CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX | She Moves On
THE SLEEK SCREEN of the laptop was slightly pulled down when none of the searches proved against my theory.
Castor Indiana James (August 12, 1971-present) is an American chef executive officer of an E-commerce company Express2Shop.com.
Clicking the keys, I scrolled down further.
Spouse: Delaney Ashford James (1971-2012), Bethany Lexington (1986-present)
Children: N/A
Leaning back into my chair, I rolled my shoulders in an upward motion to relax them. No answer. I heard my mom entering my den, her tongue clicking with annoyance at the sight of dirty clothes laid on the bed as well as on the carpeted floors. "Here," she proclaimed, pushing a plate of baked kale chips next to my laptop.
"Who's Castor Jackson?" Mom asked, curiously. Her hand was playing with my hair affectionately as she gawked at my laptop screen. I shrugged.
"Savannah's dad," I replied.
"Interesting," she mumbled and then left me alone to my thoughts. A week had gone by but I still remembered that day like it was something straight out of my dreams.
I fucking hate you, Sebastion Meyers.
Traces of her words had been forcefully printed onto life sized portraits and hung in front of the inner eye of my mind. Everyday, I had to wake up and find those words hissing at me. I didn't know what went down but from Cora's words, I figured Natalie had something to do with it.
The day after that, I returned to the penthouse, hoping that I could rekindle my relations with Savannah. I returned home disappointed because she was gone. Dressed in a tailored fit and shades thrown in front of his eyes, he had come to take his little girl home. Castor Jackson took his daughter home that day.
...and she readily went with him.
Putting a finger under my nose horizontally, I imagined Savannah to be over all this. I could see her getting into the expensive car, her silver bracelet dangling from her pale wrists as she decides to leave everything behind her. She's got her family now.
A heavy weight settled over my heart. I should be happy for her. That day was supposed to be the end of her problematic life. Shaking my head slightly, I shoved a kale chip into my mouth. I am happy for her.
"WHY DID YOU SHOOT HOLLY, ALEC!?" My eyes were fiery as I twisted the front of his shirt around my fists.
"I wanted to shoot Savannah," he seethed through gritted teeth. "Not my fault she decided to sacrifice her life for her."
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