Fear - III

~Back at the cafe~

Her soul left her body and life evaporated out of it.

Adrian broke their stay and moved towards the door with his henchmen following closely behind him.

She kept on staring at the doors, feeling the fear of life because of the father he could walk in any moment now or do the worst thing he could do.

"Joyce?" George snapped his fingers in front of her face. "What's wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost."

A ghost? That was not the worst thing she could have seen. In fact, She would have preferred to see a supernatural entity instead of whom she had seen earlier.

"Nothing," she answered him, still pretty shaken up. "Do you want to go out for the main course?"

"I'd like that," George winked Before sliding out of the booth and holding his hand out to her. "Come on, let's go."

With a smile, Joyce left her hand face to face before walking out of the donut shop with him.

She felt herself calm down slowly with how George continued to talk about what happened in his class today. It was miraculous how one person had enough power to calm her down instantly.

Miraculous and scary.

******

By the time she took the tube home, she started to panic again. What if Adrian Murphy had called her father and told him that she was on a date with a boy? There was no other friend with them and since she was with just person of the opposite gender, it would definitely seem like a date.

If that were to happen, her father would kill her and then ask her body questions.

There was one thing that he had specifically told her after high school when she had joined a college that she was not to get near any boy under any circumstances. It was a hard and fast rule that everyone in the family had to follow as a girl especially her, daughter of the boss.

The very thing that she had broken in the first year.

The very thing that would definitely get her killed.

Entering into her always silent home, Joyce for once thought that she would appreciate some hustle and bustle that would mean things were normal. But the silence was how things were in her home. Her father liked it this way.

She first made a pet stop in the kitchen. At least if her mother never she would let her know that she was in trouble. Instead of finding her mother in the kitchen, she found her mother with a glass of white wine and a cookbook.

Joyce tilted her head to the side and stayed at the house from the door frame. A cookbook and a glass of mine meant everything was fine and she was going to prepare a good Irish dessert for her father and her children.

So… Everything was normal.

Blinking repeatedly, she begged away slowly and silently before going up the stairs to change.

At Times, she feared that they could smell George on her, which is why she always preferred to take a bath the moment she came home.

Joyce soaped and scrubbed her body thoroughly. Once She was satisfied with the results, she came out dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple tank top.

Her eyes immediately went to her phone that she had left on charging and noticed a missed call on the screen of an unsaved number.

The same number who just sent her a text message that popped up on her screen. She clicked on her,

'Ms sullivan,

I hope you realise that mistake you caught today saved me from a loss of £5 million. I would like to thank you personally And would like to return the favour in any way you find comfortable.

Sincerely, Adrian Murphy.

Address—"

"Address!" She shrieked at the name of the destination along with the time he had allotted to her tomorrow.

Jesus Mary Joseph.