Young Writers Society

Saturday 24th December 2016

Sebastian peeked through the curtains of the kitchen window with dread. The paparazzi surrounded his house, flashing lights bursting from their cameras. The media had caught wind of his son’s absence because his son’s friends had vented to the police about it. When the police didn’t do anything they spoke to the media who were already spreading rumours about Matthew’s disappearance prior. Now they had come to scare answers out of him.

  “Why did I come today? I can’t be caught in another scandal with you,” Mya groaned. She leaned against the wall, peeling the skin of an apple with a sharp knife. As usual she was dressed to impress. She wore a red pussy bow blouse, red slim fit trousers and red heels.

Sebastian kissed his teeth. “Tell me you have good news for me,” he said as he moved away from the window. The oriental woman that offered to help them with Ivy sat legs crossed on the counter.

  “She won’t bother you anymore,” she said, her voice elegant and mature but there was a hint of mystery in her words.

  “So she’s dead?” Mya asked.

The woman stretched her neck. “No.”

Mya clenched the knife in her hands. “What do you mean no? Did he tell you not to?”

Sebastian pointed his finger at Mya. “Don’t pretend that you didn’t love her like I did him?”

  “I don’t know what you mean?” Mya evaded. “Don’t tell me you’re having regrets?” Sebastian hung his head in shame. “Coward!”

  “She’s his child!”

  “She killed Matthew and deformed his body beyond recognition! She’s a monster! Are you just going to let that monster walk away?”

The oriental woman raised her hand, silencing them. They didn’t want too but they were made to. Sebastian and Mya stared at her in terror.

  “Children, stop bickering. You’re hurting my ears,” she moaned, stretching her ears. “She’s alive but frightened at the least; I don’t expect her to have the guts to fight back after what she saw.”

Sebastian scoffed. “I doubt that.” He touched his lips in shock. He could speak! “She’s gone through hell throughout these past three months, I made sure of that and she didn’t decide to take her life. What makes you think she’ll back down now?”

The woman smiled, making Mya and Sebastian uneasy. “Because I made sure she wouldn’t. And even if she does I’ll make sure she knows her place.” She hopped of the counter and approached Sebastian, the space between them so small that her lips could touch his with the slightest movement. “Trust me,” she whispered.

  “Why are you helping us? Who are you?” Mya interrogated. “What are you?”

The woman twirled gracefully on her toes, now facing her. “That’s for me to know,” she exited the living room. “And you to find out.” Her voice echoed as she left. Mya peered through the hallway towards the back of the house and gasped when she saw that she wasn’t there.

  “Where did she go?” Mya asked.

  “The question we should be asking is what have we gotten ourselves into?”