Suspense

Hillary's POV

Bridget had a worried face but still scolded me. “ What is wrong with your Dad? How could he.”

“Ouch, gently.” I groaned while she helped me apply pressure on my eyes with ice. I had already left the station after a nurse helped me with my wounds.

“This is so not good..”

Bridget looked like she would pop out at any time. Clearly angry, but tired. What if I was being a burden to her? Was I?

Before it left the station, my eyes had gotten more swollen than it was then to the extent it closed itself. I could only see with one eye now which was my right.

“Say something please.” Bridget sighs, putting away the cloth and parcel of ice into the bowl. “You've been quiet. I mean regular Hillary would have something to say.”

Nothing could prepare me to utter a word. I was in pain for all I cared.

“Thanks B. I'm gonna go upstairs.” I stood up and walked away. Thank God she didn't try to stop me. I closed the door behind ensuring it was locked. A sharp cry escaped my lips and I pulled myself down till I was sitting down backing the door.

I just needed a good source of income. I was fired indirectly by Travis and I needed something else to do. Aside from that, I shouldn't be here acting or posing to the bedridden. The urge to find something was tempting.

Maybe write another resume just like I did for Travis company. I'd try again.

While I was in deep thoughts, my phone rang and the caller ID was Marcus.

“Oh” I stood up from the floor and went to sit on the bed.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hello. Hillary right?”

“Yes. Yes. That's me.” I stood up again. Feeling impatient, excited and hopeful.

“So about the project we discussed. I would like us to meet and talk about it. So you can share your ideas about what you know. If it is beneficial, then I'll pay you for it.”

I smiled. My heart began to race. I might hit the mother lode.

“Okay sir.”

“Are you around or you're not chanced?”

“Oh, no, no.” I butt in. “ I'm free sir.”

“Okay, meet me at the junction where you sprained your ankle in 20 minutes.”

With that, he cut the call.

“Yippee!” I jumped. This was a good sign. I would leave without letting Bridget know. I hurriedly changed Into an oversized purple T-shirt and floral long skirt. Well, I don't dress to impress people. I wear whatever. Even though I hated it.

I sneaked out of the room, careful not to bump into Bridget. My vision was limited. Technically, my side eyes. Bridget was busy in the kitchen humming and that was how I left the house.

I strolled to the exact road and his car was there. I don't know why, but this man was always in a suit. Was he a bodyguard or something. His standing posture was exuding politeness.

“Oh, there you are.” He smiled–nonchalantly. Good. “Oh, my. What happened to your eyes.” He asked with concern.

“Just some minor incident.” I laughed it off and he opened the door for me.

“So where to?”

“Um, we have to go…. How about we talk about it over lunch.”

“Hmm” I nod. “Whatever way is okay.”

He drove along the city till we got to a very, I must say. Classic restaurant. Damn. It was good.

“So. I guess we should begin. No unnecessary talks.” He cleared his throat and I agreed, staring at the beautiful view from our table. We were served drinks and inter continental dishes.

“Like I said earlier. A vineyard wedding setting. These couples are from Kuwait. You know how extravagant and luxurious they are.”

“Of course.”

His phone buzzed while we were talking. “Excuse me.” He talked and I continued eating and started drawing out from my head the setting and outline of the event in a book.

We were still discussing and more and more calls were coming in-between.

“I'm so sorry. My Boss, Travis, just wanted to know where I was.” He chuckles, putting his phone away.

My food almost got into the wrong pipe and I drank water immediately. What's with this name and Travis.

“Um, sorry. Did you just say Travis.” I enunciated.

“ Yes. My Boss. He's quite a very worried and kind type. Benevolent too.”

That states it. This was definitely another Travis. The Travis Lancaster I knew was opposite of what Marcus described. He's not kind, a casual type and more like Malevolent.

We Talked for minutes, critically, strategically and I was amazed at how good I was. Not just me. Marcus was very impressed.

I scribbled down the pre Event planning, logistics, design. Everything was all from my imagination and far from what he and his colleagues created.

We spent four hours with critical reasoning and made use of his laptop for further reference.

This was my dream. My passion. Everything I had dreamed of.

“Oh my gosh. This is so good. You should have secured a job with this already.. I'm pretty sure my boss would be able to handle you in our team.”

“Well, I haven't just found a Job.”

“I'll try to talk to my boss, okay?”

“Thank you so much sir.” I lightened up. Happily.

“Thank you. I'm definitely going to show this to him and his assistant. If he's impressed, I'll bring him to you.”

My heart ached with happiness. “Thank you so much. And for lunch.”

We got back into his car and he drove me back home.

“Thanks again. Good night and have a wonderful day with your family.” I added after he gists me about his family.

The car zoomed off and while I turned my back to face Bridget's home, I was surprised.

“Mom, Dad. Seriously. We don't have to leave now. At least for the sake of Hillary.”

I saw baggage and a stack of loads piled on a truck.

“What's going on Bridget?”

“Oh Hillary.” Bridget embraced me. “I'm so sorry, I've been wanting to tell you about this but I forgot.”

“Well, what is it?” I asked even if I could see what was going on.

“My family. We're leaving town. Going far away. You know I need to further my degree. I really have no choice when you're homeless.”

I stood there, shocked. Bridget was my only source of accomodation. Where do I go now? Nowhere. Worst of all, another family was there to move in already.

My head was spinning and my whole world came crashing down. That's when I remembered. My phone. It's missing. My gosh. I didn't come back with it.

Fuck.