Raven

Lola & Hardison

Chapter 7 Part 3 - Discovering the Truth

Hardison - 12

I felt pretty successful after my little mission in Matthew's room. I ventured curiously throughout the mansion desperately memorising the complicated pattern of the mazing passageways. After a few hours I finally found myself listening into a conversation in the West Wing's study.

"That's impossible we'll never pull that off!"

"Sure we can, we can force her, Matt."

"I believe she is smarter than that, she's-"

"-a slut!"

"Boys! Settle down! Matthew I need you to make sure to check on the breakfast arrangements, I don't believe you'll be dining with her, not just yet at least."

"All right father." And I heard the door click shut.

"You know the plans don't you, Alexander?"

"The plans, father?"

"Do I always have to keep reminding you!" Frederick Williams shouted, this made me jump and I almost held onto the lamp for support. "We force her into the chambers and run the usual drill. Next, once the child is born we take it and raise it the right way, you understand young man?"

"But... Erm, what if she isn't pregnant?"

"Then, Matthew will MAKE her, he will try and try again until we are sure she is! Now fetch her immediately. Oh and son, make sure your brother doesn't discover she is being transported to the chamber."

"Yes father"

I had to warn Lola. I needed to get to Matthew's room as soon as possible! I rushed through corridors and passageways until finally entering Matthew's room. I clicked the lamp and stepped outside. The room did not belong to Matthew, ugh! Must be the next door! So I opened the door and ran out. Before I could turn the handle I realised my mistake. I was in the outside world, not hidden anymore. I heard footsteps, I reached for the handle, the footsteps got nearer, I twisted the handle, and- I was forcefully thrown to the other side of the hallway and knocked out.

Lola - 13

How though? How did he catch her?

"Hardison!Hardison, stop fucking around!"

Silence once again surrounded me in the dark, empty space, why Hardison, why not someone else?

"Are you worried about me?" Came a faint whisper in the dark.

"Ewww! No. You got yourself into this mess."

"Are you kidding me? You-" She sat up.

"So where have you been? I might have fucked up badly before, but it doesn't mean that I should be left on my own."

"You haven't been doing anything on you own, I've been doing ALL of it. All of it since the moment that Matthew asked for that champagne." Hardison spat out every word like a poison dart, so I continued to look at her with the same cold hearted, emotionless stare. It was time to give Hardison a taste of her own medicine, or more like poison. So I began to complain, "I had such a hard morning," that really wound her up.

"He's using you."

"What?" Hardison's probably lying, right?

"I have been dumped and kicked and even ... shot!" Wait Hardison took a bullet for this case, could that have caused the blood drips on the carpet earlier? This rant was not over yet though, sadly. Hardison raised her voice until she was practically shouting, "Ok? So don't you dare say I've not done anything this morning! You have no idea what I've been through. Ok?"