WILD PASSION

Episode 17

Kaven's POV

Sighing as I fall on my bed, starring at the ceiling is the only thing that appeals to me at the moment. My trip to New York at least restored some sort of peace in me. Any time I step foot there, I get this feeling that there's more to it. That there's more to discover apart from the fact that he's the reason for me being depressed, 4my mother's death and the reason why I can't be the best for my little sister who means a lot to me.

What's even there to find out? That heartless man chose riches over his family and now that I don't need him, he wants to fix bonds that never existed in the first place? When we needed him the most, he rejected us, went away to live in a pool of wealth alone. And my mom, she had to work her ass off just to make sure we were okay. He was slowly killing her. There were times when my mom would stare at his pictures and cry the whole night. It hurt every time to see her cry. And now that she's dead, he wants to call us his children? No way!

At least, I have Britney and Queen to call mine. Queen and I didn't really get along and I push her away most of the time but, she's family. And Britney, she's been the mother Queen never had. She could be authoritative sometimes and it really makes my adrenaline rush but thinking about it now, she always means well. For Queen. For us

Queen?

I reach out my phone and dial Britney's number reluctantly. Switched off? Count on her to turn her phone off every single time. I pull myself up lazily and grab my keys. Queen should probably be with the Walkers' and maybe Louella.

"How dare you hold me?"

Her piercing voice fills my ears all over again and I chuckle. Why does she feel she doesn't need anyone's help at all? Somehow, no matter how bossy she seems, she amuses me. There must be so much to see behind the Lioness' tough skin. I should probably be angry anytime I see her but it's something about her that seems to interest me and I can't quite get to it. Maybe, we could be friends one day.

Look at me thinking about befriending someone!

Pressing the bell for the second time, Elda opens the door and allows me in.

"Hey, you're here?" She gestures me to sit

"I actually thought Queen was here with you"

"Yes, but Louella took them out. They're spending the night at her place. She said you were out of town"

" I was. I just returned actually." I sigh.

" Have you tried reaching her?" She asks" You probably don't have her contact. Do you?"

" I don't"

"Oh Louella" She shakes her head in amusement" I'll just give it to you so you can reach her"

"I'll appreciate that"

...

"Hey Ella. It's Kaven."

"Kaven? Thank goodness!" She sighs in relief.Was she expecting a call from me? Why would she?

"How's Queen doing?"

"Q-Queen...She... she..."

"What happened Ella?" I'm driving by the time I know it.

"She, she had an asthma attack. We're at the hospital now"

Louella's POV

"I love chocolate ice cream so much! I could eat this always!" Queen beams and I chuckle.

"I'm glad you're happy" I smile

"Britney says that happiness is the most important thing. Is that true?"

"Yes Queen. It is." I sigh "You know, as long as you're happy with something, it's okay. It doesn't matter what the world thinks about it"

"Even if my friends hate it?" Steph asks

"Truth is, you'll never be able to please everyone no matter how hard you try. There'll always be someone who will have a problem with everything you do. So, the best thing is to just be yourself, be happy and do what you love to do. As long as it's not going to harm anyone, you don't need to be worried about what another person says about it. Okay?" They nod .

...

"I feel like...my stomach's churning" Queen groans

"Is it because of Sam?" Steph whispers "I heard those girls saying a boy can make your stomach churn in a good way" She gives me a questionable look and I gasp. How does she always seem to hear these things?

"Queen, I'm going to call the doctor now..."

My sentence is cut short when vomit fills the floor.

Oh no!

"Are you okay?" Steph asks in concern as I dial the number and she shakes her head no. Her breathing gets heavy and she starts coughing. I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed. I've never had to take care of a sick child before.

"Inhaler" She gasps. I grab her bag and find her inhaler.

"Please get the car" I tell Alex, my driver