Strength

Hacked

  I had just changed little d when I heard a familiar voice come threw the door way of the studio. “Where is my daughter?!” the voice said. I looked up and saw it was Sheila, Elijah’s ex, and valentines’ egg donor. She’s valentine’s biological mother, but not a very good one “and Im suppose to know this how? Why are you even here? Aren’t you suppose to be in Detroit with your “play toy”?” I said to Sheila.

    “Shows what you know. Where is my kid?!” she asked again. “Hey!” Darren said. “Leave my studio” he finished, technically we weren’t at his studio we were at the managers studio. “Shut up!” Sheila said and started walking towards him. “Don’t touch him you harpies infested rat” I snapped and handed little d to j, j watched with his eyes wide.

    Darren’s expression was stunned as he backed away from Sheila and I stepped in between. “Look Sheila, just because you unfortunately gave birth to valentine doesn’t make her yours. If you ever touch her again I’ll have you thrown in jail. She didn’t do anything to deserve to get hurt” Brendan said coming around the corner.

    “Now leave” he finished and folded his arms, making him look rather tough. He pulled out his phone and called Vanessa’s home phone, knowing she would be home. “Yes?” she said when she picked up. “Hey sis” he said, “Sheila some how found the studio and caused drama’ he finished.

    “Darren’s home studio?” she asked. “No, but she may be headed there next or she could be headed to your house” he answered. “How can she know that?” Vanessa asked. “She’s not as dumb as she looks. She probably found out how to hack into someone’s stuff…” I replied and Darren had a blank look on his face.

    “What?” Brendan asked him. “My home studio software acted funny a few weeks ago. I thought it just needed updating or something and its working fine now” he replied still lost in thought and then he just sprinted out the door, and left us dumb struck.

    “Hello? Brendan?” Vanessa asked still on the phone, “oh sorry. Have Elijah meet us at Darren’s house” Brendan said, “ok” replied Vanessa. When we got there I could hear Kayla screaming something in Russian at Sheila, Sheila was shouting back. “Speak English! Where is my daughter!? Where’s your hansom hero now slut” Sheila shouted and Kayla yelled something back that sounded like it wasn’t very nice and Vanessa’s mouth fell open.

    Vanessa can speak other languages, when we walked in Kayla had her son Ryan in her arms in the corner and Sheila was a few feet in front of her with a knife in her hand. “Sheila! You get away from my wife and son or so help me that knife will end up in you!” Darren shouted and ran threw the door dodging Brendan on the way in, in the distance I could hear police cars coming.

    “Darren” I said, “I’ll do the slicing” I offered. “Oh you will, will you?” Sheila said looking at me, “where’s Darren” Kyle asked me, talking about little d. “he’s with j” I replied, “yes I will” I responded to Sheila’s jab. Then Sheila walked towards me and ran the knife across my neck, shoulder blade to shoulder blade.

    From the corner of my eye I could see Kyle glare at Sheila. “You cut me and I’ll shove that knife up you’re a**” I threatened and Kyle grinned at my gory come back. As if to push her luck Sheila ran the knife down my left arm, cutting only a few inches in. I squealed a little and Kyle’s Carmel eyes went dark brown, clearly it angered him.

    Sheila ran from Sarah’s reach and ran next to Kayla, and cut a slightly deeper cut into her arm, I could see Darren’s dark eyes get even darker. That was kind of scary to me, Sheila hesitated at the door way and looked at Darren. But as Sheila gawked at Darren the police were pulling up.