The sound of the alarm awakened her from her slumber. Raven shot up from the bed. Sweat trickling down her face. It was another nightmare. Her heart pounded in its cage, she was sure the muscle would stop working at any moment. The creased sheet bore evidence to another restless night and the beauty could swear she felt someone watching her throughout the night.
The same feeling reality fed to her. There was that thought. The one regarding her stalker. There was that word. It scared her more than she would admit. But there was no way her stalker was present in her current dimension. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to clear her blurry vision. She wished the unsettling feeling could be cleared along with it.
"Get me some coffee April," she muttered gently.
Her brain updated her —sighing in dismal, she gave a mental note to increase her personal assistant’s pay after everything ends, she was extremely useful.
"Rose!" She shrieked still laying lazily on her bed. Rose was one of the maids in the mansion.
"Roselyn!!!" She yelled once more and a five feet figure dashed into her room panting heavily.
"Quit panting like a dog ." Her eyes immediately fell down to her feet.
"Get me some coffee," Raven ordered and she left the room leisurely.
It was a bad day, her father had bailed on her the previous day, she spent most of her time in her room after arriving from her interview.
The thought of her father suddenly hit her.
Of course it was a bad day!
He was dying soon.
Rushing into her bathroom, she did her usual morning routine.
Storming out of the room, the little figure of Rose came in view,!arriving with her coffee.
"Keep the coffee," she wailed-without looking back.
What if he was already dead?
What if she was too late?
She tried to joggle the idea out of her head, her legs got her close to her father's mini office and she heard voices—it seemed he was arguing with someone.
Holding the handle—she opened the door gently, entering into his office. Her lips formed into a frown as she saw the figure standing in front of her, they immediately got quiet after spotting her.
"Where are your manners girl,” Mr Handel sneered with his gaze burning her skin. He was one of her father's business partners, she never liked the old man. He came across as a pedophile—with his uncomfortable glances.
She ignored the old man and looked directly at her father.
Fred was amazed at his daughter's attitude.
"Morning princess, sorry about yesterday," he replied and she gave a faint smile, "I'll make it up to you today, I promise".
The idea of leaving the house pleased her, she needed to get him out, as soon as possible. Striding out of his office—still not acknowledging the presence of the old man.
The tender figure of Rose came in view as Raven found her way to the living room, a smile crept on her face as she saw Rose turning back—obviously trying to avoid contact.
"Rose!" She squealed and her body flinched stopping at the sudden sound of Raven's voice.
"Get me that coffee would you?" It came out more like an order.
Raven chuckled, she hadn't had so much fun in a while. Her legs led her to the living room, she immediately attempted to sneak back after spotting her two sisters watching something on the tv.
"Raven!" Tessa's voice halted her. "Join us," the thought of accompanying her sisters troubled her.
It awkward hanging out with them. She was used to being alone, but a little part of her craved attention from her sisters. She could feel the tension rising in the room—her mind became at ease after hearing the voice of her eldest sister, Louisiana.
"How was your interview?"
"It was okay.”
"Just okay?" Tessa questioned gazing at her younger sister.
"I bet I'd get the job," she replied firmly.
"Of course you would...with daddy's little help," her reply came out more like a whisper.
Raven became gloomy, France was the only one to ever compliment her brains—no other person saw past her beauty. She stood up, attempting to leave the room. Rose arrived with her coffee that moment.
"You can keep it," Raven voiced out, she saw the solemn look on Rose's face. Feeling sorry, she watched as she went over to whisper something into Louisiana's ear.
Raven wondered what it was all about—they were always lurking and sneaking around. ignoring them, she left for her room.
The unbearable noise awakened her. How could she have drifted off to sleep at an important moment in her life?
Why didn't her father call for her?
It was going to happen soon.
She never thought of what to do at that moment. Her parents were in a heated conversation. Raven ran to Tessa's room—it was vacant. Louisiana was no where to be found. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she debated on what to do.
She zoomed off to the living room as fast as her legs could carry her, her body became stiff at the sight of her parents arguing.
Not moving an inch.
She was going to witness her father's death.
The mysterious voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Why did you bring him here!" Fred yelled at Veronica.
"Stop fighting!" Raven's voice came out shaky.
Both their eyes fell on her instantly—in a flash Raven held her mother's wrist, dragging her to the study—it was close to the living room.
"Stay away from my father or I'll call the police!" She found herself say, her mind was in disarray at the moment.
Veronica opened her mouth attempting to reply—Raven didn't hear a word she said due to the loud sound she heard.
It wasn't a scream, she prayed it wasn't what she was thinking.
she was mortified.
Running as fast as possible, the horrible sight stiffened her.
Fred was covered in a pool of blood.
He was dead.
*Raven's pov*Pain is inevitable. What is worse than pain? Feeling it twice—that feeling when a train crushes you on its rail, I felt worse. My body became stiff, my stomach felt heavy —still in total shock. I failed my only mission and what I wanted was to die at that moment. I should be the dead one. I failed my father. Tears trickled down my cheeks and my hands began to shake, I didn't know what to feel worse about. The fact my mother was innocent, or the painful fact I had to experience the pain of losing my father twice. I managed to move my head, my eyes travelled to my mother's. I couldn't bring myself to move. My body flinched on hearing Rose and Louisiana’s voice, they ran to father's lifeless body in tears.The ambulance arrived to the mansion, still in total shock I stood lost in my thoughts.Why was life so cruel to me?Did I offend my creator?I needed answers, but I wasn't getting any,'the voice' was totally mute. The vision of an officer brought me back to reality, I w
PRESENTRAVEN STEEL: authorities are still searching for the renowned model who has reportedly been missing for 10 days.LOS ANGELES — The search to find the renowned model, Raven Anna Steel in California ended Friday without any results. The Authorities believe Raven, the 23 year old, was abducted. Her car was found along a bridge and Investigations are still on going—kidnappers are yet to request for a ransom. Some fans speculate that the model's possible abductor is her reported stalker, since a ransom is yet to be requested for.Ignoring the number of times he had read the article, he slammed his fist on the table, his head banged in response. Groaning in pain, his eyes went shut. It was happening again. Struggling to keep them open, he found his way to his bed...*****PASTWhat do you mean we have to move out!" Raven sneered.The police retained Raven and Veronica for questioning, since they were the main witnesses in the murder. After writing her statement and answering all of t
Two Fred free-days down, a day to his funeral.Raven sighed and tossed the magazine she hadn’t really been reading onto the coffee table. It was a painful reality, really, how out of sorts she was without Fred across the hall.The house wasn’t as big as the mansion-even at that, it felt empty.She was reliving the pain she felt when he died initially, it felt worse this time. The cameras weren’t around to distract her. Louisiana hadn’t said a word to her after the incident. She was always locked up in her room, It troubled Raven. She was crestfallen.Tessa on the other hand was all over the place, her grief was different and Raven feared it was slowly eating her up. Veronica rarely went out, she did a good job handling the press and preparing the burial ceremony. Deciding to start the investigation on her father’s death, only two people came to mind. There was Mr. Handel, the pervert. What were they on about before she badged into Fred’s mini office? Disrupting their argument—right be
"Our father in heaven, we thank you that, through Jesus Christ, you have given us the gift of eternal life, keep us firm in the faith, that nothing can separate us from your love. When we lose someone who is dear to us..."Her mind—drifting from the priest's prayer. Every memory played like a song in her head, repeating itself for what seemed like forever. She had lost a big part of herself. She wanted it so bad, as though her very life depended on it, but it was all gone, vanished into thin air. She couldn't say it got better but it did get easier. At first, she thought grief was something bad that takes you ten feet under but, soon she learned that it was just the price everyone had to pay for loving someone.The sorrowful casket that consumed her was illuminated by the light that trailed behind her. Each thread resembled the perfection of her father. The man that had taught her everything. The man she failed to protect.The previous night, Raven and her family gathered for supper,
"I invoke my privilege against self incrimination. I refuse to speak till I get an attorney!" It was a small, soundproofed room with a desk and three chairs. Two for the detectives and one for Raven. There was nothing on the walls, which created a sense of exposure, unfamiliarity and isolation. It heightened the ' get me out of this place' feeling throughout the interrogation.The uncomfortable chair added to the moment of tension. Out of reach of any controls like, light switches or thermostats furthered her discomfort—setting up a feeling of dependence. The one-way mirror increased her anxiety. She knew other detectives were watching the process.Detective Shay grinned, resting his hands on the table and nodded. "Oh, I know. All we need is a confession. Where exactly were you when your father was murdered?"Raven maintained a straight face, she refused to exhibit any form of weakness."I choose to exercise my Fifth Amendment Right." She remarked calmly.Detective Shay arched his e
The sun streaming through her window awakened her. She sat up straight, her heart thudding in her chest. Fresh air filled her lungs and she felt refreshed and exhilarated. The breath-taking scenery captivated her—it was going to be a good day.It was morning. And not the brutal, still-dark-but-technically-morning hours. Few minutes past eight, as a matter of fact.With trembling hands, she shoved back the covers and slid out of bed. And then she remembered Eleano
PRESENTShe hardly received visitors.Merely after spotting the detective, she g
Getting off a taxi, Raven held on to herself. She was determined to get to her destination. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings. Above a faded zebra crossing, a traffic light frantically changed colors seeming rather like a disco light. A watchman snored comfortably on his dark brown stool under the protection of his shops's roof. Huge giant buildings stood besides the street, quiet as if taken over by an army of libraries. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but the others were pitch black.The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator.The threatening rain left her attention and was interrupted time by time. Once a car passed by. Stray dogs began barking and when the car disappears, the dogs stopped barking satisfied that they had scared the car away. Later, a car came down the road and parked, a man got off the car, walking along the sidewalk. He was directly in front of Raven.A bunch of young kids came out laughing