Pain spreads from the middle of my eyebrows across my front bone, drawing my eyebrows furrowed. I slowly open my eyes. It is at that moment I find myself not inside the van anymore. Instead, I find my surroundings cold, dark, and lonely. It even makes me feel suffocated.
However, just when I am trying to move, I find my body restricted. My boy is tied to a chair, my hands are tied to the back, and my legs are tied to the legs of the chair.
It is at this moment, I know I’m kidnapped.
“Uhm…!”
I try to scream as I struggle to break free, however I find my mouth sealed, probably with a tape. I can’t open my mouth, I can’t yell for help.
I turn to Dylan, “Is there no morale in you? You are on his side even if you know his evil plan?” oh, of course, “For you to choose the vicious side, he must have offered you some huge benefits, hasn’t he? Tell me, what is your reward? Why are you helping him?”Whereas, in a complacent tone, Dylan mentions, “To marry Jamie, of course. Jamie is my trophy.”Now he is telling me he is treating Jamie like his trophy…Fucking Dylan Watkins, how shallow can he be?I switch my eyes to Melonie Myers, “... What about her? Why is she helping him?”Dylan gives Melonie a glance, he then looks up at the air an
The locked chamber is quiet. Quieter than I could ever imagine part of the world could be.All I can hear is the echo of the water dripping, the light bulb buzzing, my thundering heartbeat, my trembling breath, and my low whimper.Tears keep flowing down my face, water keeps running in my nose; my mouth is sealed, I could only scream this loud in my throat; my body and limbs are tied up, I jumped and struggled, yet there is no way for me to break free.Prediction scenes keep flashing across my mind, I can’t help but imagine——how I am going to starve to death, how vanished I’ll be if no ones find me here; how much danger is Jamie and our child are in when I am not around, how Melonie Myers is going to hurt Jamie and our child, how late it is for anyone
We got out of the abandoned cold room and got in Justin’s Bentley right after Justin and Nikki made sure that I am capable of moving on my own.As soon as Justin starts the engine and drives, Nikki opens her laptop and starts to move her fingers all over the keyboard.I put up a curious look, “What are you doing this time?”Nikki mentions, “I detected a bike setting off here earlier before we found you, it seems like that’s Melonie Myers, so, I’m hacking into the GPS system of Melonie Myers’s bike to track her position down.”Justin gives the map on Nikki’s laptop screen a quick glance. Immediately, he figures he recognizes the route.
“S-see our child… die…?”Tears flow down Jamie’s face when she hears Melonie. She widens her eyes and looks at me, just like she is seeking a denial towards Melonie’s statement from me.I shake my head at Jamie, and I try to convince Melonie, “Melonie, please put the knife down… You know you don’t want to do this… Jamie is innocent, the child is innocent, you know you can’t hurt them, or you’ll turn yourself into a criminal…!”Whereas, Melonie laughs, “A criminal? That sounds fine for me, because I will do anything for Andrew. I will do anything to obtain his love even if he wants me to become a murderer!”There, her
“Jamie…”Not knowing how much time has passed, I gradually woke up when I heard myself mumbling.I first feel my senses are unblocked, just like when one who sinks in the ocean for a long time gets back up from the water.The next thing I feel... is my body covered in pain, especially my head.“Umm…”Holding the pain back, slowly, I try to open my eyes.It is the moment when I open my eyes again, bright light seeps into my eyes. I squint into the light, my eyes take quite a while to adapt to the light.
The accident and our loss hasn’t been too kind on us, especially for Jamie. The impact of losing our child hits her heart and mental condition so badly. She had been crying for days, she didn’t eat much. She fainted a few times. She became so tired and weak, that the doctor kept her in the hospital for another few days.Tonight, Jamie is just sitting on the bed, sometimes leaning on my shoulder, imagining how different our life would be if everything never happened, how our life would be if we hadn’t lost our child.What gender will it be? Will it be a little princess? How heavy will she weigh when she is born? Will she look more like Jamie or me? What name will we name her? How will we celebrate her first birthday? How excited will we be when she says her first word or takes her first step? Will she first say mommy
It is almost midnight when I sit in my living room alone, waiting for Jamie’s butler to show up. It is always a quiet night like this that makes people feel lonely, isn’t it? Tears ooze out of my eyes abruptly, they trickle down my face one after another. No matter how many times I wipe them off, no matter how hard I try to stop myself from crying, my tears just won’t stop. I cover my face with my palms to cover my sound, I sob as quietly as I can, not hoping to wake Jamie up. I try to stop myself by clearing my head, yet every quiet moment like this keeps reminding me of the fact that we’ve just lost our child. Our dear child… If you can hear us,
Assuming that it must be Mr. Hurlock behind the door, I unlock the door and open it without peeking through the cateye.I ask as soon as I open the door, “Yes, Mr. Hurlock? Did you forget someth-”However, just when the door is fully opened, the face of the person standing in front of the door is revealed in front of me.It is a lady in black attire, with a bike helmet on her head, her black hair draped over her shoulder, and she holds a knife in her hand.It isn’t Mr. Hurlock, it is...“Hi there, Henry.”“Melonie Myers…”
After a few minutes travelling in my red Lexus LS 500, Jamie and I finally arrived at our destination. After Jamie gets out of the car, I pick up a red velvet box from the glove box and put it in my coat. I then catch her up from behind. It is a big house built next to the beach. The house is fully furnished and renovated. It is ready for people to move in and live in it. I am the architect who designed and built the house, however I haven’t decided what to name it yet. Well, anyway… I first bring Jamie through the garden on the beach, I open the door with the key and we enter the house.
The time is five in the evening. I am back in the office building, sitting on the couch, waiting for the interview session to start in approximately half to one and hour.I grab my phone out and check my messages again.I had made a few calls to Jamie through various ways, she never answered the phone, and now, there is still no sign of Jamie.Weimar is seven hours ahead of Chicago, which means it is twelve at midnight at where Jamie is.It is already the next day in Weimar, and that makes this the second day I lost the sign of Jamie.Weird… This is weird.Jamie never leaves me hanging for m
April 2023. Two years later. It is spring in Chicago again, a time when the florals come back to life again, well so do the people. The warm breeze brings the voile curtains up, allowing the morning sunlight to shower on my white bed through the French windows. That is when I am woken up by the sound of this hectic city. I stand on my balcony in my robe, yawning and stretching my body at the same time. “Good morning, Chicago.” I take a glance at the scenery of the city from the top of this building, I see people and vehicles all over the streets, everyone is ready for work and vac
June, 2021.It had been almost one month since the accidents happened.I was discharged from the hospital, rested at home for a few days, took some medicine, did some simple rehabilitation practice… I am almost fully recovered.The news reported that Melonie Myers was brought into custody by the local police. The police told me that I no longer need to worry about stepping out of my house.Also, it is Wednesday morning, a regular working day for me.And so, I am now back to work at Minerva, no longer as the CEO’s secretary, but as the CEO and the owner of Minerva; no longer in skirt and lipstick, but in suit and tie.
Air flow, machines, birds chirping, and a woman sobbing… Those are the first things that come into my ear when I gradually return to my consciousness.They sound really vague at first, but turn louder after as I slowly open my eyes too.There, I find myself in a ward bed. My face is covered with an oxygen mask. My arms are surrounded by tubes and wires.And, I see someone burying her head in the bed, holding my hand tightly in hers.“I’ve lost our baby… I can’t lose you too, Henry… Please wake up...” she sobbed.Slowly, I raise my other hand, and lay it on her head. I caress her gently, stroking her hair th
Assuming that it must be Mr. Hurlock behind the door, I unlock the door and open it without peeking through the cateye.I ask as soon as I open the door, “Yes, Mr. Hurlock? Did you forget someth-”However, just when the door is fully opened, the face of the person standing in front of the door is revealed in front of me.It is a lady in black attire, with a bike helmet on her head, her black hair draped over her shoulder, and she holds a knife in her hand.It isn’t Mr. Hurlock, it is...“Hi there, Henry.”“Melonie Myers…”
It is almost midnight when I sit in my living room alone, waiting for Jamie’s butler to show up. It is always a quiet night like this that makes people feel lonely, isn’t it? Tears ooze out of my eyes abruptly, they trickle down my face one after another. No matter how many times I wipe them off, no matter how hard I try to stop myself from crying, my tears just won’t stop. I cover my face with my palms to cover my sound, I sob as quietly as I can, not hoping to wake Jamie up. I try to stop myself by clearing my head, yet every quiet moment like this keeps reminding me of the fact that we’ve just lost our child. Our dear child… If you can hear us,
The accident and our loss hasn’t been too kind on us, especially for Jamie. The impact of losing our child hits her heart and mental condition so badly. She had been crying for days, she didn’t eat much. She fainted a few times. She became so tired and weak, that the doctor kept her in the hospital for another few days.Tonight, Jamie is just sitting on the bed, sometimes leaning on my shoulder, imagining how different our life would be if everything never happened, how our life would be if we hadn’t lost our child.What gender will it be? Will it be a little princess? How heavy will she weigh when she is born? Will she look more like Jamie or me? What name will we name her? How will we celebrate her first birthday? How excited will we be when she says her first word or takes her first step? Will she first say mommy
“Jamie…”Not knowing how much time has passed, I gradually woke up when I heard myself mumbling.I first feel my senses are unblocked, just like when one who sinks in the ocean for a long time gets back up from the water.The next thing I feel... is my body covered in pain, especially my head.“Umm…”Holding the pain back, slowly, I try to open my eyes.It is the moment when I open my eyes again, bright light seeps into my eyes. I squint into the light, my eyes take quite a while to adapt to the light.