HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

Camilla notices my restlessness as I move from our bedroom to the living room, hoping to hear Jason’s cry so I can rush over to Bryan’s room and take my son with me back to our room.

But he isn’t crying today of all days. Everywhere is silent as a graveyard.

“Are you ok?” She peers down at me for the umpteenth time in question.

“Yes, I am”, I sit on the settee to calm myself down so she won’t notice anything anymore.

“Is something wrong?” She asks again. “Did he say something to you?”

“No, no, no!” I chant, shaking my head vigorously. “He didn’t. I am fine.”

“Then tell me what it is”, she insists, sitting next to me.

“He wants Jason to sleep in his room, I’m just worried Jason might wake up with a cry in the middle of the night and I will already be fast asleep”, I half-lie, hoping she will believe me and let me be.

I can’t tell her the truth. I can’t tell her that Paxton will be coming over here tonight to get me and my son out.

Bryan is ruining our plans already.

I am supposed to leave the door to our room open so Paxton can gain easy access and then we can go out before anybody is awake. But now that Jason is in Bryan’s room, I am afraid we will have to postpone this till tomorrow.

I have been trying to reach Paxton all to no avail. Even though I have a feeling that he won’t listen to my advice for him not to come today simply because Jason is going to be in Bryan’s room, I still want to tell him and try to convince him.

He isn’t scared of Bryan and won’t mind entering Bryan’s room just to get Jason. This means trouble because Paxton might hurt his guards and my plan to make everything to be quiet will not be possible.

I can’t let Paxton come here tonight. We need to change our plans.

“Don’t worry. He won’t disturb him and even if he does, it is high time the boss also gets used to being a father”, she smiles at me. “It won’t be so bad to have him take care of the boy all by himself.”

“Ok, yes. That’s true”, I murmur, trying to convince myself that everything will be fine despite the wild thumping of my heart.

“You should go to bed now. It’s late already, I want to lock everywhere up”, she helps me up.

Deciding to take advantage of the situation, I say. “Why don’t you give me the keys to lock the doors when I am ready to go to sleep? I still want to wait for some more time.”

“No, it’s my job and I need to do it before going to bed. Boss will be mad at me if he hears that…”

“He doesn’t need to know. Besides, no one will tell him”, I argue with her, wishing she can just succumb to my wish and it will ease my plans.

“Don’t worry”, she insists and pushes me away towards my room. “Off you go, see you tomorrow in the morning. Sleep well.”

“Sweet dreams”, I grudgingly comment, feeling low about the change of plans. I hate things like this. It gives me a bad feeling about what we are about to do and it scares me.

If only Paxton would just pick up and listen to what I have to say.

I enter the room and close it without locking up. Grabbing my phone from the bed where I dumped it, thinking I will have missed a call, I open it to see nothing.

No missed calls from Paxton. No missed calls from anyone.

I sigh and slump to the bed, dialing his number again. It goes straight to voicemail, making me more frustrated.

This can’t be happening. Why did Bryan have to ask me to drop Jason in his room so they can sleep together today of all days?

Does he know about our plan? Did he do it intentionally or is it just a coincidence?

It better be a coincidence. My son and I need to be away from here as soon as possible. I can’t let my son get hurt. I won’t allow it.

This was the same thing that happened to Bryan’s ex-fiancee and her daughter. They were killed because of him. My son doesn’t need to bear the same fate.

If only Bryan hadn’t found us, we wouldn’t be in this situation. If only I hadn’t come back so early, we wouldn’t be in this pathetic situation.

I never thought of giving Paxton’s suggestions of taking Jason and me out for a try because I was scared of what Bryan will do to him but now I am no longer scared.

In fact, I am excited by the thought of the plan we made. It was so easy and now that Jason is in his bedroom, it has turned difficult.

In frustration, I rise again and begin to pace the extent of the room, trying his number again and again.

I have sent him several text messages to call him but there is still no response. I log in to WhatsApp to see him offline too.

I log out and try his number once again before giving up. I throw the phone from across where I am standing to the bedNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Fortunately, it lands safely on the bed and I heave a deep sigh of relief before turning to go to the bathroom. I haven’t had a shower and I need one.

There is nothing more I can do now than to wait for him to come first, hoping that I will be the first to see him and his gang before Bryan or any other person sees them. This way, I will be able to inform him.

It means I will have to stay awake till they are here. If not, there will be a problem.

I turn the doorknob and my phone rings instantly. I drop my hands from the bathroom door handle and rush back to the bed.

My heart swells with joy and relief when Paxton’s name flashes across my screen. Quickly, I pick it up.

“Hello, Paxton”, I try to keep my voice as low as possible.

I can’t hear anything.

“Paxton?”

“Ce.. line”, his voice breaks from the other end and my heart sinks. How can I pass across my information with this stupid break in service?

“Paxton, if you can hear me, I just want….” I am cut short by the sound of disconnection.

I stare at the phone with my mouth agape until a message pops up.

“I’m on our way now. I can’t hear you and I’m not coming with my phone. I need to charge it. See you soon.”

“Shit!” I throw my fist in the hand and let my phone fall on the bed once more.

I can’t afford to let it get damaged.

I rake my hands in my hair, thinking of an alternative but no idea seems to be coming to my head other than waiting for them to come.

I sit back on the bed.

Since he said he is on his way already, then it means he is about to go and pick up the others as planned and they will be here in the next one hour or two.

I lift my head to check the time. It is 11:30 pm already and they should be here by midnight.

Resting my back and head on the headboard, I fidget with my hands nervously, my heart pounding in anticipation.

I begin to feel a pain in my back so I decide to lay flat on the bed. The moment I lay on my back on the bed, watching my phone at intervals, I begin to feel sleepy.

I am supposed to stay up and sit so I won’t fall asleep but it is overwhelming and I find myself drifting off to sleep slowly.

I don’t know when sleep eludes me completely.