The silence that enveloped them was deafening as the tension was rising quickly. Anne was staring defiantly at her husband, who was not ready to give her whatever thing she had asked him for —precisely, a reply.The silent treatment she got from him instead of a reply annoyed her to the core, her anger was ready to burst as it surged through her veins —why would he keep mute instead of a reply, this was the vexed question she asked herself?She was forced to ask him how he dared to ignore her question, but she holds herself. However, she was unable to hold it for long, at last, she speaks, breaking the long and tensed silence that suddenly envelop them.“Why aren't you saying anything, Ryan?” Anne hissed out in frustration. Her voice was slowly rising to its peak as it was laced with demand and as cold as an ice.“Why am I not saying anything?” Ryan forced himself not to let the sarcasm reflect in his tone as he repeated her question, slightly irritated by it. “Is that even supposed t
Anne hissed out loudly, pissed off that Ryan would not reply to her question. “Tell me, Ryan. The reason she suddenly showed up was for you to hand over the company back to her —because you failed her and did not follow in her plan accordingly? Is that her reason for the visit?”Ryan could tell how greatly disturbed she was at her own makeup stories and theory as she shook his shoulders so violently, it was visibly reflecting on her silence. Even though he did not know the reason she had suddenly flared up, he felt like there was more to it, and he needed to know whatever it was.“And what if that was the reason behind her visit? To make me hand back the company to her?” Ryan threw the question at her with a plain expression on his face, patiently anticipating the kind of reaction she would omit.Her face crumpled down into a deep frown as well as glaring daggers at Ryan. “She dare not come up with such an idea, Ryan.” She said with a snort, her voice as hard as steel —that Ryan could
Dwayne was not that blind. He saw it in her. Those innocent yet cold eyes were just a facade, behind those eyes, clouded in fuzzy, was her fears and trepidation. She had tried to wade the fear off —better still try to rule over them, but somehow, they kept coming back to her; hurting her down.If not that she was strong on her own, Dwayne, on the other hand, knows she would have broken down to her least —for long. Her little sister is strong, but not enough to fight off the trepidation that were slowly eating her up.“Most times, I wish I never met him because I keep having this feeling that he only used me to his advantage.” Her voice was at the verge of breaking, but she still managed to maintain her calm tone. “I was such a fool, right, Dwayne?”“Don't say that, little sister…" Dwayne cautioned her lightly, as he moved closer to her, holding her head unto his broad chest. “He did not use you, he may have tried, but look at you; you manage to slip off his grip when he least expected
The house was not big nor spacious, but it's wide enough to contain a large nuclear family, it was a bungalow. As she stared at the house, she realized nothing had changed, it's still the same old house she had grown to know.Except, of course, for the plants and trees —they have grown taller and the flowers that served as exterior decorations too. The faint smells from the flowers and with that of the plants rendered the air. Ciara sniffed it in slowly with a soft smile on her face, she had missed this familiar scent as it filled her nostrils.She pushed the wooden gate open, gaining full entrance into the small compound, feeding her eyes with the sight of the surrounding again —memories of when she was younger came flooding in.“Ah —look who is here, much earlier than predicted?” The familiar deep voice uttered in resonation, interrupting her calmed thoughts all of a sudden —without invitation.Ciara turned abruptly to the source of the voice, her gaze settled on him, immediately he
“Aunt Ciara…" The little boy smiled widely, his smile reaching his eyes as he rushed to go embrace her. Ciara, as if waiting for him to, caught him and lifted him up, reciprocating his smile. Still, the boy's smile was wider.Derrick is Uncle Kent's oldest and maybe only grandson and the closest to his grandfather —and since Uncle Kent is pretty close to Dwayne and Ciara, they get to meet more often, creating a bond more than ever.“Little Rick.” She renounced before dropping him down. In response to her, Derrick pouted his lips childishly, masking his face up in a displeased expression. Ciara noticed his new made - up look, and she squatted down to his height. “What is it, is something wrong?”Derrick nodded his head multiple times in reply before speaking. “Yes.” He mouthed slowly, drawling his words. “I don't love the sound of the name you keep calling me, aunt Ciara.”“Eh —why?” She requested simply with her brows raised in a questioning manner. “Why don't you love it? Isn't littl
It's almost a month since Ciara decided to reside with her oldest uncle, Kent. He seems to be accommodating, just like he used to since when she was younger, Ciara knew she made the right choice of residing with him in the first place; that she barely had time to get drowned in her thoughts.As she had expected, she was starting to let go of the thoughts of Ryan and was beginning to face and accept reality —the bright side of it. Well, with Derrick being clingy at most time, she had little or no space at all to think, her uncle was being of help too when he felt the need to.Her protruding stomach was noticeable and Ciara always felt her heart swell in joy and, most times, in fear. The joy of becoming a mother soon was enough to sweep her off her feet and the fear, too, never ceased to resurface at times like that.She was afraid with, so many thought running through her mind. It was her first time of experiencing motherhood, and she doubted if she will ever make it through —and if sh
"It was a huge mistake on our part, Brandon, to let her live till this day. I had told Ferdinand to wipe her off when he had the chance but he hesitated, you can see the result now?" She heard uncle Kent muttered, his voice laced with annoyance.‘—wipe her off’? Who's her? Ciara pondered as she realized the meaning behind the wiping off stuffs, fear settling on her heart as she felt it drop to the pit of her stomach. What in Pete's name are they discussing about?"I was glad when I heard she ran away from home and I've hope she never comes back..." Uncle Kent trailed off, probably waiting on the person who was on the line reply before speaking again. "She came back home with a pregnancy and the baby's father have no idea..."She know whatever topic their discussion may turn to be, it's about her and Dwayne —mostly herself. Her heartache in realization that uncle Kent had told the rest of her uncles what was supposed to be amongst the three of them only —herself, Dwayne and uncle Kent
Ciara laid Derrick slowly and quietly on his bed, tucked him in, and stared at him for a couple of minutes. She sighed. She's already used to spending time with the little lad and now, she knows, she has to leave. She has to leave to a faraway place where no one will be able to find her.Her uncles and maybe Ryan too. She felt tired of the whole escapade and wondered if she will ever stop running at all. She had to flee from Ryan just because she couldn't stand seeing him get back with his ex-girlfriend and now her uncles too?Reminiscing over the mobile conversation she overheard sent cold chills down her spine, likewise her rage burning through. Ciara was filled with trepidation, agitation, and rage too. She couldn't pinpoint her emotions, but she was sure the rage that was boiling through, definitely, surpassed every other emotions of hers.Ever since herself and Derrick were little, they had trusted uncle Kent much as they trusted their parents. Whenever their parents are away fo