“Thank God, you're here sir!." The cleaner exclaimed running towards Troy.Troy looked down at the cleaner, he knew the man very well so he did not really wonder why the man would be glad to see him. “Please is Vivienne in her office?." Troy asked the cleaner and the man shook his head.“You need to come with me very quickly." The cleaner said to him.Troy didn't need any body to tell him that there was trouble, he sensed the urgency in the man's voice. Troy rushed into the elevator and he was about to push the botton for the top floor when the man shook his head I'm disagreement again. “Miss Vivienne is not in her office sir." The cleaner said, Troy saw the look in his face and he wanted to know what was really going on.“Where is she, what's happening, you haven't told me anything." Troy said feeling extreme worried and a little bit scared.“She's in the cleaning room sir." The cleaner said and he ran out as soon as the elevator door opened.Troy's eyes widened in shock as he saw
Alloy had already gotten so thin because of how he was treated in jail, he had contacted a bacteria that made most of his skin turn red and swell, dried blood marked on his clothes because he constantly scratched the uncontrollable itch that followed the rashes and most of the time his skin got injured.His belly grumbled loudly because he had not eaten since last night and evening was already coming near. He stood up from the thin bed where he sat and fisted his hands at his sides, he was tired of taking the torment and torture alone while Francis would be in his mansion drinking to his heart content.He was going to confess and he was going to do it right now, even if it didn't guarantee his freedom, he had to bring Francis to give him a taste of his own medicine. He needed to get revenge. “Warden!." He yelled hitting the bars of the prison cell, at first there didn't seem to be any reply from the jailor so he closed his eyes and shook the prison gate harder.His eyes were closed s
Troy was anxious, he couldn't stop his mind from coming up with fake scenarios of the doctors and nurses announcing that Vivienne was dead. He was standing outside the Emergency room waiting for her to stabilize. In this situation, many men would collapse to the overwhelming feeling of fear but Troy stood strong.His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, without glancing at the screen to see the caller identity, he answered the call.“Boss, we can't find him." The voice said.At first Troy's brows shot together in confusion, it took a moment before he remembered that he had sent his men to dress up as Police men so that they can kidnap Francis and torture him.“What do you mean you can't find him, you've been giving me updates since you followed him from work to his house, what went wrong?." Troy asked.The man on the phone could not see Troy but the sound of Troy's voice made him shiver in fear, the way it was deep and cold, he did not want to offend Mr Troy at all and he
Troy brows shot together in a frown, he did not need any body to tell him hat Vivienne's parents had a big hand in what had happened to their daughter.“What do you want, why are you calling me?." Troy asked her." We saw you carrying our lovely daughter, we saw the video on the news and we have been worried sick about Vivi, we want to see our precious daughter, please can you give us the hospital's address?." Mrs Nancy asked.Troy sighed, he was not surprised." So your daughter has been bullied through out the day, she's been pushed to death and she tried committing suicide, look at the time and she's not yet back from work you did not worry, yet you lie to me about being worried about her, you suddenly became worried when you saw me on he news with her. " Troy said but he knew Mrs Nancy very well and he was not surprised at when when she denied the allegations.“Vivienne has been bullied, oh my gosh, for how long has that been going on?." Mrs Nancy asked trying to make her voice so
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