TWISTED SHADOWS

GET READY! AGAIN

Being neck deep in depts, that's one of the thousands ways to die. But being tangle around illegal mysteries and ties that don't bind, no, that's death. Wyder had been paying off debts he never truly understood how he entered for the last couple of years. Every morning was a new face of threat resulting in another sleepless night and his loving wife couldn't even figure out her husband.
Even if she did, he couldn't bring himself to tell her. He had to spare his family the shame, at least while he could. He had once been a source of shame many years ago, he couldn't repeat the same mistake again. The twins didn't really remember much because they were young then, but Kyle seemed to have recalled a little from the past. And he was the only one who seemed to have noticed his unusual moods.

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"Going out?" Angela accessed Renata who was dressed in a pair of Jean pants, a blue top and black boots, while putting on her earrings.

"Yea. I have a date with Mark. He's taking me somewhere special." She retouched the powder on her face and re-added the lipstick on her lips while staring at her face in the mirror.

"I didn't know Renata Martins was in love." Renata looked at Angela before turning back to the mirror.

"Nothing serious. Just something mild. He's like, a very good companion."

"Oh." Renata smiled at herself when she was satisfied and walked out of her room, Angela trailing behind.

Kella came down the stairs with towels in her hands while Renata and Angela walked downstairs. She noticed Renata was dressed and looked over to Angela who looked back at her and groaned internally.

A package came in just as Renata was leaving and it had Kyle's name on it. Kella being the closest to the door collected the package and analyzed it delicately not wanting to trigger Kyle's anger if he found out she did anything to his package. And she approached his room, she found the door slightly opened and peeped through. When she was sure he wasn't in view she walked, taking a round look of his room, as if trying to observe some changes in them. Just as she approached his bed to sit, he came out from the shadows.

"Don't sit." She moved back abruptly. Kyle walked over to his bed making her move back more.

"This came for you." She stretched the package at him. He looked between her eyes, her hand and the package and breathed.

"Drop it." "On the desk".

"Don't you want to check it?" She asked more as a demand than a question. He raised his brows in a disapproving manner and snatched the package from her hands.

"It's none of your business. Get out." Kella sighed, anger laced in her breathed as she walked out and tried her best not to slam the door. But before she completely close the door she heard the words GET READY! AGAIN from Kyle lips and sighed in acknowledgement. So I was right.
She looked around and brought out her phone, typed some messages and clicked send. She kept the phone walking away as she saw the other maids moving around.

Kyle pondered around his room still dressed half nakedly in only black jean pants from his encounter with Kella, looking worried sick. Nothing had happened in a while and he'd hoped it meant they got what they wanted, whoever they were. But they just seemed to love messing with his life. Now he was only left to wonder who was next. There were no more women in his life to make him miserable with, so he'd figured he'd just live his life the best he could, for her sake, for Kayla's sake. There was an aura of fear that coursed through him making him sprint out of his room putting on his black shirt. He went into Christina's room and saw her sitted on her bed, staring at a magazine in her hand while she looked in between the pages, confirming she was ok.

"Kyle? What's wrong?" Christina raised her head up to him giving him a confused look. "Why are you standing at the door?"

"Don't worry mum. It's... nothing." Christina stared at him long before she nodded. Just as he turned around to leave her phone rang and Kyle stopped in his tracks, turning around as Christina got up to pick her phone from the desk. She looked at him weirdly and answered the call not bothering to check the caller ID.