With the speed I was in, it didn't take long before I reached the police station. I hopped out of my car and pushed away the officer who wanted to approach me. I passed the gates and entered the main building. "Where is she?!" I asked the first officer I saw in the police station. "Where is who?" he questioned me. "Mrs Wilson! Where is she?!" I answered. "Why are you looking for her sir?" the officer asked me, not minding how I barged in. I left the officer standing there and went in to look through the cells. "I know you are here Mrs Wilson Wilson! Show yourself right now!" I shouted. I searched all the cells but failed to find her. I came out and walked straight to the officer I had left and I grabbed him by the collar. "How come she is not in there?! So you people dared to release her?! Die she find extra money to bribe you with?!" I yelled at the officer. "Call down sir!" the officer exclaimed. "You dare tell me to calm down?!" I replied, ready to throw a punch at his fa
"Devon stop! Stop it!" Jason shouted and dragged me to himself. I began to punch Jason in the stomach but Jason held me tight in a hug. Tears escaped my eyes and soon I weakened. "I love her so much Jason. How can I live without her? What good is the money without her?" I whispered. I knew Jason was in pain from the punches I gave him but he did not bring it up, "you have to let her go Devon. You have to." Jason said to me, softly and I cried. "She is not dead. And I will find her." I said. I parted from Jason and looked at Mrs Wilson one last time. "Let's go," I said to them and turned away, heading out of the building. It was another one-hour drive before I reached what was now known to be my mansion instead of the Wilsons'. Mr Hamilton had already gone back home. I was about to walk into my home when Jason stopped me, "if you want I can stay back. Just to keep you company." Jason said to me. "Thank you. But I think I'll stay alone." I replied. Jason stood there until I closed
... *FLASHBACK* TAMIRA POV: Mrs Wilson jammed me off the road and as my car crashed, some part of it jammed into my stomach. I crept out of my car in great pain. I already regretted trying to escape on my own in the first place but maybe it's better than another day with that witch. I lay on my back on the floor and the last image I saw was Mrs Wilson's face staring down at me as she stood over me triumphantly. My eyes shut down and all around me was nothing but darkness. *After that moment*I opened my eyes and found myself in a strange place. "Where... Where am I?" I questioned as I sat up and placed my palm on my aching forehead. I looked around from where I was seating up and saw that I was in some sort of shelter that looked like huts from tribes in the old days. I tried to get off what I took to be the bed but my stomach pains struck and I screamed. A woman ran into the hut."Are you alright?!" she exclaimed. I shifted away from her as she stepped closer. "Who are you?" I a
"Okay. I'll go now." I said to mother. "Be careful," she replied as she waved at me. I went from enough and then hid among the trees before changing into city clothes. I found my eyes in the city and although I was amazed at what it looked like, I felt familiar with it. I breathed in some air and then coughed. What was that? I turned and saw a car. Smoke was coming out of the other end. I ran away from it and I almost got hit by another one which was passing by. I ran out of the way and after I did, I saw the car reverse and stop. A door opened and I ran into hiding. I watched from my hiding spot as a man came out of the car and began to yell. "Tamira," he said. I watched him give up and return to the car. The car drove away and I came out of where I was hiding. Was that man going to run me over on purpose? And how crazy can the people here get? Just came out and shouted then returned to his car. Strange. I strolled around the city, making sure not to forget the road I took to
Devon POV:*Night time* Father barged in, causing the door to hit against the wall."Luke!" Mother exclaims in shock and clutches her chest. Father goes through some of our things and his. "Where is the suitcase that I kept here?!" he shouts in fright."Luke what is going on?!" Mother asked Father."I can't explain right now. I beg of you. Just tell me where the suitcase is. Please!" Father shouts in mother's face, shaking her back and forth with his hands on her shoulders."Luke I don't know what you are talking about. Why are you so desperate? What happened?" Mother asked, worriedly.Father lets go of her. "No! No-no-no. We are doomed!" Father said, squeezing his hair, resulting in the skin of his forehead being stretched back.I hold on tight to my mother's hand. "Mommy. What is wrong with daddy?" I ask her."Don't worry son. Everything is going to be fine." Mother said to me.Father stops in his tracks. His eyes search in the room we called a house."We have to run..." Father sai
"The same dream again?" Uncle Francis asked me."Yes. It just won't leave me." I replied."Look." My uncle said, stepping toward me. He crouched and looked me directly in the eyes. I knew what he was going to say and he should have understood by now that I will not be dissuaded."The dreams are not leaving you because you abstain from letting go." my uncle stated."Whoever said I wanted them to go away, uncle? I want them to keep repeating. I want to be prompted every day about what my motive is. Uncle, I endured that night for a reason. And that reason is to avenge the death of my parents." I said to him."That is untrue Devon. Very untrue. Vengeance can never be someone's objective in life." Uncle Francis said, standing on his feet.He looked down at me as he stood and I also got up and faced him, "Congratulations uncle. You just met someone with that purpose." I replied and walked out on him."Devon." I heard him call out."Yes?" I answered without looking back."Be cautious," he t
"Mother!" Tamira exclaimed, wide-eyed.No one was in more shock than the woman who had just walked in."What the hell are you doing with... with... Oh my God," she said and started to fan herself with her hand.Tamira quickly helped me sit down and then rushed to the woman. I found the woman in question very family at first but after Tamira called her mother, I was sure of who she was.Tamira's mother was the same woman whom I saw her face under the bed when I was only a little child. She was the one who killed my parents back then.All of a sudden, I felt a building level of anger and hate rise in my chest. I was once again seeing the murderer of my parents after all these years."Mother, It's not what you think," Tamira said to her mother, picking up her purse."Then what is it?!" Mrs. Wilson scolded Tamira."I mistakenly hit him with my car on my way out of the gates. I had to make sure he was okay." Tamira explained. "Correction Tamira. You did not hit him with your car. The driv
"I'll be outside if you need me." my uncle said and left with everything in his hands."What's wrong with your uncle?" Tamira asked."I have no idea," I replied.Tamira shrugged. "I have to go now. I'll see you whenever." She said."Goodbye," I said and she left the house while I remained inside. My uncle came in seconds after Tamira left."Who was your friend there?" Uncle asked."By the way you behaved, I'd say you already knew who she was," I said.Uncle looked around nervously. " are you looking for?" I asked him."Me? Nothing. I just need a spot to place these things." Uncle said."There is space everywhere. Why search?" I asked.Uncle put the things aside and sat on a mat. "Never mind that Devon. I think I need some air. Please leave and let me rest a while." Uncle told me."Okay. If that's what you want." I said and exited the house.Uncle Francis was hiding something but what? I have to find out but I also have this Tamira issue to deal with. Just then I saw Jason approaching.