On Lauren’s side, she had also flashbacked to that time when she had just met Quincy’s godmother for the first time.For some reason, she badly wanted to be accepted by his godmother. She seemed like a really friendly, and fun person to be with; she didn't want to get on her bad side and be disliked by her. Also, since she wanted Quincy to herself, she had to at least, be on the good side of his godmother.Lauren got to her feet, immediately acknowledged her, and was surprised to find her legs shaking. Not even her fingers were spared from the tremble. They tightened on her dress. She was such a beautiful, and graceful woman. When she had walked in, her demeanor had come as relaxing, reassuring, and beautiful. “Welcome, ma'am.” She greeted them with dry lips. “I'm Lauren.” She said, not knowing what else to say. “Are you from this city?” She asked, with inquisitive eyes. “Yes,” Quincy replied before Lauren could get a word out, and it made a little relief trickle down her chest.
Lauren could not bring a word out of her mouth, but she was very nervous, not knowing what Quincy’s mother wanted from her.“Did she perhaps have a hunch that there could have been a lie in what Quincy said, about me? What exactly did she want?” Lauren thought to herself, fidgeting from inside.“I'll send for you shortly.” Quincy’s mother replied, and Lauren gave a smile. “I'll be expecting you, ma'am.” She replied, and Quincy’s mother nodded.“Tonight is going to be great. I can already feel it. The event celebration is in the air.” Gloria sang as they went up the stairs.“How big is it?” Lauren asked, out of curiosity.“Very big. The palace will be filled up. There will be lots of people coming in. The important people will fill the building, and the less privileged will be entertained outside. They will have a buffet, music, entertainment, and a fair share of everything going on inside. It's just that only trusted people are allowed inside. Lady Rose makes it so.” Gloria replied,
“Sounds? What kind of sounds?” Quincy asked, and her eyes seemed to fix into blank space, trying to explain. “Scraping sounds. Sometimes it feels like it's underneath my floor. Like there's a room underneath, and someone is just running something long and sharp over the ceiling which is the floor of my room. Also, I realized some things are not always the way I left them. Today, a knife was missing from the cabinet, and I was so scared that I could not even cook in the kitchen. When I went back this evening, the knife was on the countertop, and I never placed it there. There's also the case of the lights. I turn all the lights in the house off before going to sleep, but when I wake in the middle of the night, some of the lights are on, or is that you?”Quincy looked around, “I don't roam around the house at night, and when I do, I rarely turn the lights on. I know my way around the house fairly well.”Her voice shook, “Then who…? Could there be someone in the house like I think? Don'
Silence greeted them. Quincy stared down into the abyss before them, squinting his eyes, prepared to see Elise emerge before them with a gun that wouldn't fail her that time. Slowly, he took a step, and the staircase creaked loudly beneath him. It would give anyone time to prepare a gun. Large beams of light ripped through the thick darkness as the men turned on the torches in their hands. Another step— an even louder creak. Quincy descended lower and lower, and a damp and earthy smell filled his nostrils. The walls were peeling, and the floor was unswept. Lots of stuff he had dumped in the basement were coated with dust, and tangled with webs that were as thick as the dust themselves. Tables, chairs, barrels, an old guitar that lay unused, and more cobwebs hanging down the ceiling. Bertha sneezed, and Quincy turned. “I'm allergic to dust.” She said, and sneezed again, her eyes watering. “I think you should leave then,” Quincy suggested, and taking one large sweep of the bas
The shock was too much for him, especially the fact that he was about to be chained alive. He tried to release himself from the ropes they had used to tie him up, but while doing that, he mistakenly hit his head on a metal, right behind him. As his head hit the metal, he passed out, and Bertha became angry.“How could he pass out just like that!” She raised her voice, finding it annoying.She had been waiting for this moment, and the fact that he had just paused the moment for her, was what got on her nerves. “Don’t worry, mother. When he wakes, we’ll finish off the job. There’s no way he can escape this.” Elise assured her, and Bertha calmed down, feeling much better.All she wanted to do was to avenge her son, then only could she believe that he rested in peace and that she had acted like a true mother.“Let’s go have something to eat, mother. I’m famished.” Elise uttered, and they both left.“Alright, daughter.”But as they wanted to step out, the police force dashed in and point
“Release her for what? She might be old, but she's still a criminal. One who tried to see you alive.” Scott said, looking bewildered. “As much as it disgusts me, I have something to finish up with her. I have to make it clear that I'm in no way responsible for her son's death. He died out of his guilt, irresponsibility, and lack of tolerance. She must be brought to me, so she can know what kind of man her son was.”“So there's more to this?”“More to this.” “The center she and her daughter were taken to is quite far. It might take some hours for them to reach here. I suggest you eat a little and use your pills.” Scott said, pulling back the drapes. “I should do that.” Quincy agreed. Scott left the room, and Quincy lay back in his sheets, taking a deep breath, thinking of the horror of the whole thing. Upon seeing the chainsaw, it felt like the world falling in upon him. The pain he would endure would be more than getting smashed by the car press. A chainsaw. Her son lost his legs
“She has been secured, back. Do you still feel she should be let loose? You witnessed how she acted crazy.”“I know. Take her to a rehabilitation center. Once she is back to being normal and has understood what I explained, then I would launch back at her.”“What do you mean?”“You don’t have to understand, right now. But trust me, I got things under control.” Quincy said, looking serious.Scott sighed, hoping Quincy wasn’t going to do anything, which would end up putting him in danger as he didn’t want anything to happen to him, anymore. He wished that the hospital situation would be the last incident to ever happen to him, in his life.Later in the night, he was discharged, and driven home.Quincy lay down on his bed, and sighed, staring at the ceiling. He wondered how things went different for him, starting from when Charles had abducted Eunice, just to get Kohler to his side. It still hurt him that Kohler had walked out of his life, but he had no power over what was meant to happe
“And what do you mean by ‘I should watch my back’?”“It means what it means.”“Elise is also in prison. Your partner is stuck just like you are.”“That's why I would never forgive you!” She hissed. “You hurt both my children. Killed one and sent one to prison.”“Your son killed himself, and your daughter doomed herself. I have nothing to do with you, and how you raised your children.”“My innocent Louis. Louis could not even harm a fly! What did you do to him to make him harm himself? He was so sweet, friendly, and careful with everyone he knew. But you… you came into the picture, and just… Of course, my son wouldn't apologize to the lady he slammed into the wall. She was fine, wasn't she? She wasn't dead. Louis might have been a stubborn boy, maybe that's why he didn't apologize because she only got what she deserved, but still… he… he— you drove him to harm himself. Why wouldn't I fight back? Why wouldn't I murder the person who drove him to kill himself? You don't know how it feels