“Yes there could be another way but I'm not seeing that way now, so it's either this or we lose.” “More like we already lost,” Sheila mumbled under her breath with clenched fists. She had nothing against her mother. She was happy her mother was doing the right thing and taking control of the situation, something her father and she could not do. She has caught the pure satisfaction that sparked in Keith's eyes several times now, he was enjoying himself, the moment where he was above them but Sheila was sure this moment would not last for too long, once all this was over she was going to get back at him and the stupid bitch leeching around him. But like they say, ‘Every day for the thief, one day for the owner’. Keith might as well enjoy this moment but once she and her family get what they wanted then she would show him just how bad she could get.Sheila released her father, grumbling protests and profanities under her breath as she took a step forward and went down on her knees just
“We are not asking for much, we just want a roof over_,”“Fine,” Keith interrupted before Mrs. Hockings could complete her plea for a roof over their head, turning his back to them. He exhaled, suddenly filled with exhaustion, he reached for Camila's hand and went on with what he had wanted to do before the interruption from the Hockings family. Camila moved easily into his awaiting arms and followed his lead as he approached the car.Camila sighed, glancing up at him, “Are you alright?” She questioned worriedly. Keith glanced down at her, his hold on her shoulder tightening. “Yes, I just need a few moments to gather back my thoughts.”Camila nodded quickly in understanding and raised her hand to wrap it around Keith's waist, “Of course, you've got all the time you need.”Keith chuckled but focused on getting Camila settled into the car before moving in beside her to sit in the passenger seat.Camila raised a brow at him, “You are not driving?”Keith nodded in response, “Not in the m
Mrs. Hockings sighed deeply, dropping her purse on the couch, and sucked in a deep breath as if to snuff the entire place out. “It sure is nice to be able to call this ours once again,” she said gratefully. Mr. Hockings glared at his wife, “Yes, with completely nothing and a ruined life,” he said as a matter of fact, “I do not seem to understand what you can be happy about with everything going on.”The smile on Mrs. Hockings was quickly wiped off and replaced with a frown, “I was expecting nothing more from you. I am starting to think you were very comfortable with the plan to live on the streets, weren't you? Unless why would you be so pigheaded to be grateful about having back a house to stay in.”Sheila sighed, exhaustion written all over her face, she stepped into her house along with two men and dumped her purse onto the table. “Could you both please, keep your voices down? My head is banging terribly and your voices are not doing anything to help.” Mr. Hockings growled, “If o
Sheila's important business was Frank, and she knew her father also knew that but made no attempt to stop her, not like anyone could stop her. Frank Kinney had chosen the wrong people to throw under the bus and she was going to do the honors of showing him just how big of a mess he has gotten himself involved with.For a brief second, she thought about going to take her gun and just blast his head off but that would be too easy for such betrayal. So, she would do what she did best, play with her prey until all resistance broke, and then he was squirming beneath her and pleading for mercy. The whiff of breeze that hit Sheila only made her more annoyed as the wind scattered her hair. Her eyes met with a man standing by the gate, carrying a small suitcase, he was her father's driver, she took in his suitcase and the direction he was heading. The bastard was going to ditch the family. She sucked in a deep breath and stomped to where he stood, intentionally ignoring the suitcase and keepi
“You good for nothing scum,” Sheila screamed and shoved Frank back again, before giving him yet another slap_ at least that was what she thought because Frank had his fingers around her wrist holding her down before her hand could reach his face. “Let go of me, you fool.”Frank scoffed, “Or else what? You will beat me_,”Frank did not have the chance to complete his statement as Sheila raised her knee and hit it where the sun didn't shine. Frank released her immediately, holding his crutch and groaning in pain.Sheila adored her handwork with pride then smirked, “Or else that,” she scrunched her face in disgust and then raised her hand to her mouth to wipe her mouth, “And don't you ever think of touching me ever again,” she warned, vigorously wiping her mouth as if to wipe a stain. Frank scoffed, glaring at her despite the obvious pain on his face, “That was not how you felt yesterday, my dear girlfriend,” he mocked, eyeing her as he took cautious steps away from her.Sheila's frown
Camila heaved a deep sigh as she dropped her purse on the couch, then yanked the painful heel off her feet and shoved it aside in one kick. She growled and slumped onto the nearest couch in sight which also happened to be the largest of all the couches in the house. She laid on her back and slapped her palm over her face.“Camila!”She heard Keith call from outside but she did not have enough strength to open her mouth and give a response, so she lay still waiting for when he would notice her.“Camila! Ba_,” Keith trailed off and she suspected he must have noticed her and her suspicion was confirmed when she heard his approaching footsteps.“Baby, are you okay?” Keith quizzed, kneeling beside Camila, with his gaze studying her covered face worriedly. “Do you feel sick? Tired?” Camila grumbled something under her breath that Keith didn't quite catch. “Huh? Please say it again, baby. I'm beginning to worry,” Keith inched closer to her, pondering on whether he should yank her hand off
Frank heaved a sigh, biting down on his tongue. His face was as pale as someone who had seen a ghost, and he looked nothing like the man he was. He appeared to have lost some weight and unlike the properly ironed suit he was usually always wearing, he was just dressed casually in a random black round neck top and plain blue jeans but the most contradicting accessory to his character was the face cap he has on his face, pulled so closely to his face as if to shield his face. His shoulders were held up high but unlike his previous pride stance, he was held up in a more awkward and uncomfortable looking way, with tension oozing from him. Frank's hand automatically moved to his left arm and then ran his fingers against the surface of his bandaged wrist, his mind traveling to how he had gotten it, the venom and anger he had seen in the eyes of his ex girlfriend, and an involuntary shudder went down his spine, he gulped down nothing. It has been two days since the unfortunate accident had
Frank twirled around to see a young man standing behind him, “Please come with me, Mr. Thompson has been waiting.” Frank stiffened once more, why on earth does he keep getting the feeling that everyone in this entire building had been expecting his coming? What gave him more chills was that Keith Thompson was sitting patiently on his desk waiting for him, like a lion awaiting its prey. He let out a nervous chuckle as he took in the man standing before him dressed in a dark blue suit, and suddenly Frank regretted that he had come to the company dressed like this, he had no excuse for not getting all kitted up for the meeting really, but he now had no employee or any other person working under him and so it was hard for him to get things done himself, with the fact that he had not lifted a finger to do anything much in a long time. And how does one begin the process of washing clothes? He thought to himself, a picture of the heap of dirty suits he had in his laundry room. He snap