"Those we love don't always go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, still loved, still missed and still very dear"

The girl from the screen says. I glue my eyes to the TV, watching intently and eating a bowl of popcorn.

"Wow! The world's most feared assassin has gone soft. The world has lost a great...make that two great heroes. Silent Killer and Godfather. I mean she's only a kid but damn do I have a lot of respect for that girl", I mutter to myself as I munch away on the pop corn.

"What's that Cathy?", Gina calls from somewhere inside. For a moment, I look around, wondering who the hell Cathy is but I soon realize that's my name. Rather fake name.

"Oh nothing Gina", I reply turning my attention back to the screen.

"Oh I see talking to yourself again I see?", she yawns as she enters the living room. She settles herself on the rocking chair.

What do old people see in that chair?

Beats me dude! Beats me!

"It's a reflex action", I answer and she chuckles.

"Oh Cathy! I'm beginning to think that everything you do is a reflex action. First your whistling, second your lip biting, third your self talking, fourth your  hair twirling and the list goes on", she says, giving a toothy grin.

I tilt my lips upward, in an attempt to smile but my cheeks hurt from the pain while my eyes water a bit. Oh boy! I can't even give a fake smile. I may be good at lying but definitely not acting.

To lie perfectly, aren't I in a way acting? Ugh!

"Well when you watch someone like Jemima Valerian, you holding back yourself is next to impossible", I say but frown as I notice fear written all over her face.

"Ugh! You're so dramatic Gina. Relax and breathe, your eyes are like saucers right now. Besides, it's not like she's going to dagger her way out of the TV screen", I say rather irritatingly.

"Cathy dear...", she pauses and I cringe at the endearment. Ugh!

"Don't ever be so brash. She's a spoilt brat who has no regard for anyone", Gina says with disgust laced in her tone.

I angrily get up and leave the room to the backyard. Who does she think she is?

A philantrophist.

Yes I know but that doesn't give her the right to bad mouth my favorite celebrity. Ugh!

I spot the football in the garage and kick furiously at the fence. All I want is just to live a normal life and play internationally. Is that too much to ask?

Curse the person who killed Asher? Maybe if I had listened to mother I'd be a graduate of psychology by now. Is It so wrong I want to follow my passion?

"I've been here for two weeks. I need to leave this goddamn place". I mutter to myself as usual.

"If my father hadn't died in that stupid Mafia riot that happened in London, perhaps I'd have been free from all this misfortunes upon misfortunes. Oh who am I kidding? His fucking money didn't help me while he was alive. Curse you dad but I still love you anyway". I mutter as I practice my bicycle kick with the ball.

"It's almost Christmas, I need to go see mother. I don't know why she moved back to America. England was just fine. Thank heavens I still have that green card from that Wilder guy".

"Okay I have seriously gotta curb the way I talk to myself. Someone might see me and think I'm a psychopath"

For some unforseen reason, I start laughing at the last word. 'Psychopath'. Oh wow! I really am my best comedian.

Anyway, After my little escapade from the jail six years ago, I went back home and promised mother I'll always come visit her every Christmas. I had to make her promise not to tell anyone I came back.

Then seven months later, I received a devastating news. Mr Finn Montero, my father had died in a Mafia raid. I wept uncontrollably and it took all my willpower not to run home and find solace in my mother's bossom.

I swore not to let my predicament get the better of me by ruining me so I put on a happy facade. But beneath the happy facade is hatred. Hatred so strong for humanity it can burn down a country.

Maybe hatred is a bit of a strong word. I'm just hopeless.

"Well now I'm tired of kicking the ball". I sneakily enter the house and find Gina sleeping.

"It's still dawn why is she sleeping?", I groan.
"Well good for me".

I go inside the room and stare at the girl in the mirror. I look so fake. The blonde haired girl isn't me. With a heavy sigh, I remove the wig and stuff it in the fireplace. I watch it go up in flames.

I remove the contact lens and throw it in the fire. There that's better.

My skin is still too pale, my grey eyes is like grey clouds. My hand is callused, my fingers are stubby and my fingernails aren't trimmed and they are dirty. In other words, I'm a horrible sight to behold.

Hopefully, no one recognizes me. Just to be on the safe side, I wear a scarf and throw on some shades.

I carry my mini back pack Gina got for me and head for the door. But before I go, why don't I leave a note? I am certainly not that callous.

"Thanks for accommodating me Gina. Australia is a nice country.
PS: your pies are amazing. Gone for errands. Don't think about me
                                                    Love Cathy"

I giggle at the closing complimentary. The last two words are definitely a lie. I certainly didn't love the old woman and my name isn't Catherine or Cathy.

But I am grateful for her accommodation. When this is over, I will repay her.

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"Oh cheese crackers! My feet are killing me".

I mutter breathlessly as I enter the the bowling arcade. I sit down and order literally everything on the menu. Food really is the answer to everything.

"Would you just let me bowl?"

A voice across the room yells. Please not now, I need peace to eat this beautiful beautiful lasagna.

"For fucks sake, I don't need security I just want to bowl" the voice shouts again.

Oh come on!

I look up with my mouth full and nearly choke. I had to down a whole can of Pepsi.

It's Eric Wilder. Ethan Wilder's son! The billionaire's son! I am talking about the richest man in the business son.  The owner of the most used electronic gadget. The founder, CEO and owner of Wilnic! The maker of Wilnic phones, computers, Laptops, Refrigerators, TVs, you name it. Anything that has to do with appliances, Wilnic has got you covered. If you're looking for the best product in terms of electronic gadgets, Wilnic has got you covered.

Damn!

Drink water Samantha and breathe!

I knew that fucking Green card rang a bell.

Ethan Wilder is the world's most famous billionaire. The richest man in the world! Owning massive companies in every nook and cranny all over the world.

Asher Hudson was second to him but Ethan is second to none.

Fuck! I can't get over this shock.

What would his son, Eric Wilder be doing in a bowling arcade? And surrounded by securities?

I swallow the food in a rather unlady like manner and study him.

He is what you would describe as averagely good looking.
Yeah he is not attractive in anyway, to me at least.

From my seat, I can see his eyes subtly, he has eyes as clear as night. He has perfectly tanned skin, an auburn hair. No, he is not physically good looking. The only thing I find attractive in him is his money. Surely the Billionaire's only son is loaded.

Reflexively, I glance at his legs.

Oh! My! Cheesecakes!!!! He is wearing a normal jean but damn I bet those legs are hot. Now I find two things attractive in him? Ugh!
I groan physically face palming. Why do I have a leg fetish?

I glance at the security team.

The security team, a team of five men and five women, look at each other skeptically before allowing him to go bowling.

Looks like someone needs another escapade. I smirk as I finish the last piece of meatball. I down my soda and move to the arcade wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I give a low burp before feeling the heat rush up to my ears in embarrassment.

I hope no one saw that.

"Woah that was some nice meal", I mutter to myself

"Wanna play?", I ask holding the bowling ball.

"Sorry miss but you're not allowed to come near..."

"He's a grown man and doesn't need bunch of good for nothings sticking up his ass"

Bad first impression girl. Damn get a grip!

"Wow you've got sass. Anyway, it's okay. It's just bowling."

The man grudgingly approves.

"So who are you?", he asks taking the first shot.

"I am nobody", I reply taking the the second shot.

"Who..."

"I'll answer all your questions as soon as we leave this place. Looks like you could use a little bit of an escapade". I say while whispering.

"Am I that much of an open book?"

"Likely"

"Well how are we going to get past these men and do you mind removing your shades and scarf?"

"Ugh you ask too many questions now watch and follow my lead", I say moving towards the exit.

"Hey excuse me you haven't paid", the waiter shouts. Securities move to catch me but with my quick thinking, I grab a doughnut and throw it at him.

"FOOD FIGHT!!!!", Eric shouts and the restaurant erupts in haywire and uproar.

Okay... He did not just shout 'food fight' in such primal way.

I grab Eric's hand and we make our escapade out of the restaurant.

Oh my gosh! I am holding hands with a famous person?

We giggle and run towards the road.

"Not so fast"

A/N

Author: oh boy! What now?

Samantha: why don't you tell us?

Eric: finally I'm in the show.

Author: is it me or this chapter was boring.

Samantha: and error filled.

Author: why you little... Anyways just do the honors.

Samantha: whatever. Hey lovely readers. Thank you so much for taking your time to read my story and don't forget to vote.

Love you all. ❤ 😍 😘