A feeling of helplessness washed over Drake as he stepped out of the Wilmont's apartment. He just couldn't believe what had transpired between them inside a while ago. Everything that happened, at first of all appeared like a dream, but now outside, it became clear that they meant every word that they had said to him.Fletcher, referring to him as a burden and Rachel, telling him to bear the cross alone, had really come as a blow to him."This is your mess, so why should we help you?" Rachel's voice replayed in his head. "Bear your own cross," she had spat angrily at him.But what else could he have done as a man and a husband.. He had even gone as far as pleading with them to just make out time and have a word with Simmons family since they've been doing business together for years. He thought if they could talk, they could iron out a few things and come to an understanding without having to involve the police or the court.But all Mr. Willmont could say was that they had been lookin
The morning light filtered through the curtains as Drake woke up, a sense of dread settling in his chest. He couldn't believe he slept with till morning after returning from the Wilmont's house the previous evening. A sigh escaped his lips as he drowsily forced himself to stand up. He wished it was a holiday so he could continue with his sleep, but too bad it wasn't and what that meant was that he had to start preparing for the day's task.His mind raced with thoughts of how to navigate the myriad of problems closing in on him, but first, he has to go to work and attend to his duties, then figure out the rest.After taking a bath and grabbing a snack from the little food that was still left in the house, Drake left home and headed straight to work. As he approached the company gate, he was met by the security guards who blocked his way. At first, he thought it was a joke only to find out that they were actually serious."What's going on?" Drake asked, confusion and frustration in hi
On his way out, Drake's uncertainty was palpable. The idea of returning to Woodruff to meet with Hitler Ivanov and to explain the mix-up crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it as the thought of facing their notorious wrath and the potential torture they may likely subject him to crossed his mind.Desperation, however, drove him to consider another option: pleading with the Simmons family directly. He hoped that by appealing to their humanity, he might find a way out of his dire situation.With Mr and Mrs Wilmont's refusal to help him in speaking with the Simmons' family, it was now left for him to try out his luck. Who knows, they may eventually decide to listen to him and drop the law suit against him and his wife.He flagged down the first taxi that passed by and gave the driver the address of the Simmons’ estate. The journey to the Simmons' estate, which wasn't very long seemed like an interminable one for Drake as he tried to permutate the several possible outcomes that w
"Mr. Sullivan, if you have the least respect for us and our deceased son, you'll leave now." Mrs. Simmons said, seeing that Drake wasn't ready to leave even after all her husband had said to him.Drake’s eyes welled with unspoken emotion, "Please, understand that this wasn’t intentional.""Will you please leave? Just go away before we call security." Mrs. Simmons threatened, but Drake remained unmoved by her threats.The other members of the Simmons family looked at Drake with utter disdain wondering if he was actually listening to what Mr and Mrs. Simmons were saying."Mr. Sullivan, please leave," one of the mourners said, her voice bearing the weight of her anger towards Drake and his wife. "There's no amount of begging that can bring back our Kevin," she began to sob.One of them pulled her to himself, probably her husband, consoling her. "Look, sir," he began as he offered the lady a handkerchief. "What on earth are you begging for? Kevin was an innocent kid who had offended no on
"Mr. Sullivan, you're under arrest," one of the police officers said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." Drake struggled as they cuffed his wrists, but it was no use. "Please," he cried out, looking back at the Simmons family one last time. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I'm so sorry."Mr. Simmons’s eyes were cold and unyielding. "Take him away," he ordered the officers.As the police officers led Drake out of the house, he felt a crushing sense of despair. He had come seeking mercy, but all he had found was relentless vengeance. "Please, you have to believe me, I didn't do anything wrong." Drake pleaded.One of the police officers opened the car door, pulling Drake forcefully. "Go in," he commanded.Drake resisted, trying to pull away but the officers were relentless. Ignoring his pleas, they shove him into the back seat of the car and the next thing Drake heard, was
"Officers, lock him up," the chief ordered, before turning to leave."No..., please don't," Drake stuttered, but it was too late, as two burly police officers appeared in front of him almost. immediatelyThey showed no mercy as the pulled Drake up from where he had been sitting. "Please, you have to listen to me and help me talk to the chief. My daughter is crippled and she needs me. My wife is in coma. I'm the only one she has," Drake pleaded, but it all fell on deaf ears.Ignoring Drake's desperate pleas, they shut him up and locked him in a cold, dimly lit cell. Hours dragged by, each minute feeling like an eternity as Drake grappled with the gravity of his situation. His thoughts were consumed with worry for his daughter and the seemingly insurmountable troubles that now surrounded him.As the cell door slammed shut, Drake sank to the floor, overwhelmed by a crushing sense of helplessness. He couldn't imagine how each attempt he made just to solve his problems only ended up landi
One of Hitler's thugs who had been waiting for him outside, walked in to know the state of things and what it was that their boss might want him to do."What's he saying boss?" He asked, approaching with an angry face, as though he wanted to have a fight, forgetting that he was in the police station.Hitler raised a hand, signaling him to stay back. "I have everything under control," he said."If you say so, boss," the thug said, his eyes fixed on Drake, as he gave him a throat slicing gesture."What happened with my package? Who did you sell it to?" Hitler's angry eyes caught a hold of Drake's trembling form. "Let's hear what you have to say for yourself," his voice dripped with sarcasm. "But it better be good.""I didn't do anything with the package," Drake replied, taking a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "Do you think I'm joking?" Hitler asked angrily. "I'm being lenient enough to even give you a chance to explain yourself." His eyes blazed with fury. "If you try
As the minutes ticked by, Drake could only wait, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty concerning what the Simmons' family will do when they finally arrive. Mr. Simmons finally arrived and as he walked in, he looked at Drake scornfully before turning to meet the Chief of police.Drake watched with growing dread as Mr. Simmons, Hitler, and the police chief gathered in a corner of the station, their voices rising and falling as if planning something sinister against him.It happened they were arguing over who should have him, and their words echoed in the room, Drake suddenly felt helpless, a grim reminder of his dire situation. He could see the anger in Hitler's eyes and the cold determination in the expressions of Mr. Simmons.Summoning all his courage, Drake tried once more to plead his case. "Please, I'm innocent! I didn't do anything wrong! This is all a misunderstanding!"One of the officers standing guard by him roughly shoved him back. "Quiet," the officer barked. "You've s