“Everything alright?” She mouthed at him.Keith nodded, despite all his attention on what the policeman could possibly want to tell him, but it was easy to detect that from the urgency and fear in his voice there was something important he had to share with her, and that made him get on edge, it could not be possible that things could get any worse from this point. But then again what could be worse than a bounty poster of his girlfriend that is somewhere on the internet while some disgusting men are staring at it and plotting on how to give her the scare of her life, planning to come after her like the sick lunatics they were. The thought of it sent a shudder down his spine, he could picture vividly the way the man at the car incident had held up the gun and aimed it at the car. The man could have shot the car that day and Camila could have gotten into an accident, she could have died. The color drained from his face and his stance stiffened at the thought but before Camila could ope
Mr. Hockings was staring down at his phone with a frown spread across his face, his brows drawn together in concentration and confusion. His eyes darkened as his eyes scanned through the screen of his phone. Mrs. Hockings hurried down the staircase with a large smile, dressed in a long gold dress, her face adorned with makeup and her hair styled to match the outfit she had on, her feet were tucked in a small heel black heel and she was holding out two black bags.She halted her steps when her eyes collided with her husband's figure, sitting with his attention on his phone and it appeared that he had not even noticed her coming into the living room. Her once smiling face scrunched up into a frown as she took in her husband who was still not dressed for the occasion and was dressed instead in casual wear.“Why are you still seated here? This was the exact position I left you in,” she complained, eyeing her husband, “You should be getting ready, I would not want us to be late.”“Oh, shut
“If you are comfortable with the suffering then you might as well stay here and suffer alone, it was all your fault to begin with.” Mrs. Hockings snapped at her husband, her voice thick with emotions and her eyes darkened with anger as she regarded her husband.“My fault?” Mr. Hockings asked, sitting upright.“Yes, if you hadn't gotten Sheila to go for Keith then none of this would have happened,” Mrs. Hockings fired at him.There was a moment of silence as Mr. Hockings took in the sight of his fuming wife and then suddenly he threw his head back and began laughing wildly, “Now you point fingers? Isn't that very hypocritical of you, huh? When I was making the plan to dump Thompson's ass you were right there, were you not? I didn't do it behind your back and I didn't hold your mouth to keep you from objecting and I am a hundred percent sure that day when I asked if you were with me or not, you told me you were with me. Who knows, maybe if you had opposed my idea that day then we would
Mrs. Hockings’ jaw dropped as the car stopped before a house that looked like it was straight out of fairytale land. The house was magnificent _ it would be the third time her mouth had dropped down at the sights before her. The first time was when the white limousine had stopped in front of the house and the man, Kevin who announced himself as Abraham Connor's assigned driver had stepped out to tell them that he would be the one driving them to their destination for the day. She glanced at her husband and heaved a sigh of relief. She was more than relieved that her husband came with her, she was not sure how she would have to deal with the overwhelming feeling of being in such a sophisticated presence after so long of being a social outcast. That day at the court session, one of her friends had witnessed the whole session and even took a video and had gone to show it to all her other friends so when she had approached her friends in the hope of comfort after the entire event that we
Sheila eyed Abraham who was speaking with the chef who had prepared the dishes for tonight's dinner with her family and rolled her eyes. She was totally against her parents meeting Abraham but when Abraham had suggested it to her yesterday night, she did not know how to say no and all she could do was agree to the scary idea. She knew the type of parents she had and she also knew who Abraham Connor was_ the two of them together were screaming disaster and even if it was not going to be as disastrous as she pictured it she knew it would not end well. Sheila knew for starters that Abraham had no reason to want to meet her parents, not especially since they were not even dating for real. She had pondered over and over the reason for the invite and came to the conclusion that Abraham was just doing it to show her what was at stake if she tried anything funny, especially now that she knew the identity of his secret cult. She growled, running her hand over her face in distress. But the war
“I have already told you, Sheila, calm down. All I want to do is get to know the family of the woman I've been staying with for some months and the people that have been sharing my money,” Abraham stated, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the dining table although his gaze was trained on her. She tensed when he made the latter fill her with dread but she did not have time to dwell on it and she was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She smiled stiffly as her attention turned to the sound of people exchanging pleasantries at the other side of the closed door, her shoulders hunched up in a tensed form. For a moment she had been hoping that her father would have been able to convince her mother to ditch the dinner, which was the reason she specifically did not invite her father. Her plan had been simple, all she needed to do since she could not change Abraham's mind about the cursed dinner, was to get it done from her parents side. The plan was simple. So simple, all
“It's nothing, Mrs. Hockings. We haven't been waiting for long and if I was being sincere I would just say that you were right on time.”Sheila couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes at his comment. Abraham was being awfully nice and weird, and the worst part about it all was that she had no idea what could be going on with him or what sinister plan he was trying to achieve with bringing her parents over. She glanced in her father's direction and it seemed she was not the only one getting suspicious about his actions because her father's eyes were narrowed at Abraham and he was eyeing him with caution.“Come honey, sit,” Mr. Hockings said in a firm voice, that gave no room for argument. He held out the chair that was further away from Abraham out for his mother and helped her seat. Sheila watched her mother smile thankfully with her cheeks a brighter shade of red as she moved to sit on the chair. Sheila felt a hint of jealousy and giddiness. Jealousy, because it has been a very lon
“No specific reason really, I just thought that it was about time I got familiar with the parents of my girlfriend and aside from that I know Sheila has missed you both a great deal even though she is too busy to visit,” Abraham responded with a light shrug.But from the scowl on Sheila's father's face, one could tell that Abraham's response was unsatisfactory for him. “And so? She misses us but I still don't see how that is a reason solid enough for our being here, Connor,” her father said icily, leveling his gaze with Abraham.Abraham tilted to the left, his lips quivering upward a bit. “I do not believe there is anything wrong with me wanting your company, Mr. Hockings. Or is there a problem I am unaware of?”The moment her father opened his mouth, Sheila immediately butted in. Her father was already getting carried away with the unnecessary banter and the worse is that Abraham was intentionally playing his strings to get a reply from him.“What my father is just trying to say is t