Bonnie wasn’t confident about going with Mrs Gold. As Vicky packed her necessities into her baby bag, the child gazed at her with nervous anticipation. “O! Bonnie! It is just for a few days,” Vicky shut the bag, brushing away her analysis. Bonnie was just a year and half old. The child was too young to know what was right and wrong. Vicky hung the bag on her shoulder and carried Bonnie in her arm. “Come on, my princess! You will be back before you know it.”She gave Bonnie to Mrs Gold and handed her the bag. “All her items are in there. She loves to have her milk oat and she takes her baby food at 8pm every night. She doesn’t like cold showers and she enjoys a solemn lullaby before sleep. She hates the air conditioner and does enjoy loud noises. She loves to move around in Walker when she is awake and…,” “It’s fine, Vicky,” Mrs Gold interrupted her with a short laugh. “I have taken care of her a couple of times, so I know all this. There is no need to teach me how to take care of my
Anita walked down the empty road, nervous and scared. She had nowhere else to go and she’d considered her employment at Mr Jones house lucky. How wrong she was! If only she hadn’t placed all her eggs in one basket. Perhaps, she would have found an alternative place to lay for the night. Her arm was wrapped around her. She trembled with fear and she could barely walk any further. Luckily for her, a car pulled over beside her and her guardian came to her rescue. It was Mr Chang. An old man she helped a few weeks ago while he was stranded under the rain. “What are you doing here all alone?” He asked with concern. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. He opened his car for her to get in and she hesitated at first. “Trust me,” he smiled.Since there was no other choice, she got in and cleared the tears on her cheek. “Thank you,” she appreciated. “What are you doing stranded her?” He asked “My boss' daughter wants to kill me,” she confessed. “I have nowhere to go.” Mr Chang didn’t
Vicky nodded and began. “She was helpless when I first saw her,” Vicky said with an emotional tone. “I remember when Mr Chang brought her for the first time. She was scared, vulnerable and felt sick. We all thought she was going to die. It turned out she had been roaming the streets for hours and had nowhere to go. She was three months pregnant at that time. The landlord promised to give her a free apartment for a while, and made her vow to start paying once she gets a job. Anita made that promise. She was very beautiful, Steven. Not only was she beautiful, she was the most hardworking lady I have ever seen too. She was so fond of her daughter and I remember her smiles anytime Bonnie kicked in her stomach. She became my best friend the first time I saw her.” Steven felt deeply hurt by Vicky’s words. He wasn’t there for Bonnie when she needed him the most. He couldn’t believe she suffered so much like that. “She is an amazing lady. You fell in love with your match, Steven,” Vicky co
Vicky laid on her back that night, staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t stop thinking about Steven’s indifference towards her rants that evening. He seemed chill, happier and friendlier than she ever knew him. She turned to her side and gazed at a beautiful painting of an enormous garden. A painting she barely notices since she’s been so busy with Bonnie. Perhaps all Steven needed was a friend and someone to speak to, she thought. He might be lonely and in need of some to converse with. But his freaking ego would not let him admit him. Well, it wasn’t her own headache. She came for Bonnie and that was it. The next day, she made herself a cup of green tea in the kitchen, before stepping outside admiring the greenery. The emergency lock down was over. Good thing she could visit Maria and forget these depressing lives for a while. Her thought went to her husband as she stepped back into the house to get her bag. She hadn’t heard from him since their last argument. Well, she hoped he wa
Vicky didn’t hang up her call with Maria. She left it active, hoping to feel Maria’s presence with her as she receives his diagnosis.“Girl, relax okay?” She heard Maria say over the phone. Vicky took a deep breath, trying to be calm.“What is it doctor?” She eventually asked. “He is stable now,” Vicky heaved a sigh of relief with her hand to her chest. She sat back on the chair, thanking God for saving his life. “We were able to flush the pill out of his system. There is an issue though…,” the doctor said. She stopped rejoicing and turned swiftly to him. “He may be unconscious for a couple of hours. The pill really messed with his brain, so it will take a while for his body to get back to normal.”“At least he is fine, that’s all that matters to me.” She said, ignoring the rest of the doctor’s facts. “If I may ask, are you his wife? We need a family member to sign some documents later,” he asked. She felt off by the question. Maria cleared her throat, causing her to feel a bit pi
A smile broke on Steven Gold’s lips when he was released for the day. He walked out of his workplace where he carried heavy boxes and called his elder sister. ”Hello, hard worker!” Her weak voice said at the other end. Steven smiled. “It is nice to…,” He bumped into a lady. “Sorry,” he apologized, but she rudely ignored him. He brushed it off and entered the bus. “Sorry for the interruption,” he said to his sister. “How do you feel now? Your stomach wasn’t great in the morning.” “I threw up twice. That's a new record. Yay!”His sister joked. Steven couldn’t believe she found her stomach pain funny. “It's not funny, Mary.”“I ate lots of chocolates. I blame myself for this.”“I thought you wouldn’t. You always look for someone to blame for your situation, you know.““Where are you? Be quick and come. I am waiting.” She grumbled bored. “Fine, fine. Few more minutes.” Steven gave his word and hung up. His focus went back to the window, watching the trees speed past. When he arri
The Academy of Sciences was the last place Steven Gold wanted to find himself at. But here he was, explaining to his lecturers why he skipped school for a month. They understood his sister's situation and allowed him off the hook.“Hey!” his close friend Jeremy greeted, sitting beside him. “How are you?” Steven asked. “I am getting myself back together. He was buried last week.”Steven’s heart sank. “Your father was a good man.”“Yeah, he was. I wish I know who killed him.”Steven felt like a monster. He couldn't tell him his mafia father killed him. The Black Draculas killed him! The poor boy didn’t know how vulnerable his father was. Who owes the Mafia millions?“Since your father is a Mafia, could you help me find the killers?” Jeremy trusted him that much. “I do not get involved in my dad’s business.”“Come on! It is just the connection I need.”“I promise you do not want to get involved.”The door opened and a beautiful lady walked in swaying her hips. She blew a kiss at Ste
“Hey!” Steven tried fighting it off. Sharon pinned him down. She was in her lingerie, gracing his vision with her boobs. “Come on, just ones.” she pleaded.“Are you crazy?”“Yes, Steven! I am crazy for you.”“Sharon, get off me!” Steven pushed her.“I was right! You are a weakling! You are a fucking impotent!” “I am not an impotent!”Steven defended. “Then what’s wrong?” she glared confidently. “Am I not hot enough?!”Steven couldn't take it. He grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall.“It is not about looks! I don't fall for looks!”She laughed evilly.“You are not like your parents. You are so weak. While your dad gets every girl he wants with the snap of a finger, and your mum sleeps with men for better offers, you are here wasting your looks. Your father would have done a better job. He would have looked me in the eyes and devoured me with his charms. He would have….”“Enough!” Steven covered her lips. She smirked and drew him closer. “I can do better than my father. I am bet