Wilson's Return.Maxwell woke up the next morning feeling a bit nostalgic.He looked outside and realized that it was the day had not completely dawn yet.He sat up on the couch, cleaning his dizzy eyes. The soft breathing of Amanda caught his attention and he stood up staring at her. She looked very beautiful in her sleep and although she had put up the restricted-area sign over herself to him, she was still very attractive. He smiled sheepishly when she turned on her side, trying to find a perfect balance. He thought of making breakfast for her on bed and he immediately bought the idea. In a jiffy, he was already brushing his teeth in her bathroom. He went to the kitchen immediately he was done and made breakfast for two. It was a breakfast of pancake and custard, which he loved to take while at his parents home. He packed it up in a tray and began to walked back to the room.He arrived at the room and found her still asleep. I the bid to wake her up, he slipped and almost
The beginning of hell. Wilson left his daughter's room in bewilderment wondering how Maxwell could influence her so easily. This was what he wanted all these while, a chance to manipulate the young man and his daughter to do whatever he asked. Wilson had always been obsessed with power and leadership. As a child he was often told that he had no leadership power which made him crave it so badly. He's elder brother was always commended for his ability to lead people and organize things perfectly but he was the exact opposite. He grew up to hate his family for not putting him out to the world has a leader. Maxwell finished washing Wilson's car at the garage and waked through the front of the building to get back inside. He noticed that the security in the Wilson's mansion had reduced, there were now fewer guard in the compound than there used to be. Ever since Wilson went on his short vacation, a lot of things had changed in the Wilson's mansion. First it was the retirement of M
Maxwell smiled broadly upon seeing Riya. She had come back too soon yet at the right time when he so badly needed a company. "Hey.. Riya" He said to her as she approached him. "You're back" He added.. "Yeah, I came to pick a work dress I had left in Amelia's room. "Really, you forgot it?" He asked "Yeah... I kinda forgot to take it when I was leaving" She said taking a sit next to him. "Ermm....About the other day in Amelia's room, I'm still sorry" Maxwell said staring into the garden "You apologized before, Maxi" she replied calmly "Did she just call him Maxi?" He said within himself and smiled. "Thanks for speaking to her like you promised" He said to her. "Welcome..." She replied curtly. "Are you okay...?" He asked upon noticing her sudden change of mood. "Yeah... I'm fine, just going through a lot right now" She replied in a worried tone. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked looking concerned but she swayed her head sideways meaning that she didn't want to talk. "How a
The Funeral.Days had past but the Wilson's home kept becoming more unbearable for Maxwell.The maltreatment he got from his supposed bride and father inlaw had increased and many times he would pray silently to be relieved of the pains.He did literally everything for them in the house and had no time for himself at all.Gradually, he was becoming a shadow of himself. He looked more depressed by the day and it was beginning to affect his looks. Amelia who he thought would become closer to him with time rather became farther away from me.They both pretended to be close and inlove before Wilson but once he was not seen around, the hatred she had for him resurfaces making him crawl back into his shell like a turtle to avoid her sting.She was always there to nag, order him around and make him do her laundry. He felt like a helpless prisoner whose hope of freedom was lost. The therapist funeral was going to be done and Wilson had told them to attend with him as a couple.For some re
The Water fountain.Amelia had been unconscious for hours and the doctor confirmed that she was in coma.She laid on the hospital bed but could not move or do anything.She was only confirmed to still be alive because she was breathing but aside that, she was totally unconscious. Maxwell and Riya sat beside her staring and darting their eyes around the room.It was a silent moment and Maxwell was beginning to think that everything was his fault."Maybe he was right" He said out loud, staring at Amelia's face on the bed.Riya blinked her eyes severally at his words, "What?" She asked looking up at him"Maybe Wilson was right...it's all my fault" He said casting his gaze to the ground."Max.. It was never your fault" She said to him firmly."But I was supposed to protect her... Wilson warned me" Maxwell saidHe was looking very terrible at the moment and the fear of what Wilson would do to him for allowing such thing happen to his daughter kept sending chill down bones.He tried to imag
The Kidnap.Riya slept off on the chair beside Amanda bed, she was feeling exhausted from the whole day event.She woke up an hour later and discovered that Maxwell was not in the room.She took a stroll outside thinking she'll find him somewhere around the hospital but after walking for a while, she realized that he was not at the hospital.She dailed his contact several times but it was unanswered and she became worried.She dailed Wilson's contact and he picked up almost immediately."Riya..."His thick voice sounded from the other end of the phone." Uncle is Maxwell home? " She asked" I thought you both were watching over Amelia.... Where as the idiot gone to? "Wilson asked in fury." I have not seen him since he left to answer a call" She said calmly."Maybe you should try calling him" She added before hanging up the callRiya was worried and she walked back into the room slowly hoping he'll just appear. "Where would he have gone?" She asked herself as she walked into the room.
I can't do it.Maxwell was severely beaten by the guys who looked like the were pissed off about something.He was left on the floor in a pool of his blood laying unconscious with his face to the ground.He woke up after a few minutes and began to crawl his way up slowly to the bed as his body felt like there were cuts on every part. He managed to climb up to the bed and layed with his blood stained body on it.One of the guys walked into the room but Maxwell didn't move.He had given up every fight in him and he didn't care anymore if they were going to kill him.The guy dragged him up from the bed supporting him with his shoulder as he led Maxwell into the bathroom.He pushed Maxwell into the bath tub making him whine in pains.The water in the bathtub was warm and he wondered how people could do bad things and still do good at the same time.This was proof that they intended keeping him in there for a long time and whoever it was must be someone who was trying to get on Wilson.He
Is she dead?Maxwell moved out of the room into the bathroom to wash his face.It's been two days since he had been in the custody of the unknown abductors.He was feeling very hungry but they never gave him anything to eat since he got there.Although was conversant with maintaining a hungry stomach because his mother had taught him how to fast from a very young age staying without food and water for two days was becoming unbearable.He walked back into the room wiping his wet face with his shirt and met one of the guy standing at the doorway. The guy looked at him and said in mockery "You look terrible" Maxwell looked at him from the corner of his eyes and sat mute on the bed. The guy hissed and dropped a pair of neat trouser and a shirt on the bed "Get yourself ready, you should be somewhere tonight"Maxwell stared at the clothes on the bed and his gaze reverted to the guy. He cleared his throat and looked into the guys eyes "Are you guys planning on letting me go?" He asked.