Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Ailee has never been afraid of the dark, but at the moment she thought she could see shadows closing in on her. Quickly, she tugged her sheet over her head, tonight was going to be a long one.
Meanwhile, back in the children’s room, Neon sat up abruptly, squinting his eyes against the darkness. He slowly got down from the bed, his movement was as lithe as a cat as he carefully found his way out of the room. He had patiently waited for the moment when Allen fell asleep so he could sneak out.
But then, his annoying bedbug of a brother called Allen had surprisingly remained awake to the point that he – the watcher – fell asleep and it wasn’t until now, that he realized where he was – his body wasn’t used to sleeping without Ailee. However it was a good thing, Allen was finally asleep, he was free to make his escape.
Neon walked on tiptoes until he was finally out of the room. Outside, he padded across several rooms, making sure not to knock into objects that would give out his presence, and finally located her room.
Although it was dark, the room was partially illuminated by the moonlight plus the fact Neon had committed into his memory her room’s outline and all during its decoration, so he knew where to place his foot. He found the bed and climbed in, but hardly had he settled in when he was suddenly flipped over forcefully.
Ailee had sensed the moment her door clicked open yet she pretended to be asleep. She couldn’t tell if whoever was on the door had good intentions or not, but she could handicap whoever that was and make a run for it. So she reacted immediately by flipping him over, but why does her attacker seem so small?
“Neon?” she made out his blonde locks from the moonlight filtering through the open window.
He grinned at her, “Your one and only,”
A relieved smile broke across Ailee’s features and she laid down on the other side, giving him space.
“Thank you, Neon” Ailee was grateful for his kind gesture. She had been scared, staying here all alone.
“It’s nothing,” Neon turned on his side to face her, and he took her hand in his saying, “I’ll always be by your side,”
“Fine, no more talking. Let’s sleep,” she giggled, pulling the bedspread over the both of them.
Meanwhile, unknown to Neon, Allen’s eyes popped open as soon as he left. Call it weird but the boy hadn’t been able to sleep ever since his twin sister left the room. It was quite irritating, he had thought with Ailee gone, his life would be comfortable, but it seemed the reverse was the case.
Allen didn’t need to guess twice about Neon’s whereabouts, he knew instinctively he had snuck into his sister’s room – the both were inseparable.
“Ahh!!” Allen kicked the air vexed. Everything he had done so far, none of them seemed to work. But wait a minute…..An evil smirk suddenly curved Allen’s features, this was a perfect opportunity to break them up once and for all. Neon would get into trouble if he reported him to his parents for sneaking into Ailee’s room. Mwahaha.
And with that determination, Allen climbed out of bed and went up the stairs leading to his parent’s quarters. The boy was just about to knock on the door when he heard whimpers. Huh? Is his mother in pain?
“Mom?” he banged on the door, “Mom, it’s me, Allen,”
“Allen?” Was her mom’s response from behind the closed door, “What do you want, son?” her voice was hurried, almost as if she was panting or something.
“Mom, are you alright?” he glued his ear to the door, “Is dad with you?”
“Fuck! Yes… Oh God… No!” his mother screamed.
Allen’s brow furrowed in confusion, his mother wasn’t making any sense. Something seems to be wrong with her.
“Mom, are you sure you’re okay?” there was a trace of panic in his tone, “Is daddy with you? Does he know you’re in pain?” Allen was worried.
“Allen son!” She gasped, “No, you don’t have to worry about me… aah! Your daddy and I….” she took a mouthful of air, “He’s helping me with some exercise, baby… Don’t worry, I’ll see you tomorrow…. aah!…. Fuck!… Just go to bed…My God, Niles!”
Allen heard his mother scream once again, and this time, his father’s groan joined hers. He was so hurried by the guttural sound that he took a step away from the door.
“This exercise must be quite tough,” Allen wondered as he returned to where he came from. But he realized his plan was an epic failure. Who was going to punish Neon and Ailee now?
He went back to bed, hoping to come up with another plan the next morning; he would think better with a little sleep. But when Allen closed his eyes, sleep didn’t come. Compared to earlier when Neon was with him, the room was eerily quiet.
“You’re a brave boy, Allen. You’re not afraid of make-believe monsters used to chase weak kids to bed. You’re Allen Sparks, the toughest kid out there. A little darkness can’t scare you,” He said to himself.
And yes, that seemed to work, until he heard a strange creaking and the next, Allen bolted from his bed and sped like the Flash into Ailee’s room as if the devil were on his heels.
“What the -?! ” Ailee was yet to curse when Allen hopped onto her bed and joined the party.
The third point of view:
Everything happened as Isabella had predicted, Maria’s place was unoccupied. Well, the only being they encountered was the security man who let them in after they mentioned Isabella sent them – the girl’s name has become a gold mine. Pedro guessed the man was the “eye” Isabella claimed she had on the place.
Pedro couldn’t help but think, their children in the future would have a hard time claiming their inheritance because he was sure as hell Isabella would give them a run for their money.
“It’s locked,” Anabelle tried the door.
“Give me space then,” Pedro said, flexing his shoulder as he warmed up.
Anabelle moved out of the way but not without a suspicious look as she tried to figure out his intention. She watched as Pedro took a step back and rammed his shoulder into the door. But instead of the door opening, he fell.
“Ouch, that one hurt,” He moaned, rubbing his shoulder.
“What did you just do?” Anabelle asked, hovering over him with a questioning expression.
“Trying to bring the door down? I’ve seen it in movies and it works …” he frowned, “Why didn’t mine work and damn, this hurts like shit,”
“Because you’re obviously an idiot. How would we sleep in the house if the door is down?!” She yelled at him, “I’ve never slept with my door broken and privy to thieves, and even worse rapists!”
Pedro groaned, “Chill drama queen, there’s a security downstairs. Moreover, it’s not exactly hard to fix a broken door,”
“Whatever,” Anabelle rolled her eyes and walked over to the door. She squatted down, ruffling through her hair for something.
“What are you doing?” Pedro sat up, intrigued.
“Trying to pick the lock, stupid,” she sassed at him, a hairpin in her grasp.
But Pedro was amused by her comment, “That’s impossible, the only person in our group who can pick a lock is….” his expression changed, “Unless you learned it from her,”
Anabelle was smug, “Yes, Pedro, you’re not the only person that learned one or two things from Isabella,” She told him.
However, ten minutes later, the lock still hasn’t been hacked.