Cyril’s burial was over and everyone returned to their homes. Roland took Kamla and Aaron in, he needed people to fill up his big empty house. Oliver was driving Charlie back home but he decided to make a stop at his house so he could get somethings for their son. On getting there, a very windy storm commenced and Charlie had no other choice but to wait it out at Oliver’s even though he could control the weather. She sat on the couch as she put a call through Micheal. “Hey” Charlie said nervously. “Hiya, is the funeral over? It’s getting late and a storms about you start” Micheal informed. “Yeah, that’s the thing. We met it on our way back and…” Charlie replied then Micheal cut her short. “We… who’s we? Roland?” Micheal asked. “No… Oliver” Charlie replied. “But Roland picked you up” Micheal mentioned. “Yeah but he had to take Kamla and Cyril’s boyfriend, Aaron back to his house. So Oliver offered to take me back. He made a stop at his place cause he wanted to get somethings fo
Micheal did as he told Charlie. He arrived at Oliver’s place 6 am sharp. He knocked on the door but no one answered. So he took out his phone and called Charlie. She wrapped around Oliver’s arms as the smuggled under the sheets together when she received Micheal’s call. She panicked. “Honey, are you on your way?” Charlie asked in a sleepy tone. “Who’s that?” Oliver asked. “Shut the fuck up, it’s Micheal” Charlie whispered after putting the phone on mute. Then she turned it off. “Actually, I’m at the door. Can you come open the door” Micheal urged. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute” Charlie said calmly then she hung up. “What did he say?” Oliver asked. “He’s at the fucking door, Oly” Charlie whispered anxiously. Then she quickly got up and began putting her clothes on and so did Oliver. Then he went downstairs to his room and left Charlie to open the door for her husband. Charlie got down stairs as quickly as she could. Before she opened the door for Micheal, she arranged her ha
Camille and Tyler sat in the car, both of them feeling a little awkward. The tension between them was palpable, and Camille knew that she had to do something to make things right."I'm sorry, Tyler," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I was being difficult earlier, and I shouldn't have treated you the way I did."Tyler looked at her, surprised by her sudden change in attitude. "It's okay, Camille," he said, his voice gentle. "I understand that you're going through a tough time right now."Camille looked at him, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you," she said, smiling weakly. "Can we go inside now? I'm starving."Tyler nodded, and they both got out of the car. As they walked towards the house, Camille couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She had left the food on the gas, and she wasn't sure if it was still cooking or not.As they entered the house, Camille's fears were confirmed. The food was still on the gas, and it was burning. Tyler rushed to the kitchen a
“You mother fucker!” Radley said with anger.“What do you want to achieve,how much do you want,I’ll pay you,is it money or treasure?name it I’ll give it to you..just tell me what you want,you sonofabitch!” Radley said.“Wealth,riches,money and treasuries are all ticked boxes,I want to make your life and your entire family’s life a misery.I derive pleasure in seeing you and your family suffer”jeff laughed hysterically.“I’ll get to the root of this,you’ll pay for all the pains and miseries you’ve caused my family,just watch and see,I’ll make sure you and your accomplices are brought to book” Radley retorted."You're putting your life in danger, Radley," he said, his voice cold. "If you don't back off, I'll make sure that you regret it."Radley felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that this man was capable of anything, and he knew that he was in serious danger. But he also knew that he couldn't let this same man who has caused unbearable pain to him and his family get away with what
Radley sat adjusted a bit and recollected the whole incident that had just transpired.Everything was becoming a mess and he had to act fast to avoid it completely getting out of hand.“Oh God,I need to inform Dwayne of the whole situation,everyone needs to be on guard”he said while picking up his phone from the table.He stared at his phone screen and he saw his picture there,he wore a long smile amd everything seems to make him get weary and tired this days,he hardly smiled and he’s looking older for his age.“Hey Radley ,you’ve always fought and conquered,you’ll pull through this and you’ll finally have a cause to smile again”he said.“Grnnggg….grnnng….grnnng”The phone kept buzzing.Dwayne didn’t pick up and Radley had to redial his contact again.“Grnggg…grnnggg…grnggg”the phone kept ringing.“I don’t know why’s he’s not picking up,I just hope he’s okay,”he said and kept staring at the phone to see if Dwayne had picked it up.Radley sat nervously on his couch, staring at his phone
Heated Argument! “Dad, this ain't funny no more! I'm twenty-one soon to be twenty-two years old, you can't keep controlling me like a freaking teenager,” yelled Jane, walking out of her dad's office. Jane's dad had invited her to his office to talk to her about the absurdity of her extravagance. She'd become so daring, the nerve to walk out on her dad. “Come back here young lady, you don't walk out on me whilst I'm still talking," Edmund Peterson Sputtered with authority, rising from his seat. Jane nervously walks back towards her dad. Edmund is very strict but loves his daughter dearly. He walks towards her and tries to talk some sense into her. “I have enemies everywhere, they can hurt you to get at me, now I'm not saying you can't have fun, but I need you to slow down a little," Edmund cautions her, holding her hand and looking straight into her eyes, to ensure his message sinks deep. Jane nods her head in guilt. ''I made a promise to your mom on her dying bed, to protect you, a
The Carnival “I must attend the carnival, I can't afford to miss it, what do I do? What do I do?” Jane ponders to herself. As she ponders, she receives a text from one of her friends, Vanessa, popularly known as hotty, asking if she's parked. “Not yet hotty, dad didn't give me the chance to ask for his permission, he was rushing to go to work," Jane replies but gets no reply from Van. A few minutes later, the bell rings, “Go get the door,” Anna sends one of the maids. It's Vanessa, she's come to talk some sense into Jane. Vanessa is a spoiled brat and a bad influence on Jane. “Your welcome mam,” the maid greets Vanessa, rather she looks at her from hair to toe and snobs. “Where is she?” Vanessa asks the maid, chewing her gum snobbishly. “Jane? She should be in her room,” the maid responds respectfully. Vanessa goes to see Jane. Jane's happy she came but looks worried because their plan doesn't seem to go as scheduled. “Hey, why are you putting on a long face?” Vanessa asks Jan
She isn't home! Edmund gets home at about 2 00 am, he habitually checks up on everyone when he comes back from work late. “Oh she's deep in sleep, let me not disturb her,” In a soliloquy, Edmund mumbles, looking at the pillows Jane had perfectly arranged to appear like she's covered her head. A few hours after arriving in the office the next day, Edmund receives a call from Anna complaining that Jane is nowhere to be found. “What are you talking about Anna? I saw her in her room last night sleeping soundly!” Edmund sputters. Edmund cannot believe Jane has made a fool of him again. “It appears she made a fool of us sir, she carefully arranged pillows, so it seems she's there,” Anna shutters. Edmund drops the call and goes for a moment of silence, pondering on where he went wrong raising Jane. He calls his friend, John Wright (Chief Of Police), to inform him about his daughter's disappearance. “Ed, you know it's not been up to 24 hours since she left the house, so we can't declare