"There is a hole inside my green garden and in the hole, there are rats. Thread carefully, my child.” The warning of Grandpa Adolph, issued to her when she destroyed his greens, still plagued Helen like a second skin. Hell, was it quite a scare?She decided to visit him, being the only person she had a proper recollection of, she felt safe in the place she once called home. “Ryan, are you excited?” She asked her toddler, who held onto her with his little fingers. “Yes.” He cooed. “Helen, what a pleasant surprise.” Grandpa Adolph's gray hairs had spread around his hair, tinting it with a shade of white.“Ryan, my boy, come to Grandpa.” He bent to the level his back could permit him, his arms ajar, an invitation for his grandson to come to hug his old man. Ryan wobbled but still made it to his destination as Grandpa Adolph lifted him in the air. “What are you feeding this kid?” He teased, all the while blowing feathery kisses on his face.“Lady Grace, do we have some snacks?” Grandpa A

“You live here?” Lucas stared at the dreadful, minuscule space with cracked holes. “The streets are still very much available.” She retorted, shutting him and his complaints. Lucas did not need to be told that Anna had changed, he witnessed it. The way she spoke, and her demeanor, exuded it.“What happened to you?” He found himself asking. The once upon a time, naive and penetrable Anna that fell for him at first sight, was nonexistent, gone. “I died.” She replied. “You've got to be joking.” He chuckled at her sense of humor, but her dead stare was all he needed to wipe off the smile on his face. Lucas, grateful that he had a place to rest his head, said no more or tried to engage in a conversation with Helen again as he made himself comfortable in her doll—sized bedroom.“There are some Doritos and Oreos in the cupboard, I suggest you go grocery shopping, it's been a while since I came home” She stared at the strand of cobweb at the doorway and Lucas did the same. He expected her

Aaron's sex appeal had to be considered the best according to Helen's perspective. His taut muscles, his well-sculpted face and hands that looked like they could outweigh the weight of the world, and let's not forget his wet hair that hung on his face like a second skin. He had her mouth watering for a taste of his lips on hers. Damn, Aaron looked like a nice dose of sex on the beach. “Don't stare too hard, I can tell you for a fact that he wasn't this hot. He just moved with the grandeur.” Anna teased, she caught Helen ogling Aaron, with her mouth slightly wide open. Defending herself from this sweet crime, felt senile. “Food is ready,” Anna announced in her signature sing-song voice, which garnered her a stare-down from Aaron. “What?” She mouthed to him, he had to hide his disdain for her sudden switch in characters until she clicked in again and went rabid on them. “I don't trust her.” He mouthed back. Truth be told, Helen did not trust the charade she displayed, but it was

Anna chewed on her nails, antsy and restless that her plans went southward. It was obvious that the two saw through her facade and did not believe her charade. “Where the fuck is my coffee?” She growled at Emily who hurriedly offered her what she wanted. Now, this was precisely what she wanted. Someone who quickly did her bindings without hesitation.The bitter taste of the coffee nearly choked her. “Wtf!” She yelled. The little girl did that on purpose. Helen, enraged, threw the glass on the wall. It took her every ounce of self-control she possessed not to bash her head on the wall. “Emily darling.” She stared, as Emily walked towards where she stood, unafraid of what was going to become of her. “I guess you don't like me much?” She questioned Emily, who decided to put up a bold front instead of scurrying away.“No, I don't. Stay away from the lady of the house and my boss. You are even ---” Emily did not get to complete her sentence before Anna descended on her with all the pen

Anna could barely sleep a wink, tossing and turning on the bed, she put on her see—through nightwear and headed to the kitchen for a late-night snack. The intention was not to take out her aggression on the little girl, but at the same time, had no regret whatsoever for her actions. The barroom stood slightly opened, which caused her to retrace her steps and head towards its direction.Aaron and Helen were inches from tearing their clothes apart, a scene she most definitely did not want to witness. Her intrusion was noticed as Helen gave her a stare-down from head to toe. Grateful for her attire that came in handy, at the right time. “Are you hungry?” Helen asked Anna who only wanted Aaron's attention at this point. He kept his poise and stare fixated on Helen, who looked hot and bothered just by merely looking at her. “How is she?” She evaded her question, not in the mood to wine and dine with the enemy. “She'll be fine. Dr. Miller instructed bed rest, and that is what she will