LOGINAnd even as those words that Isla had escaped and tried to kill Ivy rang in Zoe's mind, she didn't seem so moved as everyone would have expected her to be. All the doors that led to Malcolm’s house were closed tightly and had been shut for days, so she didn’t think too much about it. She just hoped that Ivy would not die amid everyone’s sadness. After she dropped the call and reassured her doubtful mother that she would come, Zoe had a hot and steamy bath, where she scrubbed herself so much that she felt a little relieved. Afterward, she wore one of Malcolm’s shirts, which still had his scent, and went straight to the kitchen because she was starving. The fridge was full of the food and fruits Jasmine and Justine brought which she knew she would not finish by herself in the next two weeks, so she heated a portion of food, and set two plates. She made a meal for herself and Malcolm because making food for both of them felt like an act of faith, and a way to hold on.She moved through
When help got to Ivy the night Isla stabbed her, things had gotten ugly already. She was found on the floor, lifeless and unconscious and had lost so much blood already. Thanks to the police officer that had called right when Isla ambushed her, they were able to bring an ambulance straight away and take her to the hospital immediately. However, it was crazy. The surgeons had worked for three straight hours trying to suture every stabbed spot while using pints and pints of blood, trying to save her level. Her head, face, arm, side, back, and shoulder had been mercilessly massacred by Isla whose aim was to murder her, and it was almost hopeless because Ivy barely had any strength to fight for her life while unconscious. The news had reached Justine that night, and somehow she had found her way to the hospital, telling the police that she was her guardian but it was not believable. They had no ties whatsoever. With the hospital heavily guarded by the police, Justine returned home to
It had been more than a day since Isla vanished from the hospital and the news about her escape had been trending on every media channel, radio update, television headlines, as well as passed on orally from person to person to all those who cared to listen.“Isla Meyer, dangerous and unstable, escapes from the hospital and is on the run-a prize tag for whoever gives the police accurate information about her whereabouts.” News anchors clamored endlessly, after the police authorities placed a bounty on her head, as every inch and corner of the city trembled with her name. Yet somehow, she managed to slip through every search perimeter from cab to cab, because not many citizens truly were on the lookout. Pain almost drove Isla insane while she remained on the run, and it was as if her wounds were trying to split under strain as her stitches ragged, with the gauze getting sodden with blood and water. Her ribs ached with every breath, and her urinary bag tugged at her thigh in the most h
The only sound that could be heard was that of the life-supporting machine.Beep... beep... beep…It sounded steadily with the same rhythm, which was the only thing that indicated the life that was still to be upheld in the silent, sun-drenched room. It was a sound that Edward hated so much because it felt like a futile hope, and yet it was the only thing keeping him sane. For three weeks, it had been his companion, tormentor, and only thread of hope.The room, a master suite of a private vacation home, perched on a high, remote cliff overlooking the ocean, was where Malcolm Meyer lay, on the huge master bed, motionless, pale, with shallow breaths that were strained. Tubes were running through, in and out of his body, and a huge bandage covered the entry wound of gunshots that were on his chest, arm, leg, and head. Edward, whom he had called a few minutes before the hit happened, had not slept well since the night of the ambush. He had been the one who found him, half-dead, blood-
It had been five days since Isla had been admitted to the hospital. She lay perfectly still, her eyes half-closed, while listening to the rhythm of her own heartbeat through the machines as the smell of the hospital antiseptic which she hated so much, burned her nostrils. She lay still on the bed, with her left leg cuffed to the rail of the bed, while her right hand was trapped by the IV needle that was passed into her body. The only thought that filled her head at that moment, was the one she had overheard that the police were coming to interrogate her the next day. And from there, it was only a matter of time before she would be thrown in prison. Before her life would end totally. And even now, her life felt ruined already. She was stuck with a urinary bag till whenever.With the anger and pain burning fiercely in her heart, she remained still, while waiting patiently with every inch of her. She had been waiting and watching, while taking note of the time the officers standing gu
The news that Isla Meyer had been found in a terrible state had spread around the hospital, and the nurses all hesitated to approach or treat her, whispering about who she was, as the infamous Meyer daughter who had murdered people. Though the police officers kept her restrained and cuffed to the bed, the health practitioners still managed to think of crazy ways that she could use to come at them, and some even thought it was better for the criminal to go peacefully in death. However, she still had so much to confess to, and the police pleaded that she had to be kept safe. When Isla finally woke up after being unconscious for days, everything felt so different and delicate, with every muscle in her body trembling from the aftermath of everything she had gone through. When she tried to sit up, pain lanced through her body which was mapped with bruises, and her bones which were broken from incessant beatingThe mirror in the room showed a gaunt, hollow-eyed face that she didn't rem







