Ray's P. O. V
It's been three days since my weird encounter with that ice cold waitress and honestly I can't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful long dark hair, sad or empty grey eyes and pale skin. Every cell in me just wants to see her again. She even appeared in my dream once although I wouldn't say if it was good one or a bad one.
Right now I'm with Stacy and we just finished shopping. Since we were famished we decided to go to a restaurant to have lunch. I was hoping spending time with Stacy will help me forget about Vera but I don't think it helped one bit. My mind kept going back to Vera.
" Ray.... Are you listening?" Stacy asked for the umpeethnt time. I glanced at her, lost.
" I'm sorry, but were you saying something?" I asked.
" Oh my Gosh Ray, you've drifted off again."
" I'm sorry.." I apologized.
" Tell me, what were you thinking about. Maybe I can help." Sh
Vera's P. O. V After a while, I finally leave for my grocery shopping. Putting my hair in a tight bun, I put a hoodie over it and began walking in the direction of the grocery store. All of a sudden I felt different. I felt as though someone is watching me and maybe following me. I stop, turning but find no one that I recognize behind me. I heave a sigh and try to relax. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.I begin walking, but this time I hasten my steps. The feeling comes back and I'm beginning to get scared. I look forward and see the grocery store in sight. The last distance I cover running and rush into the grocery store, panting heavily. I check my hands and realized they are sweating. Calm down Vera, no one's after you, I say to myself. After a few calming breaths, I begin shopping, buying everything on the list. My face is in my hoodie so no one can see me. Once I'm through, I pay for the goods and leave the store.
Vera. It's the morning of the next day. I sat close to the window in my room, staring out of it. Madam Deborah had told me what happened and how Ray rescued me. She also added that if he came around anytime, I should thank him. I sighed hearing that... I mean, I do owe him one, don't I? I wonder how things would have gone downhill if he hadn't come to help. Someone knocks at my door, opening it, and peeks in. I turn around and see it's Madam Deborah. She has a smile on her face and I manage one." Good morning." I greeted, my voice throaty." Good morning to you, too. Are you ready? The shop is open." She informed, coming in a little. I nod a bit, tucking my hair behind my ears." Okay. I'll be down in a minute." I reply. She nods and leaves the room. I stood up from the chair and tying my hair back in a ponytail, wear my necklace and walk out of the room. Another workday waiting for me.... 
(Next day) Ray's P. O. V I woke up the next day feeling groggy. Lying on the bed, I stayed awake for hours, still thinking about the picture I saw in my dad's study and why he doesn't want to talk about it. I eventually slept in the early hours of the morning, only to be woken up by my alarm. Stretching out, I proceeded to the bathroom and did my morning duties. Once I was done, I got out and cleaned myself out, wearing my clothes and other accessories. Putting on my wristwatch, I walked out of the room down to the kitchen I stopped at the kitchen to take a bottle of water from the fridge. Unscrewing the cap, I drank from it, my gaze wandering. That's when something caught my eye in the trash can. It was the picture, but this time it was in the trash bin. Who put it there? Looking around me and seeing no one nearby, I picked it up and removed the picture from the frame, then dispos
Ray's P. O. V Dad asked me to come to work today to begin to learn various things about business management. So far so good. It's been good and right now am in a shareholders meeting getting to know the people who have shares in my dad's company and being familiar with them. The meeting soon ended and after our good days, they left the board room leaving me and Dad alone in it." So what do we get to do after this?" I asked him as I picked up the files. He glanced at me." You can go around, check other workers and see how they do their things," he replied." Okay.. thanks, dad," I said and left the boardroom. Dropping the files on the table in my office, I walked out and locked the door behind me. A few young ladies in the offices ogled at me as I made my way past them but I was less concerned about that. I walked around the office for a while, looking at people and things. And later, after a bit of impulse, went i
Ray's P. O. V After a long day at work, I finally got home tired snd exhausted. I went up straight to my room and take a warm long shower before changing into fresh clothes and going down for dinner. My parents were already there eating and having little discussions. I got in and, after serving my food, ate quietly. They soon turned to me. Mom was the first to speak up. "Ray... How was work today?" She asked. " Fine... Although it was a bit stressful" I answered. She gently squeezed my hand, smiling softly. " Don't worry, you'll get used to it." She said. I shrugged, picking my food. " I hope so...." I muttered. "Dad..." I called out after a while. " Yes?" " Is it true you weren't the original owner of the company?" I asked. He froze, looking at me quizzically. " And where did you get that from?" He muttered, his voice gruff. Mom was staring
Ray's P. O. V The next day went on in a blur with me still thinking about last night's incident. My dad had apologized early this morning for the incident that happened last night and I told him I had forgiven him. He's been trying to talk to me since then, but I was too occupied to listen." Ray... Ray!" I heard a voice call me, jolting me out of my reverie. I looked up at where the voice was coming from and it was my dad. He was staring at me quizzically. I pursed my lips, looking away. We were soon done with the staffs meeting and they all left, leaving me and Dad alone in the room. " And if I may ask... What is this thing that is making you too preoccupied?...." He said, placing his face on his chin. " I hope it's not about that picture. I already explained who they were to you." My dad continued. " No, it's not, it's not about that," I replied. "It
(Evening time) Vera's P. O. V Ever since Ray had shown me that picture of that family, my nightmares and flashbacks seem to have come back in full force. It's been really terrible and Ihave beenunable to go out at all to even work, locking myself up in the room the entire time. Things have gone up a notch now because the nightmaregetsaccompaniedbysomeone trying to kill me as well. If that isn't scary enough, I don't know what is. MadamDeborah gently knocked on the door of my room before walking in. I was staring out the window as usual, my face laden with teary marks.
Ray's P. O. V I stormed into the house furious than ever and burst into my dad's study, where he was busy with some files, and slammed my fists on his table. He looked stunned to see me in that mood. " Ray... What are you doing here? And why are you like this?" He asked, but I ignored all of that." Do you have anything to do with the death of the Morgans?" I asked instead. " And why would you ask such? What has gotten into you?"" Don't try to distract me, dad. You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! The Morgans... Are you behind their disappearance?"My dad shot up in annoyance, staring down at me." I will not have you walk up to me and accuse me of such! You know where they are buried. Why don't you ask them?"" I can't believe I have a liar as a dad. Why won't you just say the truth so we can end it all at once!?" " Somebody is already giving you win