"Sorry, I didn't know I was interrupting anything." Winnie turned around to leave, as Elijah and Rhonda stepped away from each other.Elijah wanted to go after her. It took every last drop of strength in his body not to go after her. But he knew he couldn't. It would be hypocrisy."Won't you go after her?" Rhonda asked, her heart thumping loudly against her chest.She held her breath, awaiting his response. She knew they had grown closer lately. Winnie had been visibly upset just now. It was only fair for him to go after her even if she didn't want him to."No," He said, forcing a smile. "It's better I don't."Even as she smiled, she wondered what he meant by that. Did they fight? Thinking about it now, there had been a little tension between them when Elijah came into the room. Then again, she had defended him against Nathan Luxe. What was the truth then?"I should return to the room then. My mum is probably searching everywhere for me now." She said."I should too. I'll go te
The sound from the clock on the bedside table pierced through the silence of Elijah's bedroom. The man himself, still claddes in his bedtime attire sat on the bed, with his legs to the ground, and his hands on the miniature drawer just in front of him. His toes danced on the floor nervously as he contemplated the wisdom in what he was about to do. As if something suddenly came over him, he opened the drawer and brought out the ring box.Carefully, he opened it, and picked up the ring. He dropped the box back, and raises the ring to the ceilings. The light rays that had successfully passes through the window blinds shone on the ring, giving it a twinkle. As his eyes glued to it like a spectacle, something else happened in his brain. He suddenly could feel his powers calling for him. It wanted to be one with the owner again. "Should I?" He muttered.The very reason he had cast his powers away had followed him here, three years after. Was there still a point to any of these? "Rem
"Whatever you're doing must be quite important. You've been on it for almost the entire day." Winnie in her screen light blockage glasses that were already reaching down her nose, and her messy hair cascading like a wild bush down the lengths of her back to see John. Her eyes went straight to the cup in his hands, and it instantly widened with glee."Oh sweet John, did you get that for me?" She fluttered her lashes playfully, and he rolled his eyes."I did.""Yay!" She pumped her fist in the air, but before she could bring it down, her excitement was cut short."Don't get all excited yet. Your grandpa would get mad at me if he knew I was encouraging your caffeine addiction."She pouted into a frown. "I'm not addicted John. It just, you know helps me keep an alert, and functional brain while I work. Bottom line, I'm more productive with my caffeine.""So----- addiction." He said, relentless.She sighed. "You know what? Think whatever you like. Can I have my coffee now?""I ca
A soft rap sounded on William Carter's door. He turned to the door, panic rushing through his face. Quickly, but carefully, he placed the documents he was holding back into the drawer, before calling on whoever was behind the door to come in. Winnie marched into the room, her eyes blazing with anger. A look of concern quickly reloaded the panic in his eyes. His granddaughter was never this unnerved. He waited for her to state the reason for her presence, not wanting to speak ahead of her. "Elijah is here to see you." She said after pacing for a few seconds. "Aha! Elijah." He bobbed his head, understanding the source of her anger now. For some reason she was insistent on not telling him, the pair had gone from a budding friendship to whatever this ugliness was. He had wanted to speak to Elijah about it, but something told him he would only be risking the very quiet but intense fury his granddaughter was capable of. "Yes, him. Why didn't you tell me you invited him over?" She stoppe
Elijah was ushered into a room by the housekeeper. He was to meet with Mr Carter there. While he waited, he decided to do a little review. There was no doubt the interior design of this room was Winnie's idea. The colorful couches spread about in a circle, giving it a relaxed ambiance. A splash of bright colors danced around the walls. What set it apart as a relaxation room which also doubled as a work room, was the book shelves on each side of the room. Then there were the paintings. He took his time, studying each one of them.One, in particular, caught his attention. He walked over to it, his eyes squinting as he skimmed through it. It looked vaguely familiar. It was a huge landscape, with the sun just setting. At the center of the painting, there was a little crack that looked like it was dividing this landscape into two."Elijah." He heard in his head.It wasn't a voice he had heard before. Avery's was way lighter. He could recognize if it were the other women he had encounte
"Hey." He said, for lack of other words to explain."Who were you welcoming?" She ignored his intent to change the conversation."Uhmm," He scratched his head, wondering how the hell he was supposed to get out of this now. He wasn't the type to lie, but this was not a situation he could tell the truth. "It's nothing." He said, silently praying she dropped it."Okay suit yourself." She shrugged nonchalantly, walking past him to a couch.In her heart though, she was boiling. She knew what she heard. There was no phone in sight, so he was definitely not on call. First he had enemies everywhere which he always fought off effortlessly, now he was talking to himself like a sicko. Who really was thos Elijah man? She wondered.It was only when she sat down, and raised up her head, her eyes found what he had been staring at. It definitely was the painting. The last thing her mother painted before she----- She paused on that thought, still not strong enough to ever complete and it. But why
"Alright." She whipped out a laptop he somehow managed to miss, and his eyes squinted with surprise. It was quickly replaced with a darkened glance when she placed it on her smooth laps, and switched it on. Again, he was only just noticing she was putting on a gown which stopped way above the knee. "Winnie Carter." His mind whispered teasingly.Instantly, she raised her head up as if she had heard him. "Mr Elijah Green, what can I do for you this evening?" She asked, her putting on a professional tone.It was almost too amusing for him to bear. However, when he remembered he had asked for this, he buckled up in readiness to face the consequences. An aloof Winnie? That was quite a sight to see. "The favor I'm about to ask is actually not for me.""It's not a favor if it's a depth repayment, but carry-on. What do you want, and whom do you want what you want for?" She paused, for a second getting dizzy by her own question.He smiled at her eyes which were too expressive for her in
"Mummy?" She dropped to her knees, grabbing a hold of the painting and clasping it tightly to her chest. "You're okay mummy. You're fine." She said, over and over again.Elijah watched her. When she had broken into a run, he thought she was leaving. But then she took the round, and ended up crouched on the floor. He realized it was the painting. But with that realization came curiosity. Did she know her mother was in that painting? Why was she speaking so confidently to it? "It's mum's painting." He blinked twice, and saw she was on her feet again."Really?" "Yeah," She said taking it back to the spot it had fallen from. "There was no breeze. I wonder why it fell." That settled it for him. She obviously didn't know her mum could communicate through that painting. Her question could easily be answered too. Perhaps her mum saw her distressed and decided to intervene. The latter, he was grateful for. If she hadn't, he would have easily overstepped the boundaries of their weird f