The Rich, The Poor, and The Ugly

Lysa was walking very fast. The road was dark and long with trees so tall, they could reach heaven. "The rich can be so stingy. Tell me why they don't have streetlights." She asked no one in particular. The trees danced softly to the wind's tune as she walked, taking out her frustration on the road. Her purse was clutched tightly to her chest. It contained her bus fees and her paycheck for the day. For the thousandth time, she wondered why her mother had decided to take this job, and for the thousandth time, the big paycheck in her bag gave her a reply. She was about crossing the road to the other side when she heard it. Someone was there. She couldn't exactly see who, but she could hear the sound of feet dragging on the road. "Who is there?" She shouted. With hands trembling, she rummaged inside her purse and took out her phone. She quickly turned on the torch and turned it in the direction where she was still hearing the noise. "What the h—" she whispered. Someone was lying in the middle of the road, a man, and someone else was standing over him with a knife. The knife had been descending on him. "Who are you?" Lysa croaked. The person holding the knife, turned, and ran into the trees by the side of the road. Lysa quickly ran up to the man lying on the road. On reaching him, she realized that he was the golden boy, the Williams' only son, Yamine Williams. She quickly dialed the number of the head of housekeeping. "Hello, help, Mr Yamine is -" Hardly did she know that the events of that night were going to change her life forever.