"I have a step sister"
The kid from the couch suddenly turned to her and said. Oh! Just what Yvonne's been waiting for.
"Clarissa!" The woman snapped, signalling the girl to keep shut and obediently, she turned back to the television.
O...kay. Yvonne found that a little crappy.
"Don't pay attention to her. She's just a kid" The Woman said.
"Ah! Of course, I know. Children and their clumsiness". Yvonne laughed dryly and silence ensued.
This kid could probably be of help, couldn't she?
"Um..I think it's high time I left" Yvonne suddenly said.
"Thanks a lot for the hospitality,ma'am. But... could I get one last glass of water, please?"
"Of course" the woman smiled and stood up.
She collected the empty glass from her and returned to the kitchen and immediately, Yvonne turned to the little girl.
"Hey, hey. What happened to your step sister?" She asked in a whisper and Clarissa turned to look at her. She didnt say a word.
"Come on. Talk to me. I'll give you some toys and chocolates when next I see you" she winked and Clarissa's eyes dimmed.
"She ran away" she replied lightly. Yvonne wasn't too surprised.
"Ran away? Why?" She asked, still whispering.
"Because she's scared of that wicked man. He's going to kill her if he finds her. He said he'd kill her and make her suffer" she answered.
Huh?
"Which man?" Yyvone asked, wishing the kid would actually knows his name.
"I don't...know. But he's a..."
Agatha's footsteps were heard and smartly, Clarissa turned back to the television.
Yvonne also leaned back on her seat although she was highly disturbed.
"Here it is" Agatha smiled as she handed the cold glass to Yvonne.
"Ah! Thanks a lot. You're too kind" she replied and gulped half of the water, then stood up with her bag.
"Thanks a lot ma'am. I'll be on my way now" She said.
"Of course, dear. Bye".
And Yvonne turned around and left.
Octavia was running from someone that
wanted to kill her she thought.
Who could it be? And why would he want to kill her? What was her offense? Okay...
Now she was more anxious than she thought she could ever be.
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As soon as Octavia left Khalid's room, she headed straight to hers and fell asleep. She was so exhausted.
She slept for hours and was awoken from her stomach.
Ah! She hadn't eaten since the break of dawn. She's actually been starving herself. She left the bed, feeling really weak. She felt like taking a shower so she could wash of the thick substance she felt in- between her legs. But she was too weak and really needed to eat. She left the room and started wondering
around. How would she get to the kitchen? She didn't know her way around.
She saw two ladies and stopped them.
"Please...how do I get to the kitchen?"
She asked, taking a lot to be able to speak to them. She hated talking to strangers.
"Oh! Blue eyes, it's right on my head" the first lady replied and laughed, together with her partner. Octavia stared at them disbelievingly.
"Do you really have to be a b*tch?" She muttered and turned around to leave.
"Did you just say something?" The lady held her back by the wrist and she turned to look at her.
Octavia didn't want to waste more of her precious words to her. So, she just made her wrist burn.
"Ah!!" The lady winced and quickly left her.
She looked at her wrist painfully and it was sore.
"How dare you?" She asked angrily, but Octavia gave no reply. She turned around and left.
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Yvonne walked back to the spot where Mica was waiting for her and as soon Mica spotted her, she left where she was seated and ran to her.
"How was it?" She asked anxiously, her eyes reflecting her desperation.
Yvonne placed her hand on her waist and sighed.
"I'm not sure | got exactly what you wanted, Mica. Your step mother was too secretive and wouldn't utter a word about it" she replied.
"Damn it! Don't tell me we came all the way here for nothing, Yvonne!" She said angrily.
"Stay calm, will you?" Yvonne scoffed.
"Anyway, like I said, your mother wouldn't utter a word about it. But your step sister said something that was quite interesting. When I had asked if they had a step daughter, the little girl suddenly said she had a step sister.
Your step mother countered her immediately and it was more like she didn't want her to talk. So, I looked for a way to distract her, send her out of the room, and when she left, I took the little time I had to question the little girl.
I asked what she knew about her step sister and she said she had ran away from home. I asked why, and she said she was running away from someone - Man. She mentioned something like... the man said he was going to kill her.
So, she's scared. I'm sorry, Mica. But that's all I got".
Mica listened in silence. What on earth could this mean?
Octavia was running from someone?Someone who wanted to kill her?
But if she was running away from someone, then why come to the X-family where she could easily get exposed?
"Mica?" Yvonne called when she was silent for too long. She sighed and looked up at her.
"Let's go" she mumbled.
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Becca walked into the room but couldn't find Khalid in. She heard running water from the bathroom and figured he was taking his bath.
"Khalid?" She called anyway, but there was no reply.
She walked towards the bed and was about taking a seat when she spotted something on the floor - a drop of semen.
Huh?
She stood straight and walked towards it immediately, having a clear look at it.
It was indeed a semen - it was a tiny drop but she could tell it was it.
Huh?
She stood straight and walked towards it immediately, having a clear Iook at it.
It was indeed a semen it was a tiny drop but she could tell it was it.
But..Khalid doesn't allow anyone have s*x in his room, even if it's meant to be a punishment or something else. He's the only one who makes use of his room and nobody else. He wouldn't had possibly had s*x with
anyone, did he?
So.. seeing the semen there, she wondered...
He wouldn't had possibly had s*x with anyone, did he?
She was still there contemplating when the door of the bathroom opened and he stepped out, dripping wet with just a towel around his waist.
His tattoo chest was exposed, almost driving Becca insane.
"Khalid.."
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To be continued!