Kioni
I understand everything now. The little girl I always fought in my dream was me. The little girl was fighting to get in my head, and I refused but all she ever wanted was to get back to where she belonged. She held all the memories I had forgotten about. The good and the bad she carried them all and every time for ten years I had fought her back. All the memories were within my grasp and the simple thing I did brought all of them back.
My name is Kioni Auxilia Turner. I was born on June 15th, 1994. I have a brother Adam Turner born on April 5th, 1993. We are the children of Frank and Olivia Turner. I have never lacked anything in my life because I was born in one of the richest families on the continent. I knew from a you
Adam I didn’t expect to be still alive after I was caught and I certainly wasn’t expecting to be a prisoner in my old house. I don’t know what Nick’s agenda is but he was willing to backstab his father for it. I can’t seem to understand him but whatever his plans are for me are not good. He has been very smug and acting unpredictably. I was busy pulling and clunking the chain on my leg purposely so Razor or Jay could walk in. I was being kept in an empty room with a mattress, pillow, and blanket. The irony of it was that I was in my old bedroom. The same place I was shot. I had privacy to move around but I just couldn’t leave the room because of the chains. “What is up with all the noise,” Jay groaned as he walked in. “Finally, what took you so long? I need to take a shower. So do you min
James I could feel my body aching when I shifted. I winced and opened my eyes and noticed I had fallen asleep on the chair in the hospital. This was the third night I hadn’t slept in my own bed. I was beginning to feel sore and needed to go home and catch a few night’s sleep in my own bed. I checked my watch and noticed it was almost four in the morning. I pulled my jacket and noticed my phone had dropped down on the floor when I was using my jacket as a blanket. I pressed my lips together as I leaned down to pick up my phone as I noticed a string of messages from mostly Nigel. N: You need to get to the station when you get this. Lyla and Farai arrested Morgan Woods. N: It’s not a joke. Morgan is being charged with murder. “
Nick I had asked the driver to take me home after my visit to the station. To the public eye, it seemed as if I was a concerned son who was taking time off to spend with my father. I didn’t care about all that, but I needed him in my house in case he tried to speak. He has been trying so hard and failing to speak and keeping him monitored with me was the best option. “Someone is in a good mood today,” my sister said walking into my home office. “Want one?” I asked, looking over my shoulder with a glass in hand. “No, I’m good thanks,” she said, grabbing a seat. “Okay,” I shrugged, walking over to my seat across from her, “What’s up?” I asked, looking at her. “I’m here to congratulate you. Seems yo
Morgan “You had evidence proving your innocence all this time?” Nigel scoffed as he placed his hand on his hips shaking his head. “Yes,” I nodded with a grin. “Why?” He asked, “Why have you been wasting all this time sitting in here?” Nigel looked shocked and frustrated. I was calmly sitting in the detention room with both my hands intertwined on the table. I looked at both my lawyers who shared the same frustration because they had been here for a long time. “Ok I will apologize for dragging this but it was for a good reason,” I added, relaxing my shoulders. “What’s this evidence you have?” Nigel asked, looking tired. “Can you guys give us the room?
James I was a little confused and surprised when I received the cellphone and then Nigel called me to give me a code. I didn’t know what I was looking for and I wasn’t sure how he got to have Morgan’s phone. I checked on the home screen for recent apps or anything that would guide me in the right direction so I would make sense of the reason I had his phone in my hand. I was back in my car parked outside Dawson Hospital as I carried on with my search until I saw there was a recording. I opened the recording and I began listening. There was a shuffle at first before voices began to speak. “Yes,” I took a second to know it was Morgan. “I got a call from my family,” there were a pause and a shuffl
James “Are you out of your mind?” Nigel scoffed, “You are crazy if you think I’m getting you back in the station without Romans finding out.” “Come on,” I said, placing the mug on the counter with a sigh, “All I need is five minutes,” I looked at him. “You have a wound that hasn’t healed and not to mention you were coming from the hospital. If Romans is to hear all this the same day you got suspended? He will do the same to me.” “What then?” I asked looking at him, “Clearly Morgan knows something and you know it,” I said pressing both my hands on the counter looking at him. He knew I was right as he set his own mug on the counter shaking his head looking at me as he seemed to be thinking. “Look,” he said seriously.
Nick I threw a glass on the wall and I could hear Adam’s muffled snicker. It was not as if he was trying to hide a laugh but he was mocking me. My attempt to look intimidating looked wasted on him. It was pissing me off. “Are you done with your little tantrum?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me, “because I think it’s a little early to be acting this childish. I mean it’s not even noon and you already look drunk. Are you trying to run my company to the ground? Failure is just written all over your face right now,” he laughed. “Laugh all you want,” I smirked, “If you want to see your sister. I suggest you take my deal.” “Come in Nicky,” he smiled, “You have to do better than that,” he shrugged. There was something about the way he sounded sure of himself. I paused thinking before shaking m
Adam “Back so soon?” I smiled but Nick's face wasn’t of someone who looked very pleased to be back as he smiled before he threw a punch on my face that made me go flying back hitting the floor with a thud. “Get him up,” he ordered and I was up again shaking the punch before he punched me again and the chair tilted but I managed to hold it but that was to no avail but he punched me again and the chair hit the floor and I saw stars. “Gahh,” I muffled, blinking. “Bring him up,” he ordered. He sounded angrier than his usual self. I tried to shake off the dizziness. I looked at him, “Where is it?” He asked. “Where is what?” I coughed, spitting blood. I fixed my jaw. Those punches did hurt. “Try again,