Indebted Love

♡ vingt-et-un ♡

A/N

I was going to wait another week before publishing but I just couldn't hold it in. Enjoy :)

With every highs, comes the lows. It fluctuate on the intensity and depth but it will always come. That I can guarantee as I watch Angel and Seth drive out of our house for a business trip somewhere in Australia as Angel promised.

I guess I needed the space and time to heal after a very high-sex escapade for the past few weeks. Though this low feels different somehow. At the very pit of my stomach, I had niggling feeling that something is going to happen. I'm almost certain it's going to happen tomorrow or sometime sooner than later.

I wasn't alone in the house though, the staff are doing last-minute cleaning and Tamarah is out with her friends since it was a Friday night. Angel and Seth will come back this coming Tuesday. Tomorrow, I only have Peter's birthday party for then I can chill at home for the rest of the weekend.

The feeling stays at the back of my mind as I went shopping before making my way to Timothy's, searching shelf after shelf for a good birthday gift. I know it was last minute and all, so my presence at his party is a gift in itself anyways. Finally, I settled on a little puzzle scrapbook with word search, connect the dots art, etc. I brought Peter a card and a 1000-piece puzzle from his favorite book Dairy of the Wimpy Kid.

Satisfied, I lean into the back seat of one of Angel's cars and allowed my driver to take me to the house.

Laughter and loud music wafted beyond the walls of the eerie house and into the driveway as my driver parked. With the presents in my arms, I enter the house to the backyard. Blue streamers and decorations created a pathway to the outback where most people are located. Peter's home looked like a lived home.

It's the TV, food everywhere, and cool fans in the living room. Peter's artwork from last year was pinned on the walls now, and I noticed more toys and boarding games near a pile of presents in the dining area. Outside, Timothy had a BBQ going and set up a table with a pretty display of finger foods- sausage rolls with tomato sauce (and BBQ sauce), lamingtons, scones with jam, and cream- everything of an Australian kid's party.

I spotted Peter playing around with his friends, really joyful and filled with mirth that pulled my heartstrings. I wave at him as he sees me and I place his presents among the others.

Without really wanting to, I make my way over to Timothy, hoping my congratulation and appreciation for making sure Peter is happy encourages him to be a better father. But he was talking to a couple, I think. Surrounded by the food smoking their faces and deep into the conversation I had to slow my strides.

I couldn't hear anything but I focused on the appearance of the massive hunk-like white man and the more slender slim pale woman. Both of them had dark hair, the man's unkempt and neglected whilst the women's hair flowed lusciously around her shoulders. They glance over their shoulders, a quick look searching for someone- me and they step away from Timothy who turns and sees me.

"Jalah!" His enthusiasm sounds like a relief, "I'm so glad you've made it to Peter's party. So what do you think? I did pretty aight for my first time."

"Yeah yeah, it's wonderful and pretty." I agree, smiling politely as I take in the woman with really blue eyes and the man with a menacing look on his face.

Timothy notices and introduced them to me. The woman extends her hand first,

"I'm Kristen," her voice was smooth actually, "I heard all about you." Her hands were long and cold. No jewelry and was a good head taller than me.

"It's nice to meet you," I can shake that feeling of dread, a cold feeling flowing over my body as I drop my hands from her.

"Gaston." The man spoke with a narrowed look downwards my medium stature, blocking the sun from reaching my eyes.