Twenty-one. 21."Ma'am I haven't seen Krystal anywhere," Chris whispered in my ears. "What do you mean? I saw her leave the house with you." I said and he stared in disbelief. "I haven't seen Krystal ma'am. I haven't even been to the house…." He was talking when one of his guys on black interrupted. "Sir, we've dear he'd everywhere, we can't find her." He said in a hush. "Krystal's nowhere to be found." Chris completed, affirming my thoughts and confirming my fears.Krystal would have gone to Lucas. That daft! I boiled in rage. "I know where Krystal is, Chris. Just let me handle it." I said calmly. "No. Anne, you'll handle nothing. You should have done better by making sure she didn't escape." He screamed at my face, hissed, and left.Anger filled my veins. My jaw hurts from the too much pressure I applied in clenching my teeth. Lucas! I'll make sure you pay dearly. I turned to leave but was stopped by Yolanda. "Hey Anne, where's Krystal? It's time for the prope

Twenty- Three. 23.Mom was already out of her skin by the time we got home. Lucas wanted me to stay back but after their heated argument, I had to leave with mom. I know Lucas was furious and so was mom. We both got to our rooms when we got home, silently not uttering a word to each other. I've expected her to nag and abuse and curse but rather she was unusually quiet, which feared me. Mom can be a crook but sometimes, I don't just understand her. Her silence can be worse than the growling of a hungry tiger. It looks like she's going to strike me soon with bad news. I have to act fastGoing into mom's room and finding out what was inside the drawer is going to be the only way out. It is going to be my weapon for defeat. But how I will penetrate through her doors will be the problem. Ever since she caught me sneaking out of her room, the security has become tighter. She doesn't trust me as much as I don't trust her, but I will find a way. The next day, I tiptoed towards mom

Twenty-five. 25.I got home with a heavy heart. I knew no rest. My conscience judged me as though I was the one who killed Dad. I felt bad and responsible for his death but then, I am also a victim. A victim of mom's madness and insatiable cravings for powers. I sat to think, if I felt so guilty that Dad died, how would Mom feel or Dalton? I mean they were the ones involved in his death and yet they are living a peaceful life without any guilt. Why did Dad's spirit not fight back like the way I see it in movies? He should have fought back. This is the height of wickedness itself, for a woman to kill her husband. What did Dad do to deserve such from Mom and Dalton? The question throbbed in my heart and I urged to know why. Why did Mom do it? I spur up out of the room, out to Mom's room. She has a lot of answering to do, only she holds the answer to my questions. I barged into her room without even knocking because I was full of rage. "Krystal, what the… " she jumped