"Agatha and her people had me trapped all this years still a friend helped me escape. It was all a lie," the imposter tells Sophia as they walk through the forest."No wonder they didn't let me see your body at the funeral. They didn't let anyone open the coffin, dad," Sophia recalls."Oh, snowflake," he turns her around and hugs her."It must have been really hard for you all this while.""It was," a single tear drops from Sophia's eye as she stay squeezed in his arms. "Stepmom made me do all the house chores. She turned me into a slave, dad. A slave and a prisoner. She never let me out."The imposter rubs her back, "It's okay sweetheart, I'm here now. I'm here. Dad's here.""I was so scared, what took you so long?" Her tone rises."You're stronger than you think Sophia. I know that. And together we'd be undefeatable. We'd be like mom always said, 'glued together with angels warmth," the imposter keeps rubbing her back."Thanks dad, it's good to have you back," she lets go and looks a
"Joe," Sophia walks through the wooden terrain under the blackness of the night sky. Her foot crushing small branches of trees as she walks further with a scream successively escaping her lips, heralding Joe's name.She steps on a rock buried in the soil and slips to the ground, "Ouch.""I'm right here," Joe's voice echoes in her ears. He's seated on the ground with his legs folded into his arms.She stands up and walks to him then imitates his sitting posture. "Joe, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.""And yet somehow you always find a way to.""It's just... I'm confused Joe. I don't know if I can ever love again. The Hunter told me something," Sophia malingers."What'd he say?" Joe questions nonchalantly."He said... That I'd never find true love with all this money to my name," Sophia tells."Are you a coward?""What the fuck! Why would you ask me that?" Sophia flies into a temper."Only a coward would fail to tell whether his partner really loves him or not." Joe maintains a low
"Sophia, I don't trust your father," Joe stands up from his mattress and stands over her."What do you mean?" The statement came as a shock to Sophia. She sits up.He too takes a seat beside her, "He's... I don't know how to say it but he's acting kind of weird.""Joe, you don't know him," she stares at Joe like he was insane."I know but... Is your dad into you?""Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Sophia stands up. "One of the worst traits I hate in a man is this kind of jealousy. Why would you think my dad is into me? That's insane!" She raises her voice at him. "He's my father and you're my boyfriend. Know your limits. Jeez!" She puts a hand on her forehead, holding down the possible outspread of an headache."I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying I saw...""I don't wanna talk about this anymore, Gawd!" She walks around the area. "How could you have that kind of jealousy for your girlfriend's father. Grow up, Joe."Joe stands up, "Sophia stop saying that. I'm not...""I didn't expect t
Sophia rests her back on the door, with her eyes fixed on the opened door Joe got pulled out by."I swear dad, I'd jump." She slides her butt towards the opened door.In emergency, the imposter suddenly hits the brakes, making Sophia bump her head on the front chair.He leaves the car and slams the door shut, walking around to the opened door. "What're you doing?""About to jump," Sophia blinks at him and turns away wearing a vexed expression."Listen," he sits beside Sophia in the car and puts his hand on her thighs more like a casual gesture, his intentions are running wild though. "I was there when you and Joe quarreled. That kind of man would only give you an headache."Sophia folds her arms maintaining quietness."I haven't been with him for a long time but I already know he has anger issues, doesn't he?" The imposter questions but no response was given. He continues: "He's a... What do you girls call it? A-a-a red flag. Nothing good will come out of him... I'm your dad, trust me
In the country of USG, Sophia's home country. A man jumps out of a canoe with a net carrying few fishes in his hand. The shade of the night sky engulfs him, making him a walking shadow.He walks away from the jetty, behind him a lot of villagers prepare their boats for fishing with small flashlights in their hands. He heads for the village, a sandy isle with short wooden houses. Everyone walks around in fisherman clothes and fishing nets, everything people do in a fishing village.He bows his head to prevent it from hitting the doorpost as he enters into one of the houses. He throws the net to a corner and hits the switch at the side of the door.As soon as it comes on a lady pushes him against the wooden walls of the house. She presses him down with her body while pointing a knife at his face. "I wanna go home. Take me back to my family." This fine 20 years old lady begs him."Do it," the man stares into her eyes. The lights reflects on his face heralding his identity in the wind. He
"She's inside the bank with my manager. Even he couldn't tell the difference between me and his late boss," the imposter chuckles proudly in the front seat of the car. He's parked near a bank."You did good at the house. You'd make one hell of an actor," Agatha compliments."But your daughter would have ruined everything. The file didn't say anything about how Robert treats his stepchildren," the imposter complains"That was an accident. You dodged that bullet perfectly.""Well, I'm good at what I do. Just keep my money in place," he replies with a stern tone."That won't be our problem," Agatha assures. "And once everything is passed to her, you know what to do.""Hahaha, that's the easy part. I'd put a knife through that sexy chest of hers.""Don't forget to get access to all the information first. We've only got one try at this, if the bank finds out that she's dead. The money goes to charity and we'd never find the gold," Agatha briefs."The gold?" The imposter questions."He has
A loud bam echoes on the doors of Butcher's chambers while he lays on the bed with a picture of his wife beside him.He jumps up on his butt and sits up, "Who is it?"A muscular man enters the room right away and walks towards him, "Boss...""Did I say come in?" He questions the guy."No boss," the man bows."You should be more careful next time." He shifts his bedsheet to cover his wife's picture, "What's the news?" "Sophia is dead," the man reports briefly.Butcher wears the grin of a winner, with his face instantly beaming up. He stands up from his bed and slowly walks up to a mirror with his bushy hair, "Finally. Now, The Big Cats will crumble."1 WEEK LATER...The imposter walks around a bedroom in a old apartment in a suburban area.A beeping sound goes on and on in a symphony while green zigzag lines run all over the screen of the beeping device, an lectronic vital sign monitor.A sachet hangs over the bed in the room with the liquid in it dripping into Sophia's body from a tu
Joe jumps over the stairs that lead into the house and races with his mind encouraging him that Sophia will be at the bank right now. To him, her death would mean his demise. For whatever reason he fell for someone who doesn't really love him like he does, he was determined about it.He races through the rain parting the waters on the ground with his feets as his hands thrust through the raindrops like a butcher's knife swinging free.His head is loaded with imaginations of Sophia screaming and being thorn apart. His eyes hold up tears. Though unreal, he couldn't bear the pain.Again his head is filled with rough imaginations which pushes out the logic in his mind. Right in this moment, he assumed he was faster than a car and so didn't need it. Or perhaps, he forgot they even exist.Suddenly a car drives directly into the corner with open doors. Joe falls right in and raises his head to a bunch of immigration officers. "You're an immigrant. We're sending you back to whatever shit hol