BlakeBy midafternoon I was feeling a little better. Got out to bask in the sun and stretch a bit. My body was still aching but still lying on my back was not going to help. For the first time since moving in the Wallace manor it was the opportune time to take the big trip, just walk around the forest and the lake free my mind that was bottled in a constant battle of superiority between Anita and Tessa. Freedom and love constantly outweighing each other on a scale.Love, or just the feeling of it, was a funny thing to me. It usually got me in the most awkward of situations. First with Tessa yelling at me for selling her a broken blender then Anita was coming in when I had just possibly ruined her life and got her fired.She was everything a man would ask for. Am talking about Anita. She was the first non-wallace I interacted with and she did not treat me like the other employees did. With fear and a lot of feigned respect. She would speak whatever that was on her mi

BlakeLying on my bed, my hands behind my back, staring blankly in the ceiling. Not a ceiling really, the ridges of the rusty iron sheets. My mind was roaming far away from my body that had not moved since laying there thirty minutes back. My own mind had turned against me and my heart was throbbing, out of anger and confusion, fear and regrets. The most dominant person on my mind being Gerald Wallace. He had crossed a line making me feel like a looser. Even if we got things back to where they were with Tessa there was a snowballs chance in hell I was going to forgive him. Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.Never before had my soul been overwhelmed by vengeance. I was thinking of every possible way to get my Revenge on him. And my weapon of choice was success. Not a gun or asking guards to beat him up no. He was the father of my lovely wife, family in that case but I wanted him to know that betting against Blake was a wrong move. From a distan

The ButlerWhen we got to the hospital we were lucky to find a willing doctor to help us. They were all leaving for their houses although they were not supposed to. The health facility was a 24 hours healthcare service provider. That however had changed with the impending destructive war getting closer to the towns from the city. Nowhere was safe anymore.It was no longer safe to walk on the streets at night alone and especially when one was a doctor or a medical personnel. The gangs and mafia groups were kidnapping them to go heal their fighters injured in battle since they couldn't bring them to hospital for fear of being arrested by the local authorities.I asked the other guards to wait outside as I stayed behind in the waiting room. Blake was in surgery. The doctor said he had lost a lot of blood and passed out due to excessive bleeding. My prayer was they found a match of his blood group in the blood bank. I didn't know any of his family members and the ones h

The Wallace manor was busy as usual. The employees were going round the compound doing their chores. Others cleaned the compound, one was working on the hedges, another mowing the carpet green grass, picking litter and watering the flowers. Inside, the house keeper was dusting the antique but classy furniture in the living room. The cooks in the kitchen were preparing for lunch moments after serving breakfast.Outside. The butler was in the rubble of what used to be Blake's house a few hours back. He was trying to salvage anything of importance in there and honestly there wasn't much. He managed to get a few papers and deeds that seemed important. They were in a bag that he had hidden somewhere on the collapsed roof of the crib. Everything else was burnt to ashes. One of the maids came running."Mr. Wallace has requested for your presence in the manor" she said bowing."I'll be there" the butler said and kept rummaging through the ruble.When he raised his gaze the m

BlakeThe next breath I took didn't seem to leave my body. Instead I felt the same air, hot, being forced down my mouth and nostrils. My brains were pounding in my head and my heart thudding in my rib cage, I could feel it in my back. Bright light from the window hit me in the eyes and when they opened, a white ceiling was above me I couldn't turn my head and the bleeping noise was making my ears ache. My surroundings were strange and unfamiliar."Blake?" A familiar feminine voice called out. With a heavy tongue almost choking me out it was hard to speak, "can you hear me? You're in hospital. Let me get the doctor""Wait" there came a mumble, or it sounded loud in my head because she left her seat but I was lucky to grab her arm. She turned around and I could see her well. Anita. In the flesh, not dead, weird."Let me fetch the doctor, stay here" she said in a smooth velvety private school voice. I coughed and cleared my throat, my tongue felt lighter and came the re