Stay With Me King

WHITNEY'S POV I cleaned out particles of dust from the table where I was reading. That was the only reasonable item in the almost miserable apartment we called home, but it was my most treasured location. Why? Reading happened to be my favorite thing. I was going to make a decision that would change my entire life, so I wanted to spend some more time there, reading for the last time. I slowly turned the pages of the book I was reading and time seemed to move quickly because I was able to cover up so much in just a short while. "Whitneyyy!!!" I jerked up in fear at the way dad screamed my name and quickly threw the book under the table. He dared not see that book with me. "Sir, you came back so early..." "Yes, you fool. What were you expecting? You wanted me to come home at night so you could find a good excuse to run away from home??" I almost gasped in shock with fear that he could be reading my mind, but I remembered that he was fond of saying that. Maybe that's why I have decided to bring his wish to pass. "I am..." "Spare me your trash talk" he said and shoved me aside. He smelled of alcohol, which explained why he was sounding so drunk. "I need food. Give me food...." "Dad, you didn't keep any money with me...." "Rubbish!!!!" He barked, and I sauntered close to the torn curtain like a squirrel would. I didn't want to risk being beaten up again. Yes, he beat me up almost every time. "Go out there and do something with your miserable life to get me food to eat.... Go into the town and just anywhere you can. I cannot allow you to keep consuming everything I have without you bringing in anything..." "B...but .dad.... I've never gone outside the shores of this village to do anything before. Remember the debt? What if they find and kill me?" I said with tears flowing freely down my face. I knew he was fed up with having to cater for me and I also wanted to go out there and find a life of my own. But I didn't expect I would be leaving like this. "What are you still doing here?" I needed to be sure that it wasn't just his drunk self that was speaking, so I tried to walk closer and ask him to calm down. "Get the hell out, Whitney. Get outtttt!!!!!!" With that, I ran outside and reached for my bag I had carefully hidden inside an old cushion, then I ran as fast as my feet could carry me with my eyes still watering. I didn't know where I was headed, and even though trepidation held me, I was determined to leave his sight. He wanted me out of the house. I would do just that. It was time to be free. ********************* DONALD'S POV "You must be out of your mind to tell me to let the case go. How dare you talk trash before me?" "Young man, you will not raise your voice at me. Okay?!!" She twisted her hips to the side in a funny manner and stared at me with hands crossed. I sighed and rubbed my torso mildly. "Those are supposed to be my lines." "Well, it's mine now." I rolled my eyes. "What makes you think I would want to quit the search for that miserable man??" Anna smirked. "Have you forgotten how he didn't show remorse when he let mum die because he refused to fulfill his own part of the business deal with dad?" "That was what we were told!!" "Are you trying to say dad could have lied to us?" "That's not what I'm saying, but I feel there could be something about this we're not getting right" I sighed. "It's been years, Donald..." ""That's the point. That empire, the liquid estate and all the other assets he absconded with. How come he hasn't even come around to explaining this?"" "Donald..." "It's either I take back ten eyes for the eyes he took, or nothing." "Don...." "We're done with having this conversation, Anna Sage. I want to be left alone." That was all I needed to say and she left. She knew better to leave than to have stayed because I didn't have a good temper. To think that the fool who caused my family so much pain was somewhere, living life like nothing happened. It had been about twenty years already and the pain of losing mum was still fresh in my heart. Mum had a chance to live, but then dad's friend did not provide his own part of a deal he had with dad... they were unable to afford her surgery then.....this led to the death of my mother. Now I happen to be one of the most powerful mafia lords there were in this city. Wealth was not my problem, but I still needed to find and apprehend that bastard for the unbearable pain he caused my family. "Boss, we have three containers ready with goods." "Great, you can go." That was one of my guys telling me that some of the goods we imported were here. That meant more business deals for the guys and more money for my empire. I should have been excited, but for the fact that Anna's suggestion had messed with my mood. Anna was my sister, but still the only one who could get access to me more than anyone else could. Anyone who knew me would know that it would be a joke if you tried to come closer to me than usual because I was a fearsome man, just the way I liked it. Anna was the only one I truly cared about in the whole world. Why not? She was my only sister after all. I picked up the glass of wine I had been drinking and picked a stick of cigarette when I remembered that Anna was home and I could be caught red-handed, so I sighed and put it aside. So much for having a mother in the form of your younger sister. Looking down through the window of my mansion, I saw a young lady looking haggard and staring around like she was a thief. I took a closer look and something about her seemed to be fishy, so I quickly raised an alarm and had my guys go get her. If she was really what I thought she was, then she is done for. ***************** WHITNEY'S POV I strolled tiredly to a corner and observed the whole area for what seemed to be ten minutes before finally settling down close to a fence that had beautiful flowers around it. You wouldn't blame me for looking around me cautiously. I have always been the target of destruction since I was born. How was that possible? Dad told me about how some people were after my own life right from when I was little. I lived all my life in seclusion and isolation. It was a new environment because I had to ask a cab man I found in town to take me somewhere I was sure would be far from my home. The money I used for the journey I had been saving up for a long time. I stared at my feet for a while without knowing if there was hope for where I would be spending the night when, suddenly, it happened. The gigantic gate linked to the corner I was seated on opened and three hefty looking men came out, fiercely looking towards my direction. I thought of the fact that they were probably coming to lift me into their house and chuckled at the thought of three hefty men carrying a very slim and 'stick-like' me on their shoulders. "Hey!!!" One of them said and brought me out from my temporary reverie. "Uhh?, What?" I suddenly looked fearfully at them as it occurred to me that they could hit me like dad if care was not taken. "You have to come with us now and explain yourself or...." "I have to come with you, because you are the police or what?" I didn't know how that got out of my mouth, so I quickly covered it. They looked at each other and smirked at me... "It's so bold of you...." Before I could respond, I felt myself being shoved off the ground like a piece of paper by one of them. They took me to the gate without picking up my bag, but when they noticed I wasn't throwing any tantrums, one of them stopped and asked them to search for me. I giggled slyly. If only they knew I was homeless and just needed a place to keep my head, even if it was in prison. "This person must be highly sophisticated, she doesn't even feel afraid or moved by us. Tell us, who sent you?" I had no idea what the other person was asking me, so I just kept quiet. Before I knew what was happening, the other guy who was assigned the role of searching me, tried putting his hands into my chest. I didn't know when I landed a heavy punch on his middle man, and he groaned in pain. I am a good fighter because dad did a good job training me. "The world out there is cruel, I don't want you to be a softie" he would always say to me. The other guys saw what I did and attempted to hit me. I tried to cover my face, but the punch reached me before I could.... "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!!!!" That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.