Brian gave Mr. Biscuit a befitting burial. Beside its grave he built a monument which he specially dedicated to Mr. Biscuit. Grandma didn’t honor the burial and he knew she wasn’t going to pay her last respect to a charismatic pet that served her more than most of her laborers- the wrath of losing Mr. Biscuit still hung in her heart, and Brian would have to earn grandma’s forgiveness before the center between them could hold.
Other laborers who honored the last respect to Mr. Biscuit had dispersed to their duties, leaving only Sia and Brian standing at the grave; which had; MR BISCUIT 2020-20222, eligibly written across the monument with titillating pictures of the pet and flowers littered all over.“We are going to miss it so much,” Sia said mildly, standing beside Brain who was still all tears. She looked at his sober face and wondered if he was actually pained for the death of Mr. Biscuit or guilt of being responsible for the death; She had overheard grandma nagThree police cars screeched into the compound of Mr. and Mrs. Coleman and a band of armed police men led by inspector Ben dashed out from the cars and advanced to the door. His officer stood at alert, eyes darting here and there around the neighborhood, with their rifles handy and ready to take a shot if need be. Mr. and Mrs. Coleman were having breakfast at the time. At the resounding cry of the siren their breakfast was interrupted as they paused thoughtfully to know where the siren was blaring. In few seconds the door bell went in ding-dong. They stared at each other, as quietness hung over them. With their raised brow, they questioned the siren that kept blaring outside of their house. They had not expected police or emergency unit to come close to their neighborhood except something tragic had happened in their neighborhood. The doorbell rang again and their faces were much scowled now, convinced that it was coming from their flat. “That is coming from our door,” Mrs. Co
Sia was well seated at the police station opposite detective Ben and an illuminating lantern shone across their faces as she was interrogated. She had been lying about the call she put to the police and she just had to keep lying otherwise Brian would be implicated.Earlier she was highly infuriated to put an end to all about Brian; she was hell-bent on snitching on Brian with the police over his notorious cocaine peddling. Inwardly she had come to the end of the tunnel with Brian and the best way she chose to do away with Brian was snitching on him. She had picked up her phone, stared sternly at the 911 she just dialed, and when a voice picked it on the other end, she declined the call. She struggled within herself to keep her trembling hand to a firm hold. Her hand suddenly started shaking as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Her heart had increased its pressure and speed; it was not fear neither was it timidity; it was a greater force than obses
Brian and Sia drove quietly, barely stealing a glance at each other and keeping a stern look; no one wanted to say a word to the other. When Brian became bored he turned on the CD player in his Chevrolet and a soft sonorous voice of Blues dominated their midst, as they sped across the chilly tar road of California. Sia watched as Brian pulled over a boutique. Once he turned off the CD player, Sia inquired, “Where are you taking me to?” Brian rolled his eyes at her, “What does it look like?” he turned his gaze away from her, seeing that she wasn’t interested in eye contact. "I want to gift you a shopping spree,” He mumbled and caught her gaze when she finally looked at him, her eyes full of surprises. “I don’t expect that now. I thought you were driving me home,” she said softly. Brian forced a smile and breathed hard, “you had better wear your seat belt because I am about driving you crazy. I just want you to know I made enough money from my drugs. I can’t spend it a
Pulling her dress upward, he sucked on her navel. “Oh Brian, I love that,” she whispered, wriggled on the floor like an earthworm and started breathing hard when he pulled her skirt to her ankles and saw she had no lingerie; her wet well shaven vagina was already calling on him. “Oh Brian what are you waiting for? Do what you know best,” she moaned with her eyes shut, mouth opened and hands fondling her breasts. Brian looked at the camera he mounted at the wardrobe and it was well positioned to film them as they were about to have sex. He smiled, and unzipped his trousers. Another sex tape was about to be released.Flashback:“And all these happen for your sake. Grandma was hospitalized because I pulled a trick you wanted, what about Mr. Biscuit; he died because I sheltered you from the rain when your car broke down.”“You forgot the part of you drugging my drink just to sleep with me. What haven’t you done?”She raised her voice amid flaming stares. “I did not drug your drink. Yo
Paw! - A customer splashes Hot tea Over me! "Sir!?" I asked, embarrassed whilst drenched. "I asked that my shoe be polished for over two days now and you have done nothing! don't take my time for granted!" He yelled at me. "Sir! I have polished them ever since, if you will literally burn me cause of those ugly Looking Shoes, then tell my boss I quit!" I yelled in Pain as I slammed his shoes over his chest."How dare you do that to a customer?" My manager walked in with anger over his face. "Get out of my Shop before I skin you alive! You're Fired!" He ordered hurt as I carried my mopping stick and left the premises. I did this work to send my child to school and buy my wife the expensive things she wanted. Ding! - My Phone rings and it's one of my security friends at the house informing me what's up. My daughter is being fed to Pigs? My own Wife announced she's Pregnant!? Her being pregnant is a good news… But how is that possible when we haven't slept together. She wouldn't
Charles's - [P.O.V]I could see darkness in his Glares.“Wait till I return, even your grave won't exist! And your wife Benita, She will be mine, a Heiress like her can never marry a riffrat like you! I promise you, you will regret this! You don't know what is coming!” He said as he dashed out of the room, obviously running from more beating, I expected his men next too."Benita, tell me, Where is our daughter? Why are you in bed with Mr. Gilbert, I trusted you." I asked and she broke into bitter tears as she looked into my eyes.I could tell already I couldn't trust her."I can't say... Please forgive me." She said to me as I looked at her."Why can't you say?" I asked."Benita!" I called with a kiss to her forehead as she held me back for a real kiss but I ignored such filth."Where's my child?" I asked in-between the kiss and tears rolled off her eyes."She's probably dead." She said with her fingers shaking, was she being forced into doing all she's already doing?Or is Benita pla
Charles's - [P.O.V] It downed on me that I had being a big Goat! I've spent over $600,000 Dollars buying my wife anything she wants while working as a janitor and she never valued me, yet I forgot my mum and brother who were by my side all the while. "Alright, how about my salary savings? Today is a good time to make payments." I begged her as I was dragged away. I had saved a whopping $30,000,000 million dollars from working for the Moran's company in two years, but somehow Madam Moran convinced me to save up my contract earnings and salaries so I could use it to do something tangible and now her reaction proves I made a grave mistake. "Garbage like you doesn't deserve to breathe! now throw this rotten trash of a son Inlaw out of my house before the luisons ask me for his head.” She Orders. “I would not want to hurt my in-laws' feelings furthermore after all the wounds." She growled as she kicked Benita away from her sight glaring back at me. "Now Benita and the rest, you all
Charles's - [P.O.V]Pain Boiled through my Veins!“They will regret everything they have done to you guys, I promise.” I said to Drian and he chuckled at me.“Drian, we both know that isn't possible, they’ve destroyed our lives, I can't even get a job anymore, we are finished.” He said to me and I smiled at him.“We aren't Drian, I Charles will make them pay!” I swore to him.“Haha! Who do you think you are?” He asked me grabbing my and I held him.“I am the supposed Celestial….” I said and Drian Laughs by the side at me.“Celestial what?” He asked.“A Supposed Celestial General.” I said to him and my mother stood up to look at me.“Don't you ever say such a name here again, claiming to be someone of such high rank will cause a death sentence, it is punishable by law my son.” She warned.“What we need now, is to obtain the money you saved with their family before you left and we will leave them for Good.” My mother said as she looked at me.“Listen Charles, I don't care if you failed