All Chapters of Ends: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Third person p.o.v.Louisa lay on the bed across the man who identified himself as Santiago, slowly eyeing the ceiling and counting numbers in the back of her mind.Santiago on the other hand was sitting patiently as the time went by, they explained that they'll be here an hour ago. What exactly is taking them so long is what he couldn't tell.A few moments of silence had passed between them before Louisa sighed and sat up straight, looking Santiago in the eye." You said my mommy is gonna be here"Oh no, Santiago internally exclaimed.Before Louisa agreed to have her meal three hours ago, she had demanded to know where her mother was. Long story cut short, Santiago lied about her whereabouts." Yes she is and she's on her way" he says again, hoping it'll shush her once more." Mommy is never late, I want to talk to her"

Hunter's p.o.v.I stepped into the office with practical everyone in there greeting their good mornings and giving me eyes of pity. Not surprised that they had heard the news too, the media didn't really give enough options to hide it.  Yeah, my dad had forgotten to call in telling everyone to take the week off. So I had to do it personally today.Even after I was seated, some employees walked up to my office to practically pay their condolences. I wouldn't have liked it on a normal day but seeing it was just to show how much they cared, I actually thanked them for it.Most had shown concern for the whereabouts of Iris, I easily told them that she was alright. Although hiding the part where she had quit her job.Today, I really didn't know what to do. I didn't have a secretary and seeing as the

Third person p.o.v.Louie sat in the corner of the room, softly crying as she had been since yesterday. Her eyes were already puffy and reddened and her frail figure if possible, looked a lot more tinier than she had been two nights ago.  She had deliberately refused to eat anything and it was slowly riling Santiago up.  If she died of hunger in his arms not only would Soldo have his head but he would never forgive himself." You know... if you had a little something to eat, you might just fall asleep " He tried another tactic in wooing her into feeding.  Santiago had sat on the floor a few feet from where Louisa had crouched herself and he watched her. He had assumed that leveling his height with hers would make himself seem a lot less intimidating, probably assuming that it was his size that frightens her. But it didn't work. She hadn't put any

An explanation to Hunter's mom's behavior in the previous chapter:Mrs McConnell was a woman who spent virtually almost half of her life training her son(Hunter), only to wake up one morning to hear that he was a bully and a rapist.No normal parent would believe such information immediately. Iris's parents worked for her, she had a part ownership with the school Iris had attended, yet not once did the news of her son bullying Iris come to her hearing.She wasn't trying to call Iris a liar but she's trying to get reasons why she should lose confidence in her own son ( typical reason why she was so questionable about Iris's own parents. No parent would have done what they did if Iris was truly going through pain)  This explanation may not be enough to some of you but I'm simply trying to clear out any air of Mrs McConnell looking like she's tryna blame someone el

Hunter's p.o.v.Mr Reid was taking a lot more time than he had said he would. He was already here earlier when he had collected the tube containing Louisa's blood and left the room. It was already fifteen minutes past nine am but our meeting was scheduled for eight thirty. Apparently, he's forty five minutes late. So you can guess, forty five minutes of my mind wandering and making impossible guesses on what exactly was going on with Louisa. None of the images were pretty. I couldn't even have a seat, the rate of my blood pressure can cause a pop of my aorta if cause even the slightest obstruction of blood flow. No one had said a word to me this morning before I had stepped out, except Claudette who had offered that I at least have breakfast. Every other person looked at me like I was in possession of the devils trident. So