Matilda doesn't think that she would fall asleep after everything that has happened, but she does. It's such a deep and satisfying rest that when she wakes up and looks at the clock on the wall, it's already the next day. She sits up on the bed and immediately, the scary thoughts start to come back the her head. She summons the courage to go to the door and turn the knob. To her greatest shock, the door isn't even locked. Is this Greg trying to play a trick on her? Is he standing behind the door, waiting for her to come out? She peeps and she doesn't see anyone. She becomes more brave and she decides to step out of the room, one foot in front of the other. She walks down the stairs and just a few steps before he gets to the floor, a sweet scent wafts towards her nose. Greg is cooking. Greg never cooks. Maybe he is planning his last meal before he kills her. She makes sure that she doesn't make any noise, and she creeps into the kitchen. Yes, she's right. He is in the kitch
She immediately feels a chill running down her spine. Greg is the last person she expected to be here, he just left the house a few hours ago. He is still glaring at her, but he reaches into his pocket and takes out a few bills, and passes them to Johnny. "Thank you for your help, Johnny, that's all." Johnny takes the money, mutters his thanks, and walks off with great speed. Matilda takes a few steps backward, he trots into the house, and shuts the door with a loud bang. "What were you thinking trying to get that old man to help you?" He fires. She doesn't reply, she keeps moving backward. Her heart drops when he takes her hands off him and turns to her. "It won't work, Matilda. You have to realize that I am doing this for your good. My decision is final." "Sit." He orders. Because she has gotten herself into so much trouble, she quietly sits down. He walks through and fro in front of her, like an angry parent about to scold his child. "You have disappointed me, Matilda
Ashley finds herself smoking more and more cigarettes. The more she thinks about her interaction with the doctor, the more confused she gets. Why is Angus the reason why the Goldwaters bought the hospital? His mother is a fucking cunt, but neither she nor Angus has that kind of power to warrant such action. She finds herself smoking as she thinks even more deeply about it. What's this mystery and why can't she uncover it? She is in the kitchen, cooking dinner for her unbearable husband, but her brain is working overtime like that of a detective. She is so engrossed, lost in her own world, that she doesn't notice when the pasta starts to burn. Until the dry smell shoots up her nostrils, before she jumps up in alert. "Fuckin' Christ." She tosses the cigarette into the sink and rushes to turn off the cooker. She takes off the lid, but she immediately sheds her eyes from the horrific sight. "Are you kidding me?!" She yells at no one but herself. She puts herself together and
The news drops like a bomb on his mother, he can see the confusion in her eyes as she tries to digest what he has said to her. Joanna steps in immediately. "Um, I am going to get the stuff, you guys can go ahead." Angus nods with a thankful smile, he is grateful that she is giving him and his mother the privacy. She leaves him alone with his mother, he sighs as he touches her arm. "Is… is that she has not been picking up my calls?" She mutters. "Is that why you have never brought her for dinner? I should have known." "I'm sorry, Mum, I should have told you earlier." He admits. "When did this happen?" "Six months ago." He answers. "Angus!" She gasps with hurt. "Six months and you never said a word to me?""Mum, I'm sorry." He takes her hand immediately. "I know that Ashley has been hurtful to you, but you've always seen her as your daughter. You have to understand that I just wanted to protect you from hurt." She shakes her head and bites down her lower lips. Angus doesn't nee
When they get to the restaurant, Ashley starts to act like she is having the time of her life. She sits at the table with the menu, but she keeps looking over it to catch a glimpse of Angus. Angus keeps tapping his feet on the ground and also looking at his wristwatch. She finally drops the menu on the table and pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. "So what are you going to order, Angus?" "I don't know, a glass of water is just fine by me." He gives a small shrug, he really doesn't care for this "dinner." "Nonsense." She frowns. "I'm paying, it's my treat, and I don't want you to forget it in a rush." She picks up her menu again and starts to go through the food. "Oh, I see." She mumbles. "Did you see dish two? It's steaks, I know you like steaks." "Whatever, Ashley, let's just get this over with." Even though he has so much lack of enthusiasm, she barely cares. She raises her hand and asks for the waiter to bring them two dishes of the same food. As they wait for t
She gets back to her feet as soon as the call starts to connect. Greg is going to be back in a matter of minutes and if she doesn't hurry up, she is going to have to abort her plans. It rings longer than usual and he is not coming, she is almost cursing herself out. Then he picks up, her heart starts beating again. "Hello? Angus?" "Matilda, is this you? Oh my God, what happened? You just went silent in me." She holds her forehead, in a bid to calm herself down. "I'm sorry, Angus, it's a very long story." "Are you okay, boss? He asks. You sound odd." She is sweating profusely and it's not just because she is in a tight basement without air, but because she knows that Greg can drive in at any time now. "Angus, I need your help, I am in a bit of a situation." She says. "I need you to listen really carefully, okay?" "I'm all ears, boss." She doesn't waste any time immediately. "Angus, the way I left the restaurant, I witnessed something I shouldn't have, j saw Greg kill a man
It feels like everything that has been holding Greg shatters to the ground, even the gun almost slips out of his grip. Angus sees the confusion on his face and he lets out a hearty laugh, even giving his knee a smart. "It looks like you don't like this plan of mine, Greg." Angus mocks. "What do you say?" "How about I shoot you, wouldn't that be better?" Greg scoffs. "But you will be fucked, can't you see?" Angus taunts. "Maybe I would be dead, maybe I would be left with an injury, but you will be going to jail and the whole world will know what you did." It's the truth, Greg can't even pretend that Angus is lying right now. He is boiling with so much rage, that he just wants to beat the hell out of Angus. He wants to leave him with a broken jaw so that his mouth will have to be wired shut. Even though those thoughts are just sweet fantasies in his head, he can't help but keep calm. Angus won't hesitate to go on with his threat. So, against his will, he is forced to listen to A
Joanna crosses her legs in the cab as the driver drives past cars on the road. She takes out her lipstick and applies another layer to her always-heavy lips because that's what a whore would do. She is trying to be the whoriest whore today, she probably wants the guy to fuck her too, but she hopes that she gets something good out of this. As she leans forward to get a clearer glimpse of herself in the mirror as she works on her lips, she notices that the cab driver keeps looking at her through the mirror. She notices that his eyes weren't really on hers, they were slightly angled down, looking down at her breasts. "Um, can I help you?" She asks. He clears his throat and keeps his eyes on the road. "The bar is pretty popular, huh? Are you going there to meet someone?" "I don't know why we are supposed to talk about that." She snorts. "But what do you do, miss? Where do you work?" "Erm, mind your business limited, what's the damn problem?" She snaps at him. Since she has shown