Jade was caught of guard by that name that she had mentioned, she wanted to believe that showcase hearing correctly that she had bugs in her ears. This was the woman that hardly replied to Kraig's text messages, doesn't take his calls but she just admitted that Juan had been making her laugh? Damn! Kraig would've made her laugh tok if she hadn't been such a bitch! Jade took in a deep breath. This had nothing to do with her. She wasn't Kraig neither was she Kraig's best friend and this again, had nothing to do with her. And also, she recalled that Wynn had been raped and guessed that it was maybe some response to the trauma that made her to start avoiding him. Though she didn't understand her reasons, she wanted to give it a try because this was someone who had gone through a lot and she couldn't even begin to imagine how she was feeling like. Despite her rage, jade calmed down, "so you and juan are close?" Wynn nodded, "its just good to be around someone who doesn't know about
Kraig looked at her confusedly. He recalled that she had tacitly suggested such a thing in the hospital then, but he couldn't even entertain the idea of such a thing happening. He thought that though Leah was a lot of bullshit, she surely wouldn't be that evil. He had thought wrong. Looking at the video on Jade's phone, he knew that she clearly was evil. His eyes darted to Jade, "so Leah hired some people to rape Wynn?" He asked again as if he hadn't just watched the video. Jade nodded; she was still very excited, the fear that Leah had ignited inside her was still apparent but was not as profound as before. "What were her reasons?" Jade frowned, "her reasons?" She asked unbelievably. She didn't expect that he would ask such a thing as if there were any reasons good enough to unleash such evil on anyone. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked, "what reason could there be? She shouldn't have done what she did and no matter what Wynn did to her, this was purely just evil!" Kraig
Kraig walked into the precinct, following the directions of a police officer, and found his way to the homicide department. He knew he garnered attention as he walked through the precinct—from the entrance to the reception and down to the homicide department. Eyes followed him, whether they belonged to cops or criminals. Everybody stared. On any other day, Kraig would have been sure that he couldn't walk into the homicide department without blushing furiously at the attention. But right now, he was angry, in a hurry, and desperately wanted to get Leah arrested. The superfluously large precinct added to the irritation he was feeling. He kept walking but was still yet to find the department he was looking for, and there were quite a number of people there, for some reason, wouldn't move out of the way. After many anger-inducing incidents, Kraig finally stopped in front of a door. He walked in and saw that there were about seven to ten tables; he had passed by a lot of doors, peering
Wynn walked out from the shadows; she was still in her pajamas, looking at her stepmother and stepsister with a confused gaze. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. She refused to believe that her sister, who had been taking care of her diligently since the incident happened, had actually been the one behind such tragedy. Wynn refused to believe that Leah could hate her that way. She refused to believe that Leah could have done such a thing. "What are you saying?" Her voice broke at the end; everybody could hear her pain. Everybody could see for themselves how hurt she was because tears started to flow from her eyes. The second Kraig saw her, he wanted to hold her, to touch her, but he also wanted to be respectful. He felt all kinds of anger prior to her coming, but now, that rage had exited him, and he was overcome by the desire for the woman. "Wynn," he called silently. Wynn didn't regard him, or probably she had no idea he was there; she was too focused on Leah and Cami
Kraig walked back home and couldn't get the incident out of his mind. He tried to shake off how he was feeling, tried to act like he wasn't affected, but no matter how hard he fought back the tears, he just couldn't win, and he was reduced to crying like a baby. He sat down on a step of the staircase and bawled his eyes out. He had been told not to blame himself for what happened to her, but how could he not? And how is it that even though he wasn't to be blamed, he was suffering this much. The woman he loved didn't want anything to do with him. She pushed him away, demanded that he let her be, requested for him to stay away from her family. She wanted nothing to do with him. How could he not blame himself for such a thing? He heard footsteps approaching his location, and soon he immediately wiped the tears off his face. "It's only me," Wesley said as he sat down beside Kraig. "There's no shame in crying. Society has made a man feel like crying is a show of weakness when, in fact
Though she had been the last person between the two of them to shut her eyes, she was the first to wake up. And the questions that plagued her before didn't come to an end. Though she was wide awake, she couldn't bring herself to move. Her left arm was stretched out almost reaching the other end of the queen-sized bed, and on her chest laid the blonde beauty that caused her heart to beat so fast and her mind to be flooded with questions.She understood the reason why Carolene was still fast asleep. Last night had been quite horrible for her. She fell asleep without even realizing so.Jade wanted to sit up, to get herself some coffee, to act her role as the girlfriend of the old man. But she knew that the slightest movement would wake Carolene up, and although she needed answers to her questions, she didn't want Carolene to be disturbed.So she just remained there. Looking at the ceiling, listening to Carolene's even breathing, and getting the sense of pure comfort from having her body
Kraig stood in front of his grandfather's room. He had kept himself busy just to avoid battling with the emotions Wynn's actions had provoked in him. He knew pushing everyone away wasn't the ideal thing to do, but he couldn't handle any drama from anyone when his own life was so chaotic.He turned the doorknob and entered the room. It wasn't that early in the morning; he was even set to leave for work. So, it wasn't a surprise when he saw Jade feeding him breakfast.The two of them turned their heads to see who had walked in without knocking. Jade was holding a spoonful of oats, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. She was clothed in a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra.Kraig smiled, "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be here."Jade smiled and went back to feeding the old man, "Why wouldn't I be here?" she asked.Kraig shrugged, walked further inside, and closed the door behind him. He went ahead to sit on the bed. Due to the small size of the bed, his body was dangerously close to Jade
Kraig walked to his room after listening to Jade's idea. He had been ready to get to work, but after Jade's idea, he had contrary thoughts. If he was going to invite her to the birthday party, then he needed everything to go perfectly well.He didn't know what Wesley planned for the occasion. Hell, he hadn't even seen the guy ever since their conversation. He wanted to reach out to get an understanding of the theme of the party, the guest list, and the food and drinks that were going to be served. He also needed to know about the decorations.He suddenly felt anxious, as if he had someone he needed to please. Actually, he needed everything to be perfect; he was going to be asking a lot of questions.He peeled his work clothes off his body, donned more casual apparel, and then headed for Wesley's room.He knocked twice.He heard the sound of a door opening; however, it wasn't the door in front of him. He looked over his shoulder and saw Carolene standing there holding her door.His bre