The Last Laugh

Chapter 23 - The Beginning

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Ace's POV:

~~~~ I'm in the stable, on the floor. I'm hungry and tired. I watch the horses eat and I envy them. My

throat is dry. I don't have portable water to drink. Christina's put a lock on the tap. I have no right to

enter the farmhouse to drink water. No employee wants to help me.

I'm cold and alone. I cry and cry for help. The pain is almost unbearable.

I feel a presence hovering over me. I open my eyes, little Heather. Always so beautiful with her

freckles. She has clear pity for me. She smiles a little to make me feel better. I watch her stretch out a

hand to me. I look at her. She nods, encouraging me to take her hand.

I reach out for her but she disappears, and Christina is in front of me. She let's out an evil laugh,

mocking me.

In a horrible voice, she says:

"You little bastard! You are nothing! Nothing! My daughter is not your level, you ugly snout! Hahahaha!

You will die! Just like your stupid father did! You will die! I'll make sure you do!"

She raises a hand to slap me. I'm afraid. I close my eyes and beg, awaiting the hard slap.

But then, I feel a soft caress against my cheek. I open my eyes. My father!

"Dad?" I cry, unable to believe.

"Sheridan..." he calls.

"Yes, dad. Help me, please." I sob.

"I love you, son. Never forget that."

"Dad, I miss you. Please. I'm maltreated here, please!"

He holds my hand.

"Everything will be alright. I assure you. The best is yet to come."

"Dad, stay with me. I know you died but please stay with me."

"I love you, son. Things never seem the way they are." he starts to walk away.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" I watch him disappear in blinding light. "Nooooooo!" ~~~~

Writer's POV:

Ace woke up in his own sweat. Panting and dizzy. He'd had an odd, terrible dream. A dream that had

brought back all traumatising memories of his childhood.

Ace looked at the time, three in the morning. Places were dark.

His breathing was still raged and his heartbeat had increased.

He felt pain, hatred and frustration.

He got out of bed and went straight to his window to look down at the dark empty streets.

He cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably. He cried like he was about to lose his life. He

cried and gripped his hair, pulling in agony and pain. He felt like shouting in the silence of the night.

He had a pain in the chest. A burden! A revenge to accomplish. He would do it! He would! Even if he

had to do things that he wasn't supposed to do. He would revenge at all costs! He would!

Ace sat on the floor, his hands on his head, sobbing painfully. He missed his dad. He had to know what

exactly happened. Why were his dad's fingers and clothes the only things the sheriff found? Christina!

Christina was surely the one behind his father's death and her own husband's death. He had to find

proof. He hated that woman. He would do anything, even become her friend, just to revenge and get

what was his rightfully.

Ace's POV:

The Welds family was going to pay. Sawyer and her mother. Heather was still an angel to me. She had

always been. I loved her. I had no choice but to love her, even if she'd forgotten me. I wasn't sure but

maybe she had.

Christina had suspended her for a month. I would use this moment in her absence to get closer to her

mother and sawyer. That was the only chance I had because I couldn't get close to them when she'd

be around. I wanted to start showing her that I was interested in her and only her and I couldn't if she

was around while I got Sawyer and Christina into my trap.

Like my dad had said, Christina had always been a lustful woman. I would use that to my advantage.

Her own lust would lead to her downfall. And if Sawyer resembled her so much in character, then it

would be more than easy. Things would change. A lot.

I wiped my tears and went into the bathroom to wash my face. After that, I returned to bed and tried to

get some sleep.

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Monday morning, I got ready for work at six.

Before seven, I was already in my car, heading for the office. I reached and made my way to my office.

As I walked down the hallway, I met with Sawyer. I stopped in front of her.

"Good morning, Sawyer." I said politely with a smile.

She seemed slightly surprised but smiled back.

"G– good morning, Ace."

I looked at her from head to toe.

"You look very beautiful this morning."

She blushed and raised a brow at me.

"So, I'm not beautiful other mornings? Just this one morning in particular?" she asked teasingly, folding

her arms.

"You know you always are." I smirked and she blushed even more, avoiding my eyes. "That's why I

used very, because this particular morning you are very beautiful."

She smirked, clearly loving the compliments. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Thanks. Hm, seems like someone woke up happy this morning." she smiled.

"Why say so?"

"You're all smiley and giving me compliments. Seems like this is the other side of you?"

"Yeah. You like it?" I teased a little. She giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I love." she replied with that little smirk of hers.

"Perfect." I smiled and walked past her to my office. I felt her watching me as I walked away.

Idiot.

'You don't know what's coming, honey. It's just a fucking start. It's too easy.'

I entered my office and dropped my briefcase before collapsing on my chair.

I had to be wise and discreet. I had to get both mother and daughter in my hands without me losing or

pushing away my true heartbeat, Heather. I had to be discreet in a way that both mother and daughter

would not know that I was luring them both.

I hated Christina but I had to, at all cost, succeed in my plans. It was just the start of their downfall like

I'd said earlier.