Troy was quick enough to pull her hand before she had dug the sharp edges of the scissors into her chest.Troy's hands were bleeding because he had held the sharp edge as quick as he could, he didn't think of getting injured.He threw the scissors far away and went close to Vivienne.“Have you gone mad!." He yelled looking scared, what if he hadn't been quick enough, she would have died, he thought to himself.“I'll go get a doctor to take care of your hand." Teress told him.“No, I'm fine." He told Teress“You're spilling blood everywhere Troy, you're not fine, that amount of blood means the cut is deep." Teress insisted.Troy turned to her, he was frustrated, beads of sweat were gathering at his forehead and his neck.“No Teress, I'm fine, I don't need a Doctor!." Troy yelledTeress was stubborn and she had already made you her mind that he needed someone to take care of his wound.“I won't just stand here and watch you bleed Mr Troy, you're paying me to take care of you and I'm onl
“what do you mean?." Francis asked with his eyes wide like saucers.“I've been to this motel several nights and days, it doesn't offer room service." The girl explained.Before Francis could reply, they heard a loud bang and the door broke to reveal three huge men, one Francis could recognize as the police man that knocked last night.Francis was not dumb, he knew that these people were nothing close to the police, so it made him understand that the people who came to his house last night weren't policemen either.He shifted backwards till his back touched the headboard, the whore covered her naked body with the blanket and shifted towards Francis for protection.Francis shoved her away roughly making her fall down from the small bed in a loud thud.“Please don't kill me." Francis begged not minding the young lady's cries.He saw their guns and the looks in heir eyes and a shiver ran down his spine.They went to him and grabbed him, without a word, they pulled him out of the motel and
Francis felt pain explode through his entire being as Troy's hard fist smashed against his face, the pain could cause insanity, the pain could cause death. He was not so scared when he saw that Troy was about to beat him up, he thought that Troy was weak but the punch spoke highly of his strength, so highly that Francis had fainted. Shock made him open his eyes, trying his best to breathe, to no avail.Water.His hands were tied at the back of the chair, his head was held backwards by someone, he fought hard to set his head free but a single slap by the side of his head made him fear to move, there was a towel on his face and there was water entering into his nose and his mouth.His lungs burnt as if there were hot pins stabbing into his lungs through his chest, his forehead burnt as if he had sniffed the hottest pepper and the back of his throat was heavy with pain.“Enough..." The familiar voice said, quickly the towel left his face, the hand left his hair and he raised his head up
Troy dashed out of the hospital room.“Where are you going?." Teress called after him, he clearly heard her but then he didn't stop. He just kept running.Teress fell on her chair and wiped her eyes, she coughed and cleared her throat. She glanced at the door wondering if she played her part perfectly, she went to stand in front of the window.“Troy, one day you'll look back at this day and see how much I have helped you " Teress said to herself. " I needed to get that golddigger out of your life." She remembered what had happened clearly. Some minutes after Troy had left, Vivienne had woken up.“Where is Troy?." She asked Teress.“Why are you asking?." Teress asked her acidly.Vivienne searched the room, she was scared of Teress, her glare sent chills down her spine and also she felt very intimidated." Please I just want to know where he is, that's all." Vivienne admitted. “He left, he's gone." Teress replied her.“Gone, gone to where?." Vivienne asked in confusion sitting stra
Troy trusted the words of Vivienne because she hardly ever lied and whenever she did, it was for an important cause.He wondered if he should really act upon his anger.“It's just going to be temporary." He thought to himself. He knew very well that the anger that ran through him right now was only temporary, but he wondered if he would have been able to forgive Teress if he didn't find Vivienne.He wondered what his anger would make him do to her if Vivienne had ended up committing suicide.He turned to Vivienne, she looked weak, her lips were still chapped and there were very dark circles under her eyes.She hugged her arms, shivering because of the cold breeze.“Come." Troy told her gesturing to his car. She lifted her eyes from his car to look at him. It was like a dream to her.Troy the janitor now owns a multi million dollar car.“Your car us beautiful." She told him with a half smile. She was so awed she didn't know how to smile again. “Thank you." He told her.Teress was not
Troy trusted the words of Vivienne because she hardly ever lied and whenever she did, it was for an important cause.He wondered if he should really act upon his anger.“It's just going to be temporary." He thought to himself. He knew very well that the anger that ran through him right now was only temporary, but he wondered if he would have been able to forgive Teress if he didn't find Vivienne.He wondered what his anger would make him do to her if Vivienne had ended up committing suicide.He turned to Vivienne, she looked weak, her lips were still chapped and there were very dark circles under her eyes.She hugged her arms, shivering because of the cold breeze.“Come." Troy told her gesturing to his car. She lifted her eyes from his car to look at him. It was like a dream to her.Troy the janitor now owns a multi million dollar car.“Your car us beautiful." She told him with a half smile. She was so awed she didn't know how to smile again. “Thank you." He told her.Teress was not
“Francis has escaped." The man informed Troy fearfully.Troy pulled the phone from his ear and glanced at the number on the screen, just to make sure that he was really calling the right person.It felt like a prank... A joke... A dream.“S-sir, are you th-there?." The voice stuttered.Troy was silent, he did not have any reply." We're sorry that it happened, but it was honestly a big mistake. We're going out in search for him to bring him back Into our custody." “I don't understand, how the heck did it happen in the first place!." Troy yelled, his voice almost deafened the man on the other end who was holding the phone to his ear. Teress and Vivienne were equally scared, Vivienne had never in the three years of being married to Troy, witness him this angry.Teress on the other hand has witnessed him angry and she knew that whenever he was angry, no one should step in his way.She kept shut on the couch and watched him, he was pacing and yelling into the phone, constantly asking an
Troy drove to the warehouse, when he walked in, the chair that Francis was formerly tied on was in the same place it was when he left, but he was really gone.“Mr Troy." The hit man said with a shaky voice coming out of the shadows and walking towards Troy.“Where are your men?." He asked the man.Troy knew that the man wouldn't have anything to do with helping Francis escape, he knew how much he would be loosing and he knew better than to mess with him, but someone else unhinged and greedy could do it... Some or all of his men. “They ran away sir " the man told Troy.He was sweating profusely, his face, neck and arms were covered in sweat.“What is that supposed to mean?." Troy asked, trying his best to keep his temper under control.The man cleared his throat.“Apparently they heard our conversation earlier and when I checked, they had all gone." The man said.Troy felt anger but he quickly dispensed the anger, Francis could wait another day.He turned away and left the warehouse,