“Are you sure about everything you just told me?” Helen asked Rachel for the umpteenth time. “Yes Aunt. She's one and the same person. She told me so herself. But no one is willing to believe me.” Rachel looked away. Sadness draped her expression. “She’s the reason my husband wants a divorce.” Rachel added in a small voice laden with hurtHelen paced the length of the room. Wanting privacy, they had moved upstairs to Rachel’s old room. Helen’s right pointy finger tapped pensively against the sharp edge of her jaw. She deeply considered all that Rachel had just told her.“How is this even possible?” Helen spewed her thoughts out loud.“I don’t know.” Rachel answered, thinking her Aunt had asked her a question.Helen heaved a deep tired sigh. She couldn’t believe her buried deeds of years ago had awoken to haunt her.“Aunt Helen, do you believe me?” Rachel asked with beseeching eyes. She had just opened up to someone she trusted. It would break her if her Aunt joined the list of thos
“Aunt Helen is here?” Rachel asked, too tired to show her excitement at seeing her Aunt.“Yes. She came in this morning. It was a pleasant surprise. She's been asking for you and I tried to call to let you know.” “Where is she?” Rachel asked, looking around the room in search of her Aunt. It's been so long since she saw her, but her memories of Aunt Helen were still fresh and sweet in her mind.She and her Aunt were almost inseparable until Helen suddenly went away.“She went to use the ladies. She left just when you knocked at the door.” Mrs Fox informed Rachel.Helen emerged from the guest restroom, head bent, smoothing her hand over her dress. “I don’t know how I managed to spill water over my dress.” Helen muttered in complaint. “Aunt Helen.” Rachel called, her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and excitement. Helen lifted her head and her gaze settled on Rachel. “Rachel!” Helen chimed, her previously irked expression turned into a smile. “If it isn’t my favourite little n
Rachel went home more than demoralized. Just when she had begun to build her hopes that she and Bruce were going to fix things, instead everything just crumbled before her. Dried streaks of tears lined her face. In the past seventy-two hours, she had cried more than she had ever done in her life. The same Rachel who never cried but rather made others cry. The same Rachel who always had her shít put together. Situations never controlled her. She controlled things.She stood in front of her father’s house trying hard to compose herself. She hadn’t gone to her house. She couldn't be there. Everything there would remind her of the good times she and Bruce shared. That sweet life that was turning into a distant memory. She lifted her hand and used the back of her hand to wipe her wet nose. She sniffed and blinked, trying to hide the unshed tears in her eyes. She sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. In a beat, her mother came to get the door. Rachel had wanted a maid to open up fo
“Why did you say that to your father? Those words killed him.” Rachel berated Bruce as he climbed down the stairs wearing a sullen expression. They were back home. Not their home, but his fathers house. Grief had walked with them home. The aura in the house was different; staled, and ghostly. Mrs Sarah was in a frenzy and they couldn’t leave her alone. They had sent her to bed after giving her medication to help her sleep. The news of her husband's death left her in shock which was bad for her health. They didn’t want two dead bodies, so they went home with her.After DJ was forced to leave the hospital, Rachel had helped Bruce with taking care of Sarah while he attended to a few things regarding his father’s death. They had spoken to each other normally. It was easy for her to assume that they were at least on talking terms.Bruce eyed her, hissed, walked to his father's mini bar and poured himself a full glass of his fathers priced cognac. He took one big gulp of the liquid, downi
Simultaneously, they turned their heads to see Bruce standing by the door, holding a file in his hand.“There's no company to take over.” Bruce repeated as he strolled into the room.Briefly, he paused in front of Rachel. He sneered as he eyed her with disdain before he walked past her to his father's bed.His gaze settled on DJ. A displeased glint tinged with hatred for his brother flashed through his eyes. He glanced at his mother before settling his gaze on his father.“Even on your deathbed, you still want to cheat me of my inheritance.” Bruce spat at his father. His voice, filled with contempt as he gazed upon his dad.“Bruce!” DJ thundered. “Get a hold of yourself. This isn't the right time or the place for this!”“Of course it isn't. How else would you think when you're finally getting a chance to own everything.” Bruce's words dripped with venom as he sneered at his brother.“That's not true.” DJ defended, his eyes wide with disbelief and shock. He had no intention of claimin
Rachel’s heart oscillated between excitement and fear. Excited that Bruce may have discovered the truth and has asked her to return so they could plan together on how to take Ashley down... Fear that Ashley may have set her up against him again. Ashley had a hold on her husband that she could neither grasp nor figure out how to free him from.Regardless of how she felt, she wasted no time in returning home. Sonia did not allow her leave in her disheveled state, so Rachel took the shortest shower in the history of her life. She drank from the coffee Sonia had insisted that she had.In the end, Rachel was grateful for Sonia’s insistence. She felt better after the shower and the coffee which seemed to have reactivated her dull senses. She arrived at her home to find the house empty. Bruce was nowhere to be found and the house looked exactly just the way she had left it; a mess. Broken pieces of glass and vases laid scattered over the floor and the furniture askew from their usual posit
“Rachel! Where the hell did you go?” Rachel quietly walked past the screaming Sonia and strode into her house. She beelined for the only double sofa in the living room and dumped her tired frame onto it. She palmed her forehead, feeling her head split from the ache she felt. The combination of the hangover from last night’s drinking and all that shouting she had done at Ashley’s house, made the headache worse; terrible.“Rachel! Do you know how worried I was?” Sonia blasted her again, trailing her inside the house.Rachel groaned. “Please keep it down.” She begged, wincing as the ache seemed to intensify.Sonia cocked a brow at her. Her anger rose at Rachel’s flippancy. “So what was I to tell your husband if something had happened to you? You should have told me-”“He wouldn’t care what happens to me.” “What?” Sonia asked, confused about Rechal’s response.“Bruce wouldn’t care what happens to me so you didn’t have to worry about what to say to him.” Rachel elaborated.“What the-! Ra
It was late in the evening when Ashley got back from the hospital. After talking to Helen, there was no time for her to rest as she had planned to. Talking to Helen had taken up her rest time, so she freshened up and went to see her dad.Dr. Tony gave her some good news. Her father was responding to treatment. It was a good sign but Ashley was impatient to wait. She wanted him to wake up already. She spent time with him, talking to his unconscious state, hoping he could hear her or feel her presence with him. She headed back home afterwards. Too tired to have dinner, she went straight to bed and fell asleep immediately.In the deep sleep that had engulfed her, Ashley heard a distant call. A familiar voice shouting and screaming her name, hurling curses at her. She stirred, whipped her head to the sides trying to shut out the unfriendly voice, but the screams only grew louder, closing in and drawing nearer.Her eyes fluttered restlessly as her mind slowly raced back to consciousness. A
Like a witch casting a counter spell against Ashley, Helen arrived at a perfectly inconvenient time to keep Paul from finishing. Again.This time, in the brightness of daylight, Ashley saw the fright that immediately filled Paul's eyes. Like a child whose mother had warned not to step outside, but was caught playing outside, Paul scurried off quickly. Too quickly that Ashley had to think that the last time may not be a mere coincidence as she had thought.“Stop talking to my son.” Helen's warning voice pulled Ashley out of her thoughts.She peeled her eyes on Helen. “He's a grown man. He doesn't need babysitting.”Helen scoffed. “He's stúpid. You and I know that. So he does need my guidance.”“Don't call him that!” Ashley snapped at her, totally appalled by her name calling. “You're responsible for the way he is. You have no right to think any less of him.”“So now you're his protector?”“Yes! If I have to be, then yes!”Helen laughed. A wicked devilish laugh. “And what exactly are yo