Deceptive Irene

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

The clock was ticking in sync with the pulse ringing in her ear. She sat there contemplating whether it is from anger or hunger. She shut the book which she has promised to read several times in 2 years and still on the same page. Irene rubbed her hands on her neck and winced from the pain.

That bastard, she cursed.

Thats exactly how it feels to work for the devil, she thought.

She felt her phone vibrate from the nightstand with the name of the person she wanted to hear from the most. She picked the phone and answered the call as tears threatened to fall.

Jeremy, she said.

Lo, are you alright? I heard Karl came around today, Jeremy asked with his voice shaking from concern.

Irene wiped her tears that finally had the courage to fall. Im alright Jer, he was just angry but nothing happened. I shouldnt have ignored his calls anyways. Its my fault, Irene reasoned.

Jeremy sighed Do not reason with that. Its not too late to fall out. We can just leave together with Mary. We can go far away

no! not this again. We are going to finish this. We cant disappoint anyone

This is your life Lo, you cant risk that. Ju—

Jer, later. I can hear Thomas coming up. Lets talk tomorrow. Goodnight

Irene hanged up the call, placed the phone back on the nightstand and sat up on the bed with an angry face.

Thomas entered the room with a smile which turned to annoyance immediately he looked at his wife. He sighed and proceeded to strip naked. Irene sat there staring at him.

What is it this time, huh? Why cant I come home to see some peace and to even see you smiling. What happened?, Thomas asked with anger.

Your son tried to kill me. Look at my neck Thomas. Does that not mean anything to you?

Seeing you alive, that means he failed to kill you. So whats the problem this time? Is not like I can go and question him about it. This is a contract Irene. Do your part and let me also do mine. Just make sure you dont mess up my plans to punish those ungrateful children of mine. They think they sent you to come mess me up. I will show them who runs this game. Get a cream for the bruise on your neck and keep that frown off your face. Youre messing up my energy. Thomas instructed as he made his way to the washroom.

Like Father, Like Son. Bastards, Irene whispered.