily drugged, but would I have allowed the man that raped me be the one that I felt most comfortable with?Something wasn't adding up and I didn't like it. I saw the doorknob moving before I heard the sound and the door opened. Thomas came in, carrying three bags filled with things. He saw me sitting on the bed and smile
Hunter's povI slammed the door of the car, causing some birds resting on a tree to take flight over my head. I looked around the place, wondering why it looked totally decrepit like it had been abandoned."Welcome to bridgeforest." Leon said, spreading his arms round as he read what was written on the old and dusty signboard that had other illegible hand writings on it."It looks abandoned." I stated the obvious as I turned to watch Leon."If you go in, you'll find police tape around some areas of the forest. It was sealed off after the rape and kidnapping incident that took place there." He informed me. I already knew this, not the tape surrounding the cabin, but the incident that took place. It was clear that if the place was a crime scene, it would have been closed off." You ready? " he asked, waiting for me so we could go. I nodded and then he began to walk towards the wood.It took a while before we could get t
Writer's povRobert opened the door of the room and came out, scrubbing a hand down his face as he walked out. His wife had been so tired lately and she couldn't get up as early as she used to as she felt tired. He dragged his feet to the kitchen so he could get a cup of coffee so he could start his day. He stretched and lifted the coffee beans from the first cupboard. It closed with a small bang. He turned to pick up the coffee pot sitting patiently on the isle in the middle of the kitchen."Lovely house!" Robert heard before he could finishing turning. He walked back some steps, looking at the relaxed figure of his half brother. He wouldn't have been that scared if he had known he was there. His eyes quickly roamed the other's body. He moved back to the isle, resting his body on it when his hands went to the spot under the isle where he kept his gun."Looking for this?" Robert saw the gun he been trying to get in his half-brother's palm. Even though the way th
Hunter's povI turned to look at Veronica who had been pretty strong so far, that was till we got on the plane. At the airport, I noticed she was always looking around like she was jittery. I confirmed that by suddenly calling her and she jumped, before proceeding to tell me lies about how she was doing great."I am doing great!" She said on a slightly hitched voice and a thumbs up like she was encouraging me. I shook my head and turned back to check the departure time."We can still go back, and you'll call and send him a gift or book a cruise for him." I said, dragging my eyes to look at her. Her response had been to shake her head, taking a deep breathe in before she told me she was not backing down. Don't get me wrong, I was exceptionally proud of her and her courage, but I knew it was never easy to do something till it was time to do it.Now, she had her fingers digging into the arms of our business class seat. We were both watching a comedy movie sh
Writer's povTom rubbed his palms nervously together as he waited for Duncan to come pick him up. He kept trying to remember the plan and not fail because his freedom from debt depended on what he was about to do. Thinking of the night he cried to his mother about being in trouble, he took his phone from his back pocket and pressed the speed dial number one. He waited for her smooth, calming voice to come on, but the voice he heard was totally different and unexpected."Who is this?" He didn't even bother with a greeting, although he found the voice slightly familiar."Good morning to you too Tom." The man said, irritating Tom more. " This your neighbor from the front." He said, purposely not mentioning his name. Tom saw red, wondering why his mother would be with the middle-aged muscled ex-cop infront at that time. As if he could read his mind, the cop said."Don't worry, she's fine. Your mother and I have been meeting for coffee recently, and we'v
Writer's povMark opened the door to his room, stepping in tiredly. He wondered how he was supposed to prepare for the match the next day especially when he had been so busy to train. Luckily he had been training everyday, unwilling to let that part of his former life go as it was kept him fit and strong. He had just finished talking to Cherry, telling her a story of his time in the orphanage. Cherry loved listening to her father's stories from his time when he was younger,but her all time favorite was the story of him and Diana."I wish I can have a love story like yours and mom." She sighed, looking up at him from the bed, very disadvantaged in height even with him seated. Mark didn't know how to feel about her having a love story like his and his wife because it hadn't been easy at the beginning."I think it's better you have your love story, with a man that will cherish and honor you for life.""But that is what you have with mom? Is it ba
Writer's povDulce turned to look at the person causing the commotion at the door. What she found was totally unexpected. Adams strolled him into the room, walking like he had no care in the world. Everyone turned their heads towards him, watching him as he slinked close to where she stood. He seemed oblivious to the attention he was getting. Philip ran towards the corridor where he had seen Mark enter.Dulce hitched to slap Adam for daring to come to for the wake, but she held back, using one hand to hold the other. Adam made a big fanfare, clearing his throat loudly as he dipped his hand into his suit pocket to bring out a white envelope."I am so sorry for your loss Dulce. Simon was a great man." He said, his eyes totally revealing the insincerity of his words. "At the hospital, I tried to offer my help in paying all the bills but Mark decided to interfere and I couldn't." Diana came to stand in front of Dulce, using her body to shield her. He looked at
Vanessa's pov"Whew!" I exclaimed as I packed the last of my things into my bag, looking around the room incase I might have forgotten something. Nope, I hadn't.I zipped up the bag, wondering how I accumulated more things when what I brought hadn't been as much. You'd think I bought more things and in a way I did get new things, I just wasn't the buyer of those things, I was only the receiver. Helen I found was a serious shopperholic, who especially shopped when things weren't going as well as they should. Hunter's sister, Adriana, too was a hard shopper, buying anything and everything as long as it caught her interest. I got involved in it because they both loved gifting, giving me things when they bought in twos or threes. I had gotten a lot of things I wouldn't even need like a cute dog head tooth brush holder, a twirling shaving stick and many more. It was worth mentioning that I also got some new clothes and dresses. I had throughly enjoyed my stay with them in X