It was a quiet morning in the home of the Anakin's. Aside from the gibberish uttered by Williams as he played with his food, the only audible noise was the sound of their fork against their plates as they ate.Nathan was still feeling angry that his wife didn't take his words over Ronnie Anne's, Doris was still pondering on Nathan's story over Ronnie Anne and Ronnie Anne herself was still very furious but tried her best not to let it show.Doris and Nathan reached for the table salt at the same time but Nathan immediately pulled away the instant their hand made contact. "Did you need the salt?" She asked as she passed the salt to him."No nevermind." He shook his head negatively. "I'm done anyway." He picked up his plate and got on his feet, without hesitation, started towards the kitchen."We have to decorate the place before the guests arrive!" Doris said as she got up as well but remained in the same spot."I know, I just need some air… I'll only be five minutes.""But–" He picked
Amongst the busy crowd that passed by like a breeze, a particular face stood stagnant in its position and stared at them. With her head tilted to the side, Ronnie Anne stared at them with an untranslatable expression. Within the blink of an eye, she disappeared amidst the crowd."You think…. Come on!" Nathan pulled Camille by the wrist and began to dash down the road, pushing past the road occupants.As they arrived at his place, almost breathless, Nathan ran up the stairs to check on his wife and son.He pushed open the door to his matrimonial room and found Doris sat on the bed with an expression that portrayed worry.She raised her head to find Nathan at the doorstep, panting like he had just ran a marathon, "what's wrong?" She asked in shock. Before she could get on her feet, Nathan ran towards her then went on his knees right in front of her. "What happened Nathan!" She yelled out as fear and curiosity engulfed her.Without uttering any words, he pulled her to his chest and wrapp
The loud wailing of sirens filled the air as the town's police vehicles occupied the road, their lights flashing blue and red. A few officers stood by their car, a few by the entrance of the hospital building and a swarm of reporters with their cameras and microphones also waited outside the building, each from different companies and all of them wanted to be the first to report the sudden death of Mr Qasim Saheed, one of the most popular CEOs of Ettavile.Camille pushed through the crowd to get to the entrance of the hospital, she felt her heart beating loudly and fast as so many things went through her head as she almost suffocated amidst the crowd. The one thing that kept repeating in her head were the last words of the Doctor when he called, "your Father was murdered last night."The swarm of reporters all charge at her at the same time with their microphones towards her face, all yelling their questions at the same time."Miss Saheed! Is it true that your Father was murdered?" A
…the bombing at the south coast. And now, to report the tragic death of our well known Mr Qasim Saheed, the CEO and founder of the Saheed empire. I believe I am correct when I say we all have heard of the story of how he struggled and strived towards the wonderful empire which now has branches all over the world. At age twenty six, Mr Qasim had accomplished his goal of becoming a CEO but now his reign was cut short at just the age of fifty eight, as he was tragically murdered at the hospital where he was rumored to being treated after being poisoned at his youngest, Camille Saheed's welcome back party. Autopsy revealed he was stabbed continuously till his very last breath and…"Can you please shut it down!" Camille yelled out from the kitchen at her maid who was seriously into the news that the skinny blonde reporter had to cast."I'm so sorry ma'am." She instantly switched off the television and continued with her cleaning in the living room.It had been two weeks since the tragic de
"Nathan and I have to date each other."The air in the room suddenly became toxic and Doris began to cough plus, she was choking on her cola soda."Are you okay?" Nathan asked as he rushed to her.She inhaled sharply like she actually had been suffocated by Camille's words. "Yeah I'm good… what!" She yelled out."Shushhh!" Camille exclaimed with a finger on her lips. "We can't let your fake sister Ronnie Anne know that we are having a private important discussion here!" She whispered a little on the top of her voice."Why would we date? No, why should we date?" Nathan asked as he sat next to Doris."We need her to go after a girl she feels is a threat to her." Camille explained still in a whisper like tone. "And we all know that for some reason, maybe because she is your wife, Doris isn't a threat to her.""I know, stop saying it!" Doris exclaimed but in a soft hushed tone."But… that would make you bait." Nathan said immediately he added the maths."Yeah but—""--i'm not doing it." N
Up in Nathan's room, Camille sat on his bed with the recorder in her hand while Nathan relaxed on the wall of the room. "Do you think this will be good enough to convince Doris about her so-called best friend?" She asked as she slightly waved the recorder in the air."It should, and what about the cops?" He asked as he folded his arms across his chest."It is a lead but it won't be enough, she didn't admit to doing anything incriminating or even that she is your stalker, only that she loves you which the police won't see as a threat." She returned it back into her pocket."I see your point.""Nathan!" A voice yelled out from outside the room."That's not Doris." Nathan said."Come here!" Camille instructed and Nathan climbed the bed and sat beside her. She placed her leg on his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck. "What are you waiting for? Hold my waist!" She whispered authoritatively. Even though he felt uncomfortable with his best friend all over him, he gently placed his ha
"There's a lot of things you don't know about your father Camille." Camille's mother said to her in a cold tone, looking a bit sad and guilty.Camille had broken the promise she made to herself never to talk with the woman behind her misery, well most of it. She got dressed in a warm feathered jacket and blue jeans, a head warmer and a pair of snow boots even though it wasn't snowing yet, but it was very cold."Are you going to see your mother?" Nathan asked as he walked towards her with two cups of warm yet, smoking coffee. "Yeah." She smiled."For you." He handed her a cup."Thank you." She sipped from it and sighed as she felt the heat flow through her lungs."What changed your mind?""She wrote me a note." Nathan shot her with a 'really' look with an arched brow. She raised her cup to her mouth and took another sip from her coffee. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?""A note she wrote to you suddenly changed your mind? And tell me why did you read the note?""Ugh fine! Y
Camille strode into the living room and just as she had expected, officer Micheal Reid was seated on the chair with a cup of warm coffee in his hand, constantly checking his watch and phone for the time.She walked into the room and he turned around, the instant he heard the sound of a shoe against the floor."Camille!" He said. He got on his feet and stared at her without uttering any more words and she just smiled awkwardly."So uh… what's up with you?""I'm uh… okay I guess, yeah I am okay.""Great.""Can the both of you please have your seat and discuss like the matured adults that you are?" Nathan said as he walked into the living room with a tray of snacks for the duo."Oh you really didn't have to stress yourself baking these!" Officer Reid said with a look of gratitude."You think I baked that? My wife did, to help you guys get along. What brings people together like baked chocolate- y goodies?""Uhm… I don't know, maybe a nice romantic stroll or having dinner at a fine restau
He glanced at his watch and frowned. He was late. He picked up the pace, almost running in an attempt to beat time. He had promised his lady that he would be on time and now he was running late.He finally got to the main road and took his place at the bus stop. After waiting for almost two minutes– two extra wasted minutes of his time– a taxi arrived and after a brief negotiation, they were on their way.His phone rang out from his coat pocket and he already knew who would be calling. "I know, I know, this isn't what I planned either. I'm sorry.""You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" She complained over the phone."I am really, truly sorry honey. I'll be there in three minutes… five minutes top.""Get here in two minutes!""I'm in a taxi, I'll be there soon." After he hung up, he noticed the cab driver staring at him through the mirror. "Wife's troubles huh?""Yeah.""I can relate. My Mrs is always stressing me out. But there's nothing we can do about it.""Yeah." He repl
"Yes?""I am detective Sam Rogers, and with me is my partner.""James West." They introduced themselves and showed him their badges."How may I help you fine officers?""Mr Thomas Castiel, you are under arrest for the crime of murder on Mr Anakin's late parents.""Are you serious? You are arresting me?""Yes sir. Please sir, I would advise you to come with us quietly to avoid any embarrassment.""Officers, what is going on here?" Evelyn questioned as she walked in.""Nothing ma'am, we would just like to invite your husband for questioning at the station.""Station? Please, what is going on here?""Calm down ma'am, you'll know his offense when he gets to the station.""Do you have any idea what of you're doing? You had the audacity, you had the guts to come into my house….and arrest me?""I'm afraid so. I would also advise you to limit your words sir, because anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.""Court of law, what the hell are you talking about?""Ju
Frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept her warm. Isla watched the ice-crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty, content to exist and be. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching her breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. The kind that only stops at the doors of the well-made houses. The cold weather that seeped through any thin cloth to drain the soul, instead feeds the soul of those well wrapped in warm layers of well insulated fabrics.It was the same type of coldness that reached into one's bones, as if their heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do would be to keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. There was a lot on her mind that night. And she even tried her best to get Nathan off her mind. She wouldn't just stop thinki
Evelyn met with Regina that day. Not for anything else besides their main discussion. She had purposely visited Regina and had the meeting scheduled at her house. She loved being a wedding guest. It's as if rockets have been lit beneath the soul. There is such love right out in the open. Everyone feels free to let their happy flags fly. Cynics are silent at last. Birdsong becomes the music of the quiet reflections. Souls are united. To have an invitation to such an event is a blessing indeed.She saw the woman from afar, shivering in fear. Fear of what though? Well perhaps it was because the head of the Queens was right at her house! She gave a satisfying grin at the moment and continued with her discussion. "Well, so you see why it is important for us to meet up?" She said, a satisfying smile working its way over to her cheeks. Her face had been plastered with bright heavy makeup. Again. Just on purpose. She ignored Regina's shivering and continued. "So we can discuss the wedding
Nathan is alone, thinking about his life when Doris enters. She tries to confront him, but he just wasn't buying. He was terrified of a whole lot of things. The emotion of our reunion sealed as a perfect photograph in my soul.He had felt so very angry. He'd felt so deeply bloody angry with the universe, with God. Yet that is so unfair. Everything he had struggled for is exactly what he asked to do. He had en route to achieve what he set out to achieve. The pain that was to come with it, the brutal brutal suffering of his soul was necessary. There was no other way to learn what he had learned. The anger is because he want to be with her. He want to be with you so much but he had to keep his own counsel, his own direction with only the influence of the divine ether that came to the artist. Artists would get that. They've felt what he felt. But there must come a time, a day, a moment when he would get to say he'd done what he set out to do. He really hoped so. Because that was when we g
Nathan opened the door for Tori to go in and she smiled at his portrayal of a gentleman."Thank you." "You're welcome."She walked in with a small bag in her hand."Here let me help you.""Oh no it's fine, I got it." She replied smiling."I don't like the idea of inconveniencing you in this way."Tori had insisted on following Nathan home after he dropped her at her place. She claims she couldn't leave him alone and let depression take over him."Mr Anakin, I'd like you to know that I have no secret agenda behind this, I just want to make sure you're okay by all times." Tori explained."Why are you saying that? I know you have no hidden agenda Tori.""Then let me be with you in such a crucial time sir… as a confidant." She said with so much sincerity in her tone.Nathan sighed, "as you wish."Now they were together in the apartment, Tori had insisted on preparing dinner but he plainly refused, he still had his mind on Doris and he wondered what kind of things the abductors would be
The door of the station pushed open and barging into the room was Evelyn with the other important women of Ettavile as her minions.Her heels made loud noises as she strolled confidently into the D.P.O's office."Ma'am you can't go in there." A police officer stopped her."My daughter has been kidnapped and I know who did it so move!" She yelled at him, pushing him away from the entrance.Inside the office was Nathan and Tori who had rushed back to the station after their conversation with Evelyn."I know who the culprit is! Which station is it?" Evelyn yelled at Nathan."Uhm, I can't seem to remember the name… the huh.. the one located just at the end of delmer street.""Be there by the time I get there.""Wait what?"Evelyn hung up the phone then faced her group members."We're going to the police station ladies.""What for?" One of the women asked."To report a little rat."Nathan jumped on his feet and picked up his jacket."What's going on?" Tori asked."We have to go back to the
They had no other option than to meet Doris and her husband. The gang stole Drew from us a piece at a time. Every week they pushed him slightly further until not only did he have no morals, he thought that way of thinking was a desirable freedom. His family, we who truly loved him, became his enemy. He looked at us like we were vile to him. Then one day I found him shaking in his bedroom, crying like the sun had been stolen from the sky, his hands slick with another's blood. That's the last time I ever saw the real Drew, in that moment of remorse. After that he sunk so low into his new m.o. that no-one got close unless they were bringing news of the next gang order.Nobody joins a gang without being a lost soul first. No-one goes to a monster for guidance unless it's their only option. Yet I can't underestimate this gang boy, however young he is. Until the head of any serpent is removed, you ignore the body at your peril. Given his youth he is perhaps more reachable than an older boy
Owen has nothing, he talks to his wife. He called his mother, they agree to beg Nathan and Doris. Incels, if women were robots then you could push their buttons and make them dispense sex in the way a coffee machine gives coffee. They aren't robots, or fem-iods, or foids, but people. Your hatred of women shows up in who you are, thus at an instinctive level, below the conscious brain, women will fear you. This fear is there to protect them from having sex with a man who does not love them. Women are people. Their "sex" is a form of bonding with the one they are in love with, male or female. People also tend to love a person who loves themselves, who is at ease with who they are. So maybe work on yourself? Build empathy instead of entitlement and hate? Personally, I only have sex with a guy when I love him. Not a robot.The "Incel" according to the Oxford Dick-tionary of "we know everything about you assholes who hide behind fake names and avatars," is short for "Incompetent Celibates