Joshua almost choking on blood, Hudson twisted the knife into his gut, he felt like he should have himself down on a cliff but on second thought he could quite sketch out why Hudson is greedy for is not his "How are you going to-get it when-It's not even yours, your identity?" Hudson curled his eyebrow right at him and then began to chuckle. "Then what? Do you think I will think of something that will just remain solely as an illusion?""Hudson thus will be interesting as you have declared your intention." Joshua laughed, choking on blood. His heart was dark and bloody.Hudson stood there in his hand was the blood-stained dagger he raised it straight pointing at Joshua. "When you have lived your entire life claiming the identity you're not it will be hard to live without purpose." He looked around and then back to Joshua."That is extreme.""I know but once you're dead nothing is stopping me."Hudson hovered over Joshua, Joshua was crunched on his knees, his hand holdi
Swirling around them was a cloud of dust from the sawmill where Joshua was held hostage. When he went out to meet with Pater, something came up. Peter after hiding him and staying with him induced his water with a powder, his head spin around like he's gotten into an accident, his heart start to beat slowly like everything he has worked hard for had lost its base, his hands wobbled his head as it banged like it was hit by the hardest metal. Everything was so surreal and yet so copper in his throat. What kind of liquid was he induced with? He didn't know but he knew one thing for sure, this was not a mistake Peter sat at the opposite seat and watched him while everything happened. Joshua fighting was like him watching a drama. "I don't like to see you like this Joshua but I have no option, never trust an enemy to be your friend." Peter's voice was screechy, stretching no tension. All Joshua was seeing while he shook his head to the flour was a completely whole new universe. He f
"I have an idea, Let's run the DNA test and confirm the truth about Hudson." Miss Laura contributed, Pamela got that served quite cold and slowly regained her strength, she blinked at Miss Laura, the relationships had with her, she was quite sure if it was because of Hudson or anything Joshua with the most condescending look sipped on his drink. "That is brilliant, I think it will work that way." Joshua agreed. Miss Laura and Joshua almost in unison glided their sight to Pamela. "What?! You're not expecting me to get it are you?'' Pamela turned to look at Miss Laura. After what happened last night she couldn't get any close to Hudson without it being suspicious. She huffed and rested her hand to her face and got her head in a sluggish tired way on the desk and Joshua blinked at Miss Laura to unravel what was wrong with her. " I can't do that, it's just like. It feels like I'm going into the lion's den." "We will be swift, all you have to do is get his hair." Mi
"I can't believe this,'' Hudson said and he clasped his hand together while getting closer to the lady before him. "What do you believe?" Pamela scoffed. "The fact that you want to have me ruined or the fact that you figure out your dream will come true." Pamela bit her bottom lips, the word hurting through her mouth like vinegar. "The fact that you're still here standing very well before me. Depicts that I can't stop the loathing towards you." He clenched his hand tighter on the wall, and he stood over Pamela, his nose hovering. "What have you been up to?" He still huffed at another scent. "Why do you care?" Pamela briefed her eyes from him; it was so much of a glint that couldn't hide that she was lying. Perhaps hiding something. "I smell latex on you. Have you been working on polyester lately?" Hudson questioned. Pamela's eyes darted to her shirt and she stuck out her nose to sniffle in what Hudson had raised suspicion about. She dusted his hand off her sho
Joshua flew his gaze right at the mirror where he was. "It has already begun." He clenched his hand around the curtain and turned to give a second glance at the west wing of the room he had allocated to Pamela while they were there together. He pulled his suitcase towards himself and then dropped it, what if there was no reason for him? Likely he won't want to go back just as he thought about it closely every muscle in his body throbbed. But something like a weave of the thread was dragging him back. He wouldn't be able to make it and if he turns back now it means that everything he had worked hard for during his period while staying right here in Sheffield was nothing but a wasted time. The nun Mary has to meet with her as soon as possible to figure out more in regards to his twin brother. Could Hudson be lying, his medical report didn't reveal that he had any genetic disorder? But there was a chance that he fabricated it. He had to meet the nun. And his flight will have to be
"What is the name of the disease?" Joshua asked but the nun didn't reply to him. He put his hand against the counter and asked again. "What is the name?" "I'm sorry but that is all we could find, I can't pronounce it but I have everything emailed down to you. Got to take a look at it." If Joshua finds that what he thinks is true then it means. . . Well, Joshua couldn't quite think well enough. He let out a deep sigh and shifted to the side of the bed. He had gotten sober real quick. "Alright, Thank you, sister Mary. I quite think you have done enough." Joshua said over the phone and ended the call he dropped his phone by his side, in a toss that showed he wasn't sure what to do at the moment he let himself dribble his hand off his face like he fucking sinned. Of course, he has felt in his heart that he did commit a terrible sin of thinking that the people he called family turned their back on him as if he was nothing. Aunt Miriam had been calling him over the past week. He
Pamela swat her hand to her face, she thought they were way past that. This hurts more than she could figure, what in God's name! Even as she feels her heart slamming against her rib cage and sweat dribbling down her spine. She forced a smile on her face. "What?" "I'm reminding you, did you send the note I told you to?" Joshua showed no restraint, his voice was purely authoritative, Pamela's eyes met his folded gaze she broke before she ran her hand along her jaw scratching through it as if there was a complete cold she had met the harbinger of death. "Yes, yes of course I was just going from there. It slipped my mind that I didn't let you know." Joshua's brow rises and she takes a step back as he takes a step towards her. Joshua's hand dribbled from his side and raised to touch the lips of the Pamela jacket that she wore. "You should lay this properly." He said then turned his back. Pamela clicked her fingers to the heart of her hand. Joshua's gaze was on her
Pamela walked the entry street by the woods, she sighs as her eyes catch the bus stop not far from where she stood, her hand to her knees and her forehead dripping with sweat. She doesn't know whether to say summer in Vancouver was far better but here her whole body is soaked up. "Thank heaven there is a bus stop right there." She dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out the hole from her pocket. Her head shook, she had no single glimpse of what Joshua's intentions were when he asked her to deliver the letter and what was inside the letter might bother her to try to figure out more but she dug it deeper inside her coat. "I shouldn't look beside it's not intended for me." She shakes her head and drops her hand from her pocket. Her superficial attempt to hold everything under her baby was a kind that feels so hefty. She finds herself fitted on the bench, beside her stood men who were dressed heftily, their voices the dark chrome of their dressing. Pamela blinked up wit