Mag-log inTabitha:“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” she asked, turning around and looking at me, her hand still out for the wine bottle. I glared at her, my hands shaking in my lap. “No. I am not giving you any more wine," I said firmly. “We should be thinking about how to save Andrew.” It was taking everything in me not to launch at her. “I know that,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “but I said already, he is going to be fine. So I would suggest that you stop acting like a sore-wort.”She snatched the bottle and poured herself another drink. The TV blared louder with a new show that she was quickly engrossed by, smiling to herself as she pulled hers up closer and cozied with her refilled glass. I wanted to believe that this was a facade, that she was acting this way to hide the worry that she was feeling. She had already told me that she hated Andrew, and I knew why; she also said that she would never kidnap Andrew and that it was beneath her. If that was the truth, why wasn’t she doing
Tabitha:“That bitch is infuriating," I mumbled as I dried my hair and pulled on my clothes. The silk dress that was left on my bed fit me perfectly. I looked in the mirror and did a little spin. It was stylish and comfortable. A smile nearly crept onto my face, but I fought it back. I was still mad. She pointed a gun at me as a joke. The drawer was still open, but the gun was no longer there. But the longer I stared at it, the more it felt like it was still there and I could reach out and touch it again. “Yeah. No. I’m glad that it is over.”My phone sat on the bedside table. The screen was silent. There were no texts or calls from Enzo yet. I made a face; I thought that he’d call by now. I picked it up and wrote out a text, my hands shaking slightly as I did. I had seen the way that he had walked out of my office. Was he really mad at me?Just as I hit send, Natasha’s voice came rumbling, nearly making me drop my phone. “What the hell is taking you so long?!” She screamed. I made
Tabitha:I stared at it; every alarm in my head was going off. It was really a gun. A real… gun.“M-Maybe… Maybe it is fake. L-Like a prop or decorative piece or something?”I swallowed hard, reached out my hand and touched it. I recoiled almost immediately. The barrel was cold. Ice cold, metallic and hard. I looked at my fingers, watching them shake. I touched… a gun. Was it used to kill someone? My… My fingerprints are on it now. Did that make me a criminal, a suspect? My hands flew to my mouth. “Oh, my…”I reached out to grab it, but I stopped myself. Should… should I wash it? I… I can’t have my fingers on a weapon. Maybe I should… no, that wouldn’t work. That would make things worse. What if I…“Tabitha?” There was a knock at the door and then a soft click as it opened. “What the fuck is taking you so long. The meal is here, and I don’t want your Daddy calling me and asking why I hadn't fed his…”I turned to Natasha, who was standing near the bed, clutching her coat and a refille
Enzo:“Someone is going to kill me?” I repeated, almost unimpressed and disappointed that he wasted my time. “Yes,” Collin replied, his face stiff, his gun now beside him. “I would suggest that you watch your back and be careful of who you talk to and associate with.”I raised a brow, my eyes traveling from the gun beside him to his face and then back to the gun. “I don’t want to be rude with this ‘oh so important’ information that you have given me,” I replied, trying my best not to sound mocking in such a precarious situation, “but you shot at me while I was trying to head into my car this evening. I have a broken window to prove it.”Collin smiled, picked up the gun and ran a finger along the silver barrel. It was dark, the cloud cover was thick, and it was pouring now, the rain hammering hard against the window, and yet, the silver barrel caught the light there was and seemed to shine. “I know, Mr. Ross. I never removed myself from the equation, so you should watch yourself and
Tabitha:“A… A kidney. That’s…”“A lie? A fluke? That no one as wicked and witchy as me could ever care so much about someone to the point of giving them a kidney?” I made a face. It was like she had read me like a book in one glance. She stood up, still in only a pair of red silk panties, and walked to the TV. She opened a cupboard, rummaged for a while and pulled out some papers. I watched her as she stood, looking through them, her hands shaking slightly, before she walked back towards me and shoved them in my hands. "Have a look. I'm a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them." Her voice was sad, angry. She refused to meet my gaze and headed upstairs. I sat there and looked through all the papers. It was legitimate, written right here in Medical jargon. She did give her father a kidney, and from the looks of it, some bone marrow as well.I flipped another page. It was copies of countless requests sent out to a Miss Hilda Bolden, but they were all unanswered. I couldn't fi
Enzo:I packed up my desk quietly. The day had moved so slowly, and I just wanted to go home and get some rest. My phone sat on the table. I had purposely decided not to put it into my pocket. I was hoping that she would call, and she would text with an apology. She knew how I felt about her going, about her getting involved, but she chose to go anyway. I left angry and upset. The least that she could give me was an apology for how brash she was acting. But hours had already passed. My phone had been face up like that since she left, and there was nothing.“I should have known better,” I sighed, finally grabbing it and looking at it one last time before I shoved it into my pocket. “She is probably already in a brawl with Natasha. I knew this was going to end badly the moment she agreed to it.”I shrugged and grabbed the last file. There was nothing that I could do now. I had given my word, and I was still mad. I had never felt this angry, this ignored. I flopped back into my chair and
Tabitha:I woke up with a headache so brutal it felt like someone had taken an axe to my skull and left it there overnight. My tongue was dry, my throat burned faintly from throwing up, and for a few seconds I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember how I had gotten into my pajam
Tabitha:I walked up, my step, precise yet calculated. I felt an ache in my chest but soon ignored it because I knew it was just because I was still mad at Enzo.He soon saw me, and a smile crept onto his face, gently running his gaze from head to toe till he finally arrived at the table where he w
Enzo:By morning, the damage was no longer small or abstract. It had become real and damning.I felt it the moment I stepped into the building, in the way conversations stopped mid-sentence, in the way people avoided eye contact.The lobby was filled but it still felt empty. People were around me b
Tabitha:I didn't want to let go of him.Not in the car. Not when the driver’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror and then moved away to focus on his driving, but I didn't care, especially now. I just couldn't. Not even when we reached the penthouse and the doors closed behind them with a soft, fi







