Hope and revenge episode 29 – 30

HOPES AND REVENGE
EPISODE 29

**** ALEXA’S POV
I sigh contentedly as I coll@pse onto the small yet extremely comfortable couch, watching in silence as William locks the door.
Done, he turns to face me just as I li-ck myl-ips again.
I’ve been doing that since I finished consuming the til@pias.
Those poor fishes.
William chuckles.
“What’s funny?”
I ask, sitting up.
“Oh nothing. I was just feeling sad” he shrugs.
“Sad? Why?”
“Because by the time we’ll be out of here, you’d have eaten all the fishes in the lake”
he says and I g@sp in mock horror.
“That’s not true! I would never hurt those poor fishes”
I defend.
“Oh yeah? Tell that to the ones alre-ady being digested in your stomach as we speak”
I pout.
“it’s not my fault they were delicious”
He shakes his head,smiling.
“You’re just too much Alexandra
. Come on now. Up up, it’s past one am. Let’s get you to be-d”
he says like I’m some child.
“I’m not a child Will, don’t talk to me like that. I’m a woman!”
He rolls his eyes.
So Se-xy .
“Sure, sure
. Come”
I purse myl-ips as I follow him into the tiny yet cozy room.
Everything in the room was either dark or grey.
A typical boy’s room.
Alre-ady in my pyjamas, I jump into the comfort of the be-d, Williams manly scent hitting my nose instantly.
From the way his scent lingered in the room, I bet he comes here more often than his brothers “Sleep beside me William” I whisper, fearing he would reject. I’ve just grown so comfortable around him it scares me.
Somehow he makes me forget my worries.
He’s like an add!çtion.
“Sure”
he answers without hesitation and then with his back facing me, he begins to take off his shi-t,his back muscles stretching with every movement he made.
He bends and pu-lls down his trou-ser.
Leaving him in just his bo-xers.
He turns to face me as he folds his clothes and I g@sp.
I’ve seen him like this before but hell! The man is gorgeous.

I gulp as my eyes hungrily travel from his che-st to his abs and then lower, lower until I see the v-line disappearing into his bo-xers where……
“Enjoying the view?”
My head snaps up quic-kly only to find William sm-irking.
He knew I was staring.

“Umm..”

I bite myl-ip, feeling my cheeks heat up and I look down immediately.

The be-d di-ps beside me as he clim-bs into be-d.

I keep my head down when I feel him near.

“So cute. I like it when you blush”

he whispers and then places a soft k!ssto my cheeks, his breath fanning my cheeks.

I g@sp at the contact, shivers running down my spine.

“Look at me Alexa”

he says softly and I look up.

He places a loving k!ssto the scar above my eyes and I g@sp again.

“Come here”

he spre-ads out his arms and I hvg him, nuzzling my face into his che-st.

He strokes my hair.

“You have no idea what you do to me Alexa”

he whispers ma-king me recall what he had said earlier.He had said he liked me.

More like whispered it.
But I still heard it.
Happiness seeps throu-gh me at the thought.
I smile wi-der, hvgging him ti-ghter because I too just realised it.
That I like William Wilson.
A whole lot.

***************

“Y..yes I do”
Lydia replies, l!çk!ng her dryl-ips.
“Give me her location. Now!”
The police officer orders. Lydia sighs.
“One more thing?”
“What?”
He almost barks in irritation.
“The Alice you’re searching for does not exactly look the same like before.”
He frowns.
“Meaning?”
“What I mean is, she looks different now. She was involved in an accident where she lost one eye. The left eye to be precise and…”
Lydia pauses, l!çk!ng herl-ips again.
“She had a plastic surgery done so you may not recognize her”
The police officer frowns dee-per.
That explains a lot of things.
That explains why for a year, no one had seen her despite the fact that her picture was everywhere.
She hadn’t travelled out of the country either.
Smart woman.
No wonder she hadn’t been caught till d@t£.
Well, things were gonna change.
Walking away from the cell, he disappears and returns later with a man who had a pencil and a sketchbook in hand.
“Describe her”
he tells her and Lydia begins to describe Alice while the man began to sketch.
After he was done, he hands over the sketch to the officer and exits.
“I’ll get you some food and water”
the officer tells Lydia who nods eagerly.

***********

Alice smiled in satisfacton as she watched both her sons eat the food she had prepared herself after such a long time.

It gave her joy.
Yes it was past one am at midnight but she didn’t care, neither did her sons.
Being left alone in the mansion with a few guards and Mr Dante coming to check up on them from time to time, they had decided to sneak out to meet with their mother to spend some time.
And so after arriving in the late hours of the evening, they had decided to stay up all night talking and catching up.
“Are you enjoying the food?”
She asks her sons who nod their head vigorously, their mouths full of meat.
Alice smiles pouring them a gl@ss of water.
“Mom?”
Marcus asks, lifting his head from his plate of rice.
“Yes son?”
“You never told us how your eye got hurt and why your face looks entirely different”
Alice flin-ches at the question, darting her eyes here and there to avoid the question.. She was suddenly feeling h0t, suffocated.
There was no way in hell she was answering that question
“Ugh continue eating. I’ll be back”
she gets up and steps out of her small ap@rtment only to be met with three men in uniform walking towards her.
She g@sps, fear gripping her.
How.. How is this possible? How did they find her? No no no! She must be dreaming.
She had been hiding so perfectly so why now? How?! No way! There was no way she was gonna let them arrest her so easily.
She takes a step back, until her back hits the door.
Reaching behind her, she begins to search frantically for the doorknob to open it.

“Raise your arms up in surrender Alice Wallace else we’ll open fire!”
Someone orders and that’s when she realised there were three more patrol cars arriving, several police officers alighting Oh no… No no no! Damn it! No! How the fv¢k did she not hear the sirens? Or they turned it off?

***********
Back in the room, both boys were done eating and so they sat, waiting for their mother.
“Fraser, why do you always have to leave food crumbs on the floor after eating?”
Marcus chided.
Fraser just rolls his eyes.
“You have to sweep all this before mom returns. Go get the broom”
Fraser gro-an s
“Does it have to be now?”
He whines.
“Yes now. Go get the broom. Must be on the porch somewhere. Go now!”
Marcus nudges him off the chair.
. Fraser grumbles profanities as he walks towards the door and pushes it open.

***********

The door Alice had been trying so h@rd to open finally j£rked open and to her horror it was her son.
What to do! what to do! Bingo!. Immediately Fraser steps onto the porch she gr-abs her son and uses him as a shield.
“You take another step forward and I’ll snap his n£¢k!”
She threatens.
The men glance at each other.
Was she really going to use her son as a bait?
“Look ma’am..” One of the men steps forward and she ti-ght£ñs her grip on Fraser’s n£¢k.
“I said step back! Go back!”
“Mom? Wh..what are you doing? Mom… M..my n£¢k.. Hurts”
Fraser chokes. The police officer In the front gestures to his men to lower their weapons.
They do so.
Now take a step back!”
She yells and they comply.
“Back! Go back!”
They take more steps backwards as Alice begins to retreat away from the house. She was going to take Marcus throu-gh the back door of her ap@rtment and then escape.
As she continued to walk with Fraser as a shield, Alice bec@m£ distracted for a nano second and the police officers realised this.
A year ago,this was exactly how she escaped but not today.
Quietly they all pick up their weapons. It was useless talking s-en-se into a woman like Alice.
Shooting her leg or arm will slow her down, giving them time to nab her.
*********
Meanwhile, Alice hears the tiny cli-ck sound and all the hairs on her skin stood up,alert.
She turns just in time to see a gun aimed at her.
“St©p else we’ll open fire”
There was no way they were letting her escape again. Never! Never will they catch her.
She sees the police officers pu-ll the trigger.
Her eyes wi-den. She turns to Fraser.
“Run!”
She pu-lls Fraser to her.. Just before the trigger was re-leased.
And just as the bullet c@m£ flying towards her aimed for her arm, she pu-lls Fraser who was much shorter than his mother.. Fraser stumbled.
There was a loud ban-g.
There was a scream as the bullet hits Fraser ripping throu-gh his skull.
Blood splashes like a tap onto Alice’s face.
Fraser drops to the floor DEAD!

*********

Read – Fate of love episode 44 – 45

HOPES AND REVENGE
EPISODE 30
This episode is unedited

***** ALEXA’S POV.

I jo-lt out of be-d with a start, P@nting like I had just ran a marathon.

With trembling hands, I gr-ab the bottle of water on the coffee table near the be-d and gulp it all down.

Done, I throw the now empty bottle and wipe the sides of my mouth.

“Alexa? Why are you awake?”

I turn to find William sitting up groggily in be-d, his eyes half opened.
I sigh.

I must have woken him up too with the way I practically jo-lted out of be-d.

I t©uçh my face and realise I’m sweating. I wipe it with the back of my hand.

“Y..yes..no..umm I had a nightmare”

I reply and he pu-lls me to him.

I relax into his embr@ce,yet the usual effect William’s embr@ce has on me doesn’t work this time.

I still feel restless, the same reason I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night.

I have a bad feeling.

I can’t place my f!nger on it.

“I have a bad feeling Will
. Like something bad is going to happen”

I mumble and I feel him k!ssthe t©p of my head.

“Nothing will happen. I’ll be here to protect you either way. Relax yeah?”

He replies softly running my back.

Nodding, I shut my eyes and concentrate on his calm heartbeat against his che-st till I fall back asleep…

*****

WILLIAM’S POV.

6:00AM.

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel around my w@!st and water dripping from my b©dy, I glance at be-d and realise Alexa’s still asleep.

That’s good.

She ba-rely had any sleep last night.

Maybe I have more time to prepare some breakfast.

Walking over to my suitcase in the corner of the room, I open it and throw out clothes onto the floor till I find what I want to wear.

Finding it, I turn to make sure she’s still asleep

. Thankfully, she was.

With her back facing me.

Good, I don’t want her having a heart attack upon seeing me n-ked.

Without bothering to smear pomade on my b©dy, I drop my towel and proceed to dress.

Done, I move over to the living room where our phones were on charge.

pu-lling out the plug, I switch both phones on only to see so many voicemails and text messages from the same number on both phones.. It was Mr Dante.. That’s weird.

Dropping Alexa’s phone, I dial Mr Dante number with mine.

He answers it on the first ring.. I didn’t even get to open my mouth when I heard his voice.

“The fv¢k did you switch your phones off!”

He yells.

Oh, someone’s in a bad mood.

“Sorry but Alexa had a h@rd time slee-ping last night and besides I didn’t think you’d call me in the middle of the night”

I explain.

“Yh yh whatever. Come to the hospital right now. I’ll text you which hospital and the address”

“Okay but why?”

I question There was silence at the other end of the line.

“Alice, she was arrested. And…One of the twins. Fraser. He’s dead. Was sh0t”

Okay I think I heard that wrong.

“You kidding me right?”

I ask incredulously.

Silence.

That silence gave me my answer.

“But how? What do you mean Fraser was sh0t dead? Why? How…..”

I pause when I hear a sudden loud crash. I turn. Alexa was standing behind me, shock registered on her face.

Oh $h!t!

****

Mr Dante hangs up, pushes the phone into his pocket as he gulps down his tea hurriedly.

Meanwhile, Henry stood behind him, shocked and rooted to the sp©t, unable to move an inch.

His eyes wi-de open, mouth agape, jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Several times did his mouth open and move frantically, yet not a single word c@m£ out.
He was still trying to make s-en-se of everything Mr Dante had just told him.

Yet it made no s-en-se.

None of it made s-en-se.. Amongst all the information Dante had given him regarding Alice, his mind was on one thing.

Fraser.

His son? Fraser? Was sh0t? Dead? He shakes his head.

This was impossible.

It wasn’t possible.

There was no way any of his children could die before him.

No way! He shakes his head again.

He wasn’t going to believe it until he saw it with his very own eyes.

“I’m coming with you”

he finally managed to say.

Mr Dante turns.

“No. You’re still dead to the world remember?”

“Don’t give a flying fv¢k! I’m going!”

He screams.

“Fine. I’ll take you throu-gh the back door. If someone recognizes you,that’s your problem. Let’s go”

*****

WILLIAM’S POV.

I rub my moustache, staring at her dejectedly as she cries like I’ve never seen.

We arrived at the hospital ten minutes ago and Mr Dante wasn’t here.

We were asked to identify the b©dy and God knows it took every ounce of my strength to keep myself standing on both feet as the white sheet was pu-ll-ed away from the boy’s face.

I can still recall vividly how pale his face was.

Hisl-ips were dry,almost chapped.

His eyes were ti-ghtly shut and it looked like he was peacefully asleep.

For just a moment.

Until I set my eyes on the hvge hole in between his eyes.

I cringe at the memory.

It’s something I’d never want to see ever again.

Alexa’s silent sobs brings me out of my reverie.

She was seated on the floor,her hands gripping her dress ti-ghtly as she cried.

Kneeling before her, I gather her in my arms,rocking her softly as she cries into my che-st.

Honestly, I have no words to comfort her at the moment.

And so I just hold her. “William” she calls my name in a soft voice as she pu-lls away to look up at me.

Her face stained with tears.

“I… This wasn’t… It’s not fair…I.. We were never on good terms but..he…this….he didn’t deserve to…to… William I… He…”

My che-st ti-ght£ñs in am unexplainable way as I watch her struggle to form a s£ntence.

I cup her face gently, wiping away her tears with my thumb.

Leaning in, I place a lingering k!ssto her forehead.

“You’ve got to breath Alexandra. I can’t have you having another Attack. Breath slowly,for me”

She shakes her head,b!tt!g on her quiveringl-ips to hold back a sob.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen..”

“I know. I know”

“William he… I… It..”

I pu-ll her back to my che-st ru-bbing her back soothingly.

“Don’t talk. Just cry if you have to. I won’t st©p you”

I whisper softly, feeling her grip my shi-t ti-ghtly.

****

We stayed on the floor in the morgue, in each others arms for several minutes until we hear a male voice yelling.

The yelling getting much louder and louder as it seemed whoever the voice belonged to was ma-king his way here.

“I want to see my son! My son! You filthy people! How dare you declare my son dead when you haven’t even treated him. Where is he?!”

The angry voice booms, as the owner barges into the room, storming over the tables.

I grown slightly.

Why does his voice sound familiar? I look up from where I’m seated on the floor with Alexa and I realise there’s a big hat on his head,pushed down ma-king it impossible to see his face entirely.

He hasn’t even noticed us yet as he goes over every table, removing the cloth on each dead b©dy and then covering it back up.

Okay had he realised he can’t just go about removing cloths from every corpse? Just then a nurse and a mother man whom I recognize as Mr Dante walk in, stri-ding towards the man to st©p him.

Sir plea-se st©p it. Just tell us who you’re looking for. Every corpse has a number and we’ll search for it. St©p uncovering their faces”

the nurse tries to reason with him but he just pushes her.

“Shut up! My son isn’t dead got it?!”

He yells and continues his search.

“plea-se st©p this Sir”

it was Mr Dante who spoke.

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. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why is he calling the man Sir? How does he know him.

“I told you all. My son can never die! Not when I’m alive. He’s…”The man suddenly pauses as his eyes narrow on a certain table.

It was the same table on which Fraser lay.

He chokes on a tearless sob as he care-sses Fraser’s cold and pale face.

Okay wait. Fraser was his son?. And Fraser was Alexa’s brother.

And if that man called Fraser his son then… Then. Oh holy fv¢k! It can’t be,right? That’s fv¢king impossible.

He’s dead! Right? That man is not a ghost right? Suddenly, the big hat falls of his face and that’s when I see his face clearly.

fv¢k! My eyes wi-den and at the same time, I hear a sharp intake of breath.

I turn and realise Alexa’s staring at the man I’m also staring at.

Her eyes wi-de, shock registered all over her face.

The man still hadn’t noticed us.

Slowly, with her gaze fixed on the man, Alexa gets on her feet, stumbling immediately.

I grip her w@!st to steady her.

Alexa’sl-ips begin to move, desperate to say something while I struggle to put my thoughts together.

How come he’s here, alive and healthy? After one year.

As if s-en-sing our pres£nce, the man lifts his tear stained face. His eyes wi-dening immediately as they land on Alexa. Damn right it’s him! They stare at each other. “D…dad?”

tbc

A COWARD AND A DEADBEAT FATHER!