She could had left immediately after the woman in men clothing but her mind couldn’t stop racing. Something deep told her the woman was someone she knew so well, someone she despised and even when she was looking directly at Fred, her heart couldn’t stop beating fast.
“You could leave now,” Fred ordered, walking to sit on the bed.Sloane still stood in the same spot, not moving at all. She had met her past and she knew about everything. Phoebe was right after all. She didn’t know when she fell on the bed into Fred’s arms.He was looking directly into her eyes. Could he see her pains? “What are you doing?”Her legs were stiff looking into his eyes, she was so stupid for going on a mission this risky, her lips were closer to his as she tried to move away but the more she tried the closer they were. And soon her lips were on his. She could feel the intense love. No! She shouldn’t fall in love.Fred pulled away and left the bed, leaving her lying helplessly. “You shThe street was dark by the time she got there. Was it really the street or was it her life which had always been filled with darkness? She alone had the answers to the questions building up in her head, she alone could make things right, but how? things had already escalated to a point of no return.She saw darkness in the walls of lightness, it was so little, so tiny that she had taken it and built her life in it. 'Sloane, the thief of her time.'The restaurant wasn't far from her standing point, in fact she could see Rey sitting miles away. He was checking around with the corners of his eyes and when he finally sighted her he gave a hand up to the air.Sloane waved back and headed for the restaurant. Her legs were exceptionally swift as she ran to the door and pushed it open. Rey had already walked to her, helping her to the table he had chosen for them. "Thanks," she managed to say as she gasped for breath."Please have your seat Sloane," he pointe
"Hmm, what an interesting discovery," the lady in red muttered again, filling another empty cup with red wine. Her eyes were fixed on a bracelet on the table, the one she had taken, no, stolen from the library, even as she muttered her thoughts out, she couldn't get her eyes off it.She dipped the wine out of the cup in a despicable way. "You know, the girl, Sloane isn't useless, she could be of some help.""How?""Oh Amy," She uttered, it was obvious her mouth was filled with unsaid words as she stared at the maid sitting right in front of her. To her, Sloane wasn't one of her options, she was her only option. "The lady is planning to leave.""You did a great job spying, Demi,"Demi gave out a rude laugh with her eyes following every trail of it. "Did I? I have my ways Amy. Thanks to her.""So what is next?"She smiled, lifting her legs off the table, staring at the bracelet. She walked to it and held it between her fingers. A ten carat diamond br
They say-"train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." This was the case of my childhood, my life.I know you might think it's all about Love and Lies. Maybe. But who knows the lonely feeling of a twelve year old kid who was emotionally and mentally derailed and blackmailed by her own mother and friends?It was no fault of hers when her father left with his other family."You haven't seen the last of me!" he had told her to say to her enemies at least to ease the pains unlike the cowards in existence.She wouldn't love nor care about any damn single person or thing, and grows into what they made her become; an emotionless thief.Is it all about money, or love, or her? How manipulative she could be? "I won't only steal from him, I'll break him too, into pieces and shatters." That's what you get for bullying an innocent young girl.It's all about her.Her name is Sloane this is her story!&nbs
She woke up to the sound of a vehicle, the old vehicle that annoyingly runs round the island with no motive, only to reach a certain destination; the other end of the island, and back again to the start. The vehicle’s sound came on again. She hissed and threw the blanket off, away from her cold body.What a soothing alarm on a Sunday morning!Sloane West peeped through the window, attacked by the ray of sunlight that hit her socket. 'Darn it!'. She walked back to the bed and sat on it’s edge, staring at a picture frame on the drawer. It was a picture of a little girl and a man, a beautiful one to be precise.Then the locket round her neck caught her sight, she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, she just scoffed and walked to the bathroom, grabbed a toothpaste and brush, did the job, took a quick bath and walked to the dressing table.Her reflection was an obviously attractive one. A pretty young woman in her early 20s, with a nicely shaped facial appearance; black brows, long
Two weeks earlier…A loud sound was heard as the shatters of glasses hit hard on the floor. The security system beeped 10 secs to go, counting slowly and then turned off.Sloane West gave out a loud shriek as she ordered the rest to come in, they were going to rob the house and take every bit of gems in it. She was careful enough to block all the camera footage from witnessing the atrocities to be done; taking all the luxurious items in the house.“Careful girls, make sure you don’t trip,” she warned, walking into one of the open rooms, it was like Paradise in there. “Come check this out girls, Mrs. Smith did a great job here, get the bag.”Mary and Phoebe grabbed their already filled bags and hurried into the room, it was a luxurious one indeed. The chandeliers were like those used in conferences, it’s balls made of sharp diamonds.“Check it out Phoebe,” Mary implied.The girls grabbed four stools from the dressing table and arranged it skillfully
The waves were higher this time, so beautiful the birds had to look down to see its beauty. The damages of the last few days by the water wasn’t a funny one. The knotted bamboo sticks we’re scattered around the sands, some were being returned by the water. The girls hadn’t been spared from the wrath, the house roof had to be repaired multiple times.Phoebe Fresher took a walk round the house and frowned, the roof was alright and well fixed but the windows weren’t in their best conditions. She took the nail and pinned it to the wall, grabbing the hammer when she got interrupted by Drake.“Hey baby,” her boyfriend whispered calmly into her ears, holding her by the waist, he wasn’t too slow giving her a great kiss, “and what do we have here, Phoebs?” obviously what he calls her.“Trying to fix the windows,” she pulled back and took the hammer again, “it’s damaged.”“Why don’t you get another one done, get the Islanders and pay them a little cash.”“Like you’ve got
TEN YEARS AGO…“Mama it’s my birthday,” little Sloane called, watching her mother speak to the stranger, they we’re both holding a paper like object in their mouth, inhaling it and breathing out calmly. “Mama.”“What psycho! I’ve heard you okay, today’s your birthday, now you can go to your room and do whatever,” she inhaled the substance again. “As you can see I’m having a great time with my love.”Sloane stared at the man, he looked like a beast, she had met him in the workshop where Papa repairs his broken vehicle. It dawned on her that they were smoking, and it was getting so irritating. “Mama you remember the promise you made to me when I was six that you would buy for me a lovely bag pack like the ones the rich kids wear to school, on my birthday, so Lara and her awful friends won’t laugh at me anymore.”“Go to your room little child,” th
Present Day46 hours, 52 minutes to California seemed like a year.The cargo had pulled up at the Port and the girls had left with their boxes. They had boarded a taxi to their rented apartment.Mary King inserted the key into the hole and turned it anticlockwise. When the door was unlocked she pushed it open. Behold! It was a lovely apartment, a well furnished one. They had paid online for it at Rhode Island and the agents had sent a key to them.She scanned the living room with the corners of her weary eyes.The clock greeted them 12:00 am and soon Phoebe and Sloane were fast asleep on the white couch.Mary didn’t sleep so early in fact she had watched the clock hit 12:10. The last ten minutes were spent chatting with Henry, she told him they had arrived at California and was expecting a reply when she looked back on what had happened on the ship.She had seen a dark man who had rabbits all over him, from his shoulders to hi