Elijah Smith...It took me an entire hour to get from the intersection where the accident happened to the hospital Piglet and his partner took my wife to.The entire drive there, I was fuming. The image of my wife in her bloody dress kept popping in my head. This morning when she came to my study, I was taken back by her beauty. She looked so elegant with her long dress and her silver blond hair tied on top of her head.The sight of her was so mesmerizing that I almost dropped everything I needed to do and went with her.Seeing her in her blood socked dress and unconscious truly messed with me.The traffic didn't help either.By the time I got to the hospital, I was agitated. When I got out of my car, I saw Piglet's partner standing by their car, leaning on the side door with a cigarette between his fingers.The second he saw me, the detective narrowed his eyes at me. Without saying a word, I walked past the detective and made my way in to the hospital. After asking the nurse a
I held on to the steering wheel as tight as I could, trying to keep my focus on the road instead of the woman sitting next to me.I kept my eyes to myself until we reached a red light. Once I stopped the car, I finally allowed my eyes to move to her.Ella was sitting with her arms wrapped around herself. Her small figure was swimming in my suit jacket.The image of the scars on her skin popped in my head, forcing me to quickly move my eyes away from her.My hands tightened around the steering wheel to the point that my knuckles turned white.I wanted to know what happened to her. I wanted to know who gave her those scars. I wanted to know who stole her voice from her.When the light turned green, I drove past it and carried on to the Mansion.The second I'd made it in to my car, I'd called Dante to send Doctor Morgan to my place. Because Dante was a safety freak, he was the only one who knew how to contact the old doctor.If someone needed the doctor after a sudden attack and Dante wa
Ella Williamson...I sat on top of the covers with my back pressed against the headboard and watched the old man look through his suitcase."How are you feeling, Mrs. Smith?" The old man asked.It still felt weird to be called by Elijah's last name.When I didn't give the old man a reply, he turned his eyes to me."Mrs. Smith?" The doctor called out again and I nodded my head.The old man pushed his large glasses up the bridge of his nose with his pointing finger before he stepped closer to the bed.For the next hour, the old man examined every single cut and every single bruise. He took the order Elijah gave seriously and made sure that there was nothing seriously wrong with me." Your cuts will heal and your bruises will go away on there own." The doctor commented. "You don't seem to have any broken bones, which is a miracle. I saw the car you were in and I was very worried you might be in a bad condition." He added.I nodded my head again."You're going to need a lot of rest
Elijah Smith...I turned the lights on and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. The fact that I couldn't listen or see what was happening in the bathroom bothered me.I glanced at the third door in my room, wondering if I should go in and check on Ella through the cameras.The one thing that was stopping me was the conversation I had with Doctor Morgan.After the old man did his check up on my wife, most of what he said was positive. He advised that she should rest and take more fluids, and he also advised me to take good care of my wife.But most of all, his comment on her scars were what kept popping in to my head the rest of the day."If I may add a few things about your wife..." Doctor Morgan had commented after he gave me a clear report of my wife's condition. "Is the scar on her neck a reason why she doesn't speak?" His question was raised after finding out that my wife was a mute."It could be." Was the reply I chose to give the old man.Doctor Morgan went deep in his
Ella Williamson...I stared down at our joined hands with a frown. I honestly didn't know how to feel about the small interaction I had with Elijah in the bathroom. Seeing him so calm but not cold was truly confusing and strange... It was also comforting for some reason.I focused on his gentle grip on my hand so I would chase the bad voices out of my head.Elijah led me to the walk in closet."You should change, and we should probably return the gown to the hospital." Elijah commented as he walked me over to my part of the closet.He let go of my hand and stepped aside for me to chose my clothes.I chose a sweatshirt I usually wear to bed along with wide sweatpants and a black scarf to cover my neck.I glanced at Elijah with my clothes in my hands and saw that he was staring at me.I didn't want him to see me change, that would be weird."What?" Elijah asked.I looked down at my clothes and then back at him. Holding the clothes to my chest with my left hand, I pointed towards the do
For the following few days after the car accident, I spent most of my time hidden in Elijah's room. Dalinda brought all of my meals up to Elijah's room, which I enjoyed all on my own.As Doctor Morgan had promised, my wounds have been healing and my bruises have been slowly disappearing.The pain in my body was slowly going away as I took most of my time resting.Sure, the days were long and boring, but the nights were pretty enjoyable.I've seen more of Elijah in the last few night than I have since we were married.He would ask me how my day was and I would write that it was fine. Our interactions were still strange for me as Elijah suddenly changed.What hasn't changed though, was the nightmare.It visited me in my sleep almost every night, reminding me of the cruel events that changed my life for the worse six years ago.Each night, I woke up struggling against Elijah's arms. My husband would try to calm me down, but when it wouldn't work, he would take my hand and lead me out o
When Elijah said this was going to be a formal dinner party, he was not joking. The mood in the large dining room felt more like a meeting instead of a dinner party.Everyone sat around the dining table, filling each chair.At the head of the table, a scary man sat. Elijah had greeted the man by his name, letting me know that the man's name was Dante.I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before and I know that it was a name to be feared.Even if I didn't know his name, the mere fact that he was sitting at the head of the table in the Williamson's Mansion instead of my grandfather, spoke a lot.Dante was sitting at the head of the table.On his left, My grandfather Albert sat with My mother. Since my Grandfather and mother didn't have a life partner anymore, they represented the Williamson's family name.Next to them, Jacopo Nicolo sat with my sister Elizabeth, who's been glancing our direction since we sat down.To Dante's right, Elijah and I sat next to each other, making me underst
Elijah Smith...It took about thirty minutes for the cook to make my wife her dinner. I felt bad enough for having to take her out with such a short notice, I was not going to have her sit around the table and watch others eat.The entire situation puzzled me. I'd already assumed that there was some kind of tension between Ella and her family. My assumption was getting stronger after I heard the short conversation Ella had with her sister in the bathroom and the camera feed Cane managed to get his hands on.But inviting her home and forcing her to sit with her arms crossed was the final draw.When the food arrived in front of Ella, I saw that the cook had made her egg fried rice."I truly apologize for the mistake." The cook bowed his head before he left my wife's side and walked around the large table to give Elizabeth a plate with the same food as Ella's on it.I looked at Elizabeth curiously.I was sure I'd seen her eat before I called the Williamson's out, and now