Sheila paced angrily in her room, her hand subconsciously rubbing her right cheek softly, it still hurt from the sting of the slap and each time she felt the pain she cursed the man wishing him a horrible death. Keith thought he has won because he is fucking an old hag who was rolling in cash, he thought he could get away under her protection but she would prove him wrong, remind him who the boss is, and get her revenge. Keith had messed with the wrong person. She was going to get back at him no matter what, not even his old hag wouldn't be able to save him. Sheila stopped pacing, panting softly like she ran a marathon. The first day she met Keith was at a seminar which she had attended because her father was busy and couldn't go himself so she had to cover up for him. That day she wasn't only pissed to have to be attending a boring meeting about things that didn't matter to her but had to cancel plans that were actually important to come and act interested in stuff she didn't give

Sheila heaved a sigh from where she sat at the end of the dining table, distractedly stabbing mercilessly at her bacon. Today has proven just as yesterday to be stressful and annoying and the only difference was that she was able to convince her father to come down for dinner, with the help of her mother of course. She peeped up at her father who was stabbing his fork into his plate, barely trying to eat.Mrs. Hockings cleared her throat, “Hey honey, do you care for more sauce?”Mr. Hockings took his gaze off his plate and nodded absentmindedly, reaching for the bowl of sauce her mother was holding out to him. Sheila knew her father would not be eating that and she knew her mother knew that too but her mother was just trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere.Sheila took her gaze to her father, who was staring at her but not at her, his eyes were glazed with a haunted look in them. In just a matter of days, Mr. Hockings has had drastic physical change, his eyes were dim and the eyeba

Soft rays of morning light were beaming across Keith's closed eyes. But he did not want to wake up, instead, he snuggled closer to the warmth of his bed. His arm reached up to soothe the fallen pieces of hair away from his face. He really hadn't planned to wake up this early but the loud blasting sounds from his phone were making him rethink that.Who could be calling this early, Keith thought with a mumbled grunt. He made an odd noise at the back of his throat and snuggled closer into his pillow, his eyes snapped open and he waited patiently for his mind to clear of its grogginess but he didn't have that liberty as his blasted phone began ringing again. Finally forcing his mind out of the groggy state he rolled off his bed and moved to pick up his phone from where it was vibrating against the nightstand.All sleepiness cleared from his mind when he saw that it was Mr. Kevin, who was calling, he sat up straight and immediately picked up the call, “Mr. Kevin,” he said, his voice eviden

Keith instantly straightened up, his face scrunched up into a worried frown, “Camila, are you sure you are fine? Are you hurt?” “Be focused, Keith, I'm not the one with the problem, you are.”He exhaled, calming down a little. “Then what is the problem?” “The housing agent called this morning and has now refused to sell the house to you,” Camila explained.Keith's frown deepened, this day just kept going from bad to worse, “And what is the problem with them?” “According to the man he was very convinced of you being a fraud and having no money for payment.”He growled, slapping his palm over his face and grumbling curses under his breath. “Keith, are you alright?” Camila questioned in a worried tone. Keith nodded as if she could see him, “I'm fine, it's just proving to be a difficult day.”Camila sighed, “Don't worry about this, I am sure we should be able to handle the situation.”Keith exhaled loudly again.“It was a bit of a shock when the housing agent called this morning to s

The ride back to Sheila's family house was quiet and awkward, with both Sheila and Frank edgy. Sheila sat at the passenger seat looking out the window and occasionally her eyes darted unintentionally to her phone, while Frank sat stiffly with his gaze completely on the road, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. Frank glanced back at Sheila whose gaze was fixed outside the window and he bit down on his lower lip, moving his gaze back to the road. He knew what was probably running through her mind at the moment, and although he should be disturbed that she was currently thinking about her ex, usually the thought unnerves him but today even he was thinking about Keith Thompson. He couldn't get over the way Keith had sounded on the phone, he had been too calm, too unconcerned, and with a hint of excitement that made Frank feel like he was the prey about to get chased down by a predator. The feeling was so foreign to Frank he has always been used to having the upper hand and watch