Do those two know each other? Or did they team up after their rejection? Because that’s the only possible explanation you can get for their being here together.“Are you okay?” Trey asks in a whisper.“Yeah. I'm okay.” I answer and gulp down the wine in my glass.“Maybe we should move to the bar.” Abel suggests.“Yap.” Trey says and stands up. He holds out his hand and leads me to the bar, pulling a bar stool for me. I give him a smile and sit. He sits next two me, while Abel and Sera sit directly opposite us.“What are you taking?”“Some wine will do. I’m working tomorrow remember?” He smiles and goes ahead to give our orders to the waitress.I can’t stop thinking about Aiden and Jenny? Are those up to something nasty? Was Trey right about Aiden? Because he has warned me to stay away from him a couple of times. Does it mean he is not who I think he is?No. I’m just being paranoid. They may be together but it doesn’t mean they are up to no good. Maybe they are talking about something
TREYFrankie has taken long in the washrooms. Maybe she is not yet done but it’s been over twenty minutes. I look at the washroom direction and look at Abel and Sera.“Frankie is taking long.”“Yeah. I will go and check.” Sera offers.“Nope. I will go check whether she is okay.” I pull my stool back and stand. I walk towards the ladies’ and open the door but there is one lady, who is looking at herself in the mirror. She sees me and glares at me.“It’s the ladies’.” She says rudely.“I know. Are you alone here?” I ask looking around. All the toilets are unoccupied “Yap.” She answers and goes back to what she was doing.Where is Frankie? Why do I have a bad feeling about this? Why am I this unsettled?I open the door and step out. I look around but there is no sign of her. I should probably look for her outside. Maybe she went out for some fresh air.I walk out of the restaurant and look around. My eyes scan the area but there is no sign of her. I decide to ask around and walk to a
FRANKIETrey is here. I knew he would find me. I try to breath but Aiden’s grip on my neck makes it impossible for me. I look at Trey hoping that he will get me out of here. His gaze is full of pity, fear and anger. He makes one step forward but stops when Aiden tightens the grip making me groan with pain.“Make another step and I will slit her throat!” He threatens.This is a new Aiden. I didn’t expect this from him. Didn’t expect such a monster. And now he is holding a knife on my neck. Eddie, Kevin and Abel’s bodyguard have their guns pointed at him.“Let her go and you can have me.” Trey tries to reason with him. “I’m not a fool asshole! I won’t let her go until you do what I want.”“What do you want?”“Everything you have. I could have had that if it were not for this bitch!” “She is not to blame. What do you want exactly ?”“Your everything. I want you to go down. Thought you would after the fake drugs thing.”“What do you mean?”“You think Greg was responsible for that alone
It's Saturday; the day we are supposed to be going to Abel’s gala event. It has been an eventful week. Aiden and Jenny were arrested. They are still locked up and they are going to be locked up for a long time.Abel and Sera can’t keep their hands off each other. Sera is now working at one of Trey’s company. She wasn’t aware of the issue with fake drugs. Trey had Andrews security footage checked and it turned out that Sera was delivering the drugs but they were taken away once she left. It ruled out our suspicions of her involvement.Jim?He lives with us now and is also working at Trey’s company. I slip into some knickers and put on a necklace. The same necklace that Trey gave me on Monday. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself with a smile. This is now my life. A life full of servants, a big house, expensive clothes and jewelry. It’s funny how one’s life can change this much. Months ago, I was so hopeless, no hope for the future. I was a waitress in some local club,
I widen my eyes at the man standing before us. “Dad?” Jim and I call in unison. I look at Trey who raises his brow at me and shifts his confused gaze to Greg or if you prefer Joe. He is my father. My dead-beat father and I wonder why he changed his name. So he is the man behind my suffering? I know he was when I was a kid but here we are. I'm grown up yet he still made me suffer. I lost my baby because of him. Because of the shameless man standing before us, who I hate with my whole being.“Wait.” Trey is so confused. “Greg is your dad?”“Nope.” Jim is quick to deny.“Come on Jim. You know I am.” I don’t know whether I should call him Greg, Joe or dad. I'm so confused.“Isa?” he calls stepping towards me. I step back and Trey holds me steadily.“Don’t call my name. You have no right!” I snap at him and look around. I notice Abel approaching us.“I have been looking for you Isa. I miss my daughter.”“Maybe you are talking about a different daughter. All you did was make our lives mis
“No!” I scream as I hear another bang. I can’t see what is happening but I know that my dad is back from his drinking spree. I hear a groan and shut my eyes trying not to think about what is happening. That’s my mum and I know she has been hit by my drunk dad. It’s the life I have to live each and every day. The life of poverty, an unstable family, a drunkard for a father, an abusive father; it’s just a family full of domestic violence. “Stop it Joe.” My mum screams in pain making me spring out of the cupboard to go and rescue her. This is where I hide every time he gets home drunk. I am scared of him. “Stop dad.” I beg trying to pull him off my mother but he grabs me and hurls me across the small room making me scream in pain. “Are you okay Isa?” mum is already on my side pulling me to her. “He hurt me.” I say amidst sobs. “You hurt our daughter Joe.” She says softly, careful not to sound reprimanding. She knows what is going to happen if she chooses to go that direction.
I crouch on the bed tightening the old quilt around my body. It’s cold. It’s fucking cold and it’s raining. To make the matters worse, my roof is leaking and part of my bed is filled with water.I can’t sleep anymore. I turn on the bed and a cold pierces my whole body.Damn! How did I get here? How did I sign up for this? Why all this?No good meals apart from when there are leftovers at the club I work at. That is when I’m on shift. I started working recently so I’m yet to make enough money to look for a decent place and meal.This life sucks.My whole life sucks and if there is one person I’m blaming for this is my dad. He is now in my past but the dark moments keep coming back to me.I don’t know where he is. I haven’t set my eyes on him for the past fourteen years. To be precise, I haven’t seen him since that day in our collapsing house. Since that day he stabbed momma.I don’t want to go there. It makes me nostalgic so I will focus on the present.I fumble with my phone and sn
I sit directly opposite him and see him shivering. His head is bowed down so that I can't see his face. Looking at his hand, there is a deep cut which is filled with dried blood. His hands look dirty and so do his clothes. His hair is unkempt as if he was planning on doing dreadlocks.He looks like he is in distress. Having come from the streets, I know how it is to be in such a situation.“Hey.” This is just to start our conversation.“Hey.” He doesn’t look up but there is something warm with his voice. Something that sounds familiar. Something that makes me want to talk to him the whole day. Reach out to him and probably help him. No matter how broke I’m, I can try to help him.“Need anything?”“A glass of water please.” He still doesn’t look at me. I don’t know whether I'm being paranoid or he just sounds familiar.“Anything else?”“No.”“Bringing your water.” I give him one last look and walk to the counter. If he doesn’t buy anything, they will have him thrown out and it’s not wh