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59. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR
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A TWENTY SOMETHING 60. TAINTED
HANA "She would do good at Wildwood??" I stared at the men before me in pure horror. I know self-defence. But there's no way I can outdo them, not with Seb in my hands. He started to stir. It's high time he wakes up from his nap. He would start to cry and it would make things only worse. "She is not to be touched," Bash said in a controlled mechanical voice. Yet, hope bloomed inside my chest. He will help me. I still couldn't believe that he didn't feel anything for me. Of course, he doesn't. If he did, he wouldn't have done what he had done in the first place. I don't know what should I be terrified of- at Bash or at men who casually assessing if I would fit in one of their brothels or not? "I will not let you put a woman in brother for spreading her legs on my bed." I heard Bash said to his father. I close my eyes, trying not to be affected by his words and already grieving them all at the same time. He left leaving me all alone with these men. H
A TWENTY SOMETHING 61. RETURNING HOME
HANA I finally held my Seb, not because he was crying, not because he was afraid. He is still asleep after Bash coaxed him into sleep. I hold him because I need something to hold on to. Bash made a few phone calls. Someone, wearing a black mask came into the room and cleaned the mess I had made. Even Greta was a part of it. She glared at me. But she carried out Bash's orders perfectly. His actions were robust. An hour passed, and the room became as good as before. It didn't look like a place where someone was killed. It is as clean as before. I didn't know how. Because there are only things three that played in my mind; me under him, Bash above him, slashing his throat, and Seb crying alone on the bed. "Hana, snap out of it." Bash's words brought me back to reality. I focused on his eyes, watching the concern for the first time in a year and a half. "You don't know anything. You didn't do anything. Nothing happened here, and you didn't even get out of the room. Print these words
A TWENTY SOMETHING 62. OH,HI,AHMET
HANA I watch as three angry faces stare at me. I focused on only the person in the wheelchair. I wanted to tell so many things, show so many videos, and need to vent out a lot. All I could say was, "I am sorry." "She is bedridden for another month. But she wouldn't listen." Mateo whispered in my ears. An old woman whom I saw in one of the pictures Shalini posted years ago, stood behind Shalini, her grip on her wheelchair tightened with every passing second. "They are her parents. They saw a photo of us it seems. They won't stop crying about how he looked so much like their lost son." Mateo explained. I nodded my head as Shalini looked at her mother and the woman immediately took Seb from my hands. The couple looked at him in awe as Shalini's eyes teared up at Seb. She caressed her cheek, lovingly. How I wanted to see them like this in the last three months now. "He looks so much like Sebastian." Her mother whispered. I tried hard not t
A TWENTY SOMETHING 63. GONNA KIDNAP HIM
HANA "Delirdin mi? Git ve ölecek başka bir Kamyon bul?" (Have you gone mad? Go find another truck to die.) The truck driver yelled at me. He did pull over instead of running over me. But Ahmet was fast. "Daha hızlı olmalıydın." (You should have been faster). I countered. "You realise that it is your fault, right?" Ahmet pinned me with his stare. I hate how I have to lift my head to look at him. It's not the lifting I hate though. It is a fact that the person before me was not Bash but someone of the same height. The driver cursed under his breath and climbed back into his truck. The engine roared to life, and he left. "It is not a movie. The driver had stopped his Truck." I tried to defend. But Ahmet gave that look again, a look that I used to give to spoiled little brats at the parties my mom forced me to attend. "Care to explain why you pulled a stunt like that?" He asked me. "Care to explain why are you guardi
A TWENTY SOMETHING 64. SECRETARY
HANA It's funny how I thought I forgot how I used to feel when I was with him. But memories flooded into my mind again. The pillow he threw at me because I was using my phone instead of sleeping, the mug he used to drink coffee on my bed while staring out of the window, the warmth around my ankle when he held it to check the shoe size, the way the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way he raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his face with his sleeves and every little thing came back to me, striking me like a hurricane and swept me to the world where we were together, walking hand in hand. I wasn't just happy then. I was free. I felt young. I felt someone who was in her twenties, and I felt valued. This world and life made sense with him by my side. I shouldn't be so co-dependent like that. But for someone who resented everything and everyone in the world, Bash made a difference. Now I realized why he acted the way did in our final days. Every touch
A TWENTY SOMETHING 65. REJECTION
HANA Bash pinned me with the same cold stare he gave me the last time we met. Even in that coldness, I found comfort in his green eyes, green like the ocean, like a forest, like home, like the universe, my universe. "Mr. Merrick. Good morning." I gave him my best professional smile. Dhalia smiled, tucking the strands of her blond hair behind her ears. "She is Hana Levine. I think you should be acquainted with each other since she will be replacing me starting next month." She waited, interlinking her hands together while moments passed as Bash and I stared at each other. His eyes hardened as he stared at the chain around my neck. My maroon blouse has a boat neck with the chain tucked inside it. For others, it would be a normal chain. But Bash knows its significance. Dhalia cleared her throat to gain attention. Bash averted his eyes from my chain and focused on Dhalia. "You are fired." He tells her and goes back to doing what he had been doing; typ
A TWENTY SOMETHING 66. THE BLURRED LINES
HANAA GLOWING APPRECIATION LETTER. How does it look like? What would Bash write for secretary whose name he hardly remembers? I wrote down a list. She makes an excellent coffee. She walks briskly, saving your time. She is a fast talker. This is exhausting. How the hell I write a glowing appreciation letter on paper while Bash had the hold of my system and phone? I will fail it. This is the first task he gave me. I’ve decided to stay no matter how cruelly he acts. A pic of my Seb is all it took me to boast my shrinking confidence. I didn’t leave him for nothing. But this, writing a glowing appreciation letter for Dhalia is going to be the end of me. Am I the same person who thought I could be a writer when I was a teen just because I hated the writing style of an author? I look at my watch. Not only did he ask me to draft this without using internet, Bash gave me an hour to finish this. I never saw an appreciation letter in my life, forget about a gl
A TWENTY SOMETHING 67. A MONTH
HANA When I returned from the terrace, Ashley was talking with Dhalia. I don't know why she has returned because Bash wasn't in his office. Dhalia looks like she is pleading with her for something. Ashley shook her head. Then all of a sudden, she kicked Dahlia's shin. She yelped in pain and Ashley gave her a disgusting look. I rushed towards them, holding Dahlia's shoulder. "You alright?" She gave me a fake smile as if what just happened was not a big deal. "It's fine." She tells me. "I know you from somewhere." Ashley took a step forward. She doesn't look so beautiful anymore. I took a step forward, folding my hands across my chest. "You will remember me from now on." She looked me up and down. "I don't think so." Then she sauntered back to the elevator and I quickly rushed to Dahlia's side. "Let me see your leg." "No," She swats my hand away. "It's kinda embarrassing." She murmured. "It's Ashley who should be embarrassed. I
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