Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 197
★
The charged scream made the Odds outside the kitchen rush inside to witness the madness.
Seeing what’s going on, they didn’t bother to step in. They hung around the kitchen and watched silently, some with slow satisfactory smiles on their faces as the beating increased.
By now, every bitch in the kitchen got a taste of the belts already, but Allison and Saint look like they’re only just beginning.
The Odds blocked the door, so the escorts can’t even run out.
They could only run around, scream and cuss and cry. Some of them climbed the wide kitchen island, and Saint climbed with them, beating them back to the floor.
As they’re landing, Allison took over, continuing the strikes.
They let out a conjoined cry again, two of them began rolling on the floor. Saint kicked them off.
Acosta was the last to enter the kitchen from outside. Allison’s drip nearly fell from him when he saw the ongoing craziness.
The whole kitchen is scattered. Pans and pots and cutleries lay around, and the cooker burned.
“Allis!!” Acosta shouted. “Saint!!”
And that was when Yalda and Jude entered, then Tobias too.
He entered last from the lift.
Odds stepped aside completely for his entrance, and he immediately looked spooked by the disorganized place.
Allison walked fast to him, and she pointed the belt metal at his face.
Acosta’s eyes widened.
“You!” Allison panted tiredly, eyes glaring at Tobias. “Losing your memories can be forgiven cos you fell off the cliff cos of Phina anyways, but seeing her as Kelly? Bullshit! Bringing in escorts? What the fûck is wrong with you? She suffered alone for months only to get this?!”
Tobias’s hand wrapped around her belt, and before she knew it, he pulled the belt out of her grasp.
He raised it on her, aiming for the tummy, but Acosta quickly stepped in and covered her, so he took the belt landing on his back instead.
“Tobias?” Allison gasped. “You were gonna whip me? You were gonna—”
Tobias raised the belt two more times, but Acosta stayed as Allison’s covering, receiving the hits again.
His back bled.
“What the fûck?!” Allison shouted, shock doubling.
“You came in here, stepped in the kitchen and began beating up the people I invited by myself? This is my fuckin house!!” Tobias raged, veins running deep into his blood.
“It’s your house but also Phina’s!” Allison argued protectively. “She can’t be madly in love with you like this and end up getting broken over and over again! She has been through enough, please! Can your memories just return already?”
She went on her knees suddenly, and everyone gasped.
Tobias shifted back with curved questioning brows.
“She’s your girlfriend’s best friend, Allison Hart.” Yalda whispered
“You once told us to be good to her too. You even once made a deal with her to trick the Redd family.” Jude added in another whisper.
Allison looked up from her knees.
“Please. Can you at least try? We lot can’t be lying to you, right? She’s not Kelly, she’s not that rotten bitch, she’s your girlfriend, the same girl you organized a one-in-the-world auction for.”
“Toby,” Saint came closer too. “You know I’ve never lied to you, have I?” He said. “You have to get that memory back, and stop fuckin with escorts!” His voice raised. “You have a girlfriend, stop fuckin!”
Tobias turned around and left the kitchen like he didn’t even hear them.
“Tobias!” Allison stood.
“Toby!” Saint shouted and made to follow him, but Yalda blocked him.
“Why the hell would you allow him to bring escorts in?!” Saint queried.
“He might be without his memories for now, but he’s still our First Man, and we’re bound to follow his rules. I wouldn’t say no to his face when he said he wanted escorts.” Yalda said.
“Why the fûck would he need escorts?” Allison shouted.
“Rest assured, he didn’t do anything with them.” Jude said.
“Really?” Allison and Saint echoed.
“He ordered Yalda to bring them in cos he needed more people in the house. He said his head was too quiet, and he needed the noise.” Jude explained.
“Fûck!” Allison inhaled in relief, but that single inhale refused to come out as exhale immediately.
It got stuck inside her, and she lost her breaths as if someone pulled at her chest from the inside.
She went down limply, and Acosta quickly caught her.
“I told you, silly. I told you!” He scolded as he hoisted her into his arms, carrying her out with a run.
“Show him the footage of this house from six, seven, eight months ago. Show him everything he did with her.” Saint told Jude.
“We’re already working on that,” Yalda replied.
“Good, I’ll be waiting for good news.” Saint nodded and left too.
Getting outside, he met Acosta getting in his car with Allison’s limp body.
No Seraphina anywhere.
Even her car is gone.
“Where’s she?” Saint asked.
“She probably left after we went in.” Acosta responded.
“Left? Drove herself? She’s drunk, Acosta!” Saint gasped.
“And that’s why we have to rush and go after her.” Acosta said.
Saint hopped in the car, and he’s the one who drove them off.
—
{{comment.anon_name ?? comment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(comment.date_added)}}
{{comment.body}}
{{subComment.anon_name ?? subComment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(subComment.date_added)}}
{{subComment.body}}