I opened the door only to hit Tamira while entering. When Tamira saw that it was me, she grabbed my ear like a mother would hold her stubborn child's ear, "where have you been?" Tamira questioned me. I looked behind and there was no one. Thankfully that guard didn't follow up to see this scene play. "Outside," I answered. "Give me the precise location Devon. Where you went to see some girl?" she asked me. "No! Please I beg of you to let go. You are hurting me." I pleaded. This girl's hand was like iron. Tamira let go of my ear and I began to massage it with one of my hands, "oh I see. So you went after my brother, right? So you are gay too." Tamira said and I shot her a threatening glare. "I'm not into men. Please do not accuse me that way. What business do I have with your brother that I would follow him?" I said as if her words had offended me, and I walked away to the attic which was now my new room. I looked around in the attic and there was hardly any space for me to slee
"Did you send the houseboy out to get a charger for you?" Mrs. Wilson asked Tamira. Tamira was going to look at me but her mother wasn't making it easy for her. My heart was pounding as I eagerly waited for Tamira's answer, "yes" Tamera answered Mrs. Wilson. I opened my eyes which I had tightened shut and felt like a heavy weight was just lifted from me. "I sent him to buy me a charger. I'm buying it for one of my friends whose charger I cut so..." Tamira said to her mother. "Hold on." Mrs. Tamira said, moving away from the hand in which she held the charger so Tamira won't take it. "You sent him to buy the charger. I'm not arguing with that. But then, why did he have to take it from inside his room?" Mrs. Wilson questioned. "Uhh..." Tamira hung her mouth open, not sure of what to say. "Well?" Mrs. Wilson urged and crossed her arms in victory. "It was yesterday madam. I forgot to give it to miss Tamira here and it was later after she asked for it today that I remembered. And b
Devon POV: I stood at a distance and watched the husband and wife face off. I didn't exactly plan this but thank goodness that I no longer have to answer Mr. Wilson's question. "I am allowed to do what I want when I want and how I want. I am a grown-up and do not need permission from you just because you're like a decade older than me!" Mrs. Wilson yelled. "I don't know what is wrong with you. You've changed so much from the woman I used to know. Please you can't just treat people badly just because." Mr. Wilson said. Mrs. Wilson straightened up and walked to where I was standing. Mrs. Wilson gave me it. Wilson a sly smile and slapped me right after she changed that smile into a frown. "Are you crazy?!" Mr. Wilson exclaimed. "Why do you ask that? I am only showing you that I can do whatever I want to whatever low-class thing I hire. They belong to me and I will crush them if I must." Mrs. Wilson replied to her husband. "Give me the keys to his room." Mr. Wilson said to his wife
One of them opened the gates while I picked up Mr. Wilson from where I put him. Tamira's driver only got the car halfway in when the car suddenly stopped. Tamira rushed out of the car and came to meet me, "oh my God! Devon what happened to my father?! She asked me, touching all over his face. She looked at me, " And what happened with you?!" Tamira panicked. "Oh my God. No time to talk. Quickly! Put him in my car!" Tamira said and opened the door to the back seat of her car. She sat at the back with her dad. "Seat at the front Devon. We are going together." Tamira said to me. I sat in the front seat and Tamira turned to the driver, "take us to the hospital!" she ordered, tapping the driver's shoulder repeatedly. The driver backed the car into the road and zoomed off. "Oh, God. Please keep my father alive." Tamira said, her hands joined together and her eyes teary. "Your dad will be fine," I said to her, looking at her from the head mirror. I looked away when she looked back at m
"I'm sorry I had to break this news to you." the doctor said. "Can we see him right now?" I asked the doctor. "Of course. But be careful with him. His life is standing on a thin line right now." the doctor replied and walked off. "Why didn't he tell me anything. I'm his daughter and I should at least be aware if not anyone else." Tamira said to me. "He knew it would hurt you this way and that's why he kept it a secret," I told Tamira. "Let's just go inside and see him. Try and be strong." I added. Tamira moved away from me and whipped her tears away, "okay." she said. I opened the door and waited for Tamira to go in first. Tamira Walker into the room and I followed her after. Tamira sat on a chair already set beside Mr. Wilson's bed, "Tamira." Mr. Wilson called her name. He held his daughter's hand and took it closer to himself. "How are you doing?" he asked her. "I should be the one asking you that question," Tamira replied to Mr. Wilson. "I'm not the one who was crying." Mr
"Your shoe sir," I answered. Xavier slapped me on the side of the head with the heel part of the shoes and lowered his hand after. "I know they are shoe dingbat. I want to know what the hell it is that you did with my Italian shoes." Xavier said to me. "I polished it, sir," I said to Xavier. "Polished it? You ruined them. Do you know how much these cost? Even your life will not ever be able to reach quarter the amount these shoe cost." Xavier told me. "Ugh. Now I can't wear these anymore. Throw them away." Xavier said and when I reached out to collect the shoes from him, he tossed them to the floor."Pick them up and throw them in the trash," he said and walked off. Oh how much I felt like spitting on that bastard but no. I just picked up the shoes, even when it was a clear insult, and I went out the gate to trash them. The security guards didn't stop me from going out. I guess what happened to their colleague left a mark. No one wants to get fired. I was about to put the shoes
Tamira placed her hand on her father's which was on his knee. Mr. Wilson sighed and went on, paying no attention to his impatient wife. "Very soon I will no longer be with you all." Mr. Wilson said. "Pfft. So you wanted us to gather here and listen to you talk about one of your travels?" Xavier questioned Mr. Wilson. "I always told you that your father can be quite odd." Mrs. Wilson added. "It's not that kind of leaving that dad meant," Tamira said. "My time on earth will soon come to an end. The doctor himself said so." Mr. Wilson explained. Mrs. Wilson and Xavier exchanged looks and the way they did it looked very suspicious to me. I finished with the windows and cleaned up the bucket and rag then put them in the attic. I noticed a charger on the floor. Tamira must have put it here for me. I plugged in my dead phone and went ahead to eavesdrop on the family discussion.Mrs. Wilson was now airing next to her husband and held one of his hands in hers, "darling are you sure that
"I don't think the houseboy would have been capable of making it to his room, or should I say attic, on time," Xavier replied. "You are right. Maybe it was something else." I replied. Xavier took the sack and left my room. Devon POV: Hearing all the confessions of Mrs. Wilson and her son, Xavier, I felt even more disgusted. They kill, steal, and destroy. They are devils that must most certainly perish with their evil deeds. It was lucky for me that I knew how to switch on the phone after it charged a bit. I had a gut feeling that I should take it with me while I followed Mrs. Wilson in secret to her room. I had turned on the voice recorder and everything she and her son said was recorded into my phone. My only regret was that it didn't charge enough to stay on. My phone beeped as the first warning of a low battery and I heard Mrs. Wilson order her son to check for who was at the door. I quickly hid deep into a dark corner and from there, I watched as Xavier came out and walked