Courtney The first thing I did when we got home was pack her belongings from Donald's room. I unlocked the door and found her sleeping with an angry look. When you're asleep, aren't you supposed to be an angel? It's the exact opposite for Clara. Even in her sleep she looked like the devil that she is. I put her luggages beside the bed and closed the door. I couldn't sleep all night, I kept tossing and twisting on the bed, having a bad feeling in my mind. I yawned tiredly and freshened up, keeping the dress I bought yesterday in a box on my wardrobe then began my house chores. "What are my luggages doing here?" Clara yelled from her room and I happened to be in the hall way. "That'll be your new room Clara" I replied. "You don't call me Clara, you call me madam and you can't tell me what to do in this house, my house" "I only respect those who deserves it and you don't also, last I checked Donald and I own this house. The only difference is he pays the b

~ Clara ~ I don't understand why I was feeling unwasy. The poison I put in their food should be taking effect now. I glanced at Donald and found him sweating. It has started work on Donald but why isn't anything happening to Courtney? "Let's celebrate!" I said and poured wine in their cup "Cheers to new beginning" I added smugly "Yeah cheers" Courtney clicked her her with mine while Donald was scratching his neck. "Oh, I hope you don't mind" Courtney cut me out of my reverie "I switched food with yours. I was craving for beef "so I switched food with yours since it had beef" I dropped my spoon with a clang and beads of perspiration former on my forehead instantly. I ate the poisoned food. The first thought that ran through my mind is getting the antidote. Thankfully, I always carry a poison healing herb with me. I stood up quickly and ran to my room, still in daze. That explains the uneasiness I was feeling. Damn them if they are suspicious of my

~ Courtney ~ I couldn't sleep, how do I tell Donald his uncle wants him dead? I stood, watching him sleep. His uncle is supposed to come today, he has to wake up. Feeling suddenly tired, I scooted my chair closer to his bed and laid my head but not before I head the front door open so close. One problem gone, a bigger one coming. I allowed myself to close my eyes and sleep for a while. The first rays of sunlight hit my face, waking me up. I sat up and met myself on the bed. I remember laying my head on the bed not sleeping on it. I looked to my side, Donald was nowhere to be seen. "Donald!" I screamed and jumped off the bed. "Shush....your scream can wake the dead" I heard his voice coming from the window side. I breathed out in relief and frowned "aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Donald I woke up with a slight headache and looked around. A towel was sitting on my forehead and Courtney was sleeping in an uncomfortable way. I sear

Donald Why does the atmosphere seem sad and heavy? Why is Courtney crying? She looked gloomy ever since she saw Uncle. "What are you thinking about?" Uncle Simon's voice asked behind me. "Nothing, I just feel something is wrong. Courtney isn't herself" "You don't have to worry about that, she might remember something from her past and feel sad about it?" "Ohh really" "Don't worry, she'll come around soon." He patted my shoulders easing me from my worry. "Let's go prepare something to eat since bossy maid has finished eating our meal." Courtney I twisted and tossed on my bed, I wish this was a dream I could wake up from. I sat up quickly when I saw a figure standing beside my door. The person moved closer and stealthily like a cat. "I really missed your body" the person said. I stood up in annoyance, ready to scream when I heard the voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" Simon said and came closer to where I was standing.

*** Is it going to go on forever again? It's never going to end? Who'll save me? Suicide crossed my mind twice yesterday but I dismissed the thought quickly. I need to avenge my parents death and collect what's rightfully mine from Simon. "What's with you?" Donald asked "With me?" I asked and carried the bowl of chips and my coffee to the living room "Yeah, you were crying yesterday and you suddenly have a huge appetite which only happens when you're angry or unhappy so which is it?" "Neither, I just had the cravings" He shook his head in response "I'm going out" The hair on my body stood, will I be left with Simon again? "And you're following me" he added. I breathed out in relief "why?" I asked "It's an order, not a request" he said firmly. Did he think I wouldn't jump at the opportunity? Even if he wants to sell me out, I'll gladly follow him and even convince the buyers to buy me. "Is it necessary for her to follow you? Isn't she your ma