JESSICAI stare up at a grinning Charlotte, unable to move or do anything to save myself, even though her intent is very clear. Something tells me that this can’t be real and that she’s in prison somewhere paying for her crimes, but still, she’s in front of me, and there’s no denying it.This time, I’m still in a hospital, but the circumstances are different. I’m not recovering from surgery this time around. Instead, I’m here to deliver my baby, and Charlotte is the doctor attending the delivery.I stare up at her in disbelief, willing my mouth to open. My mouth does open, but nothing, not even a whisper comes out of it. My stomach is shooting out almost obscenely, and I can see the movements of my baby, but I can’t feel anything.Charlotte moves closer and smiles down at me, placing her hand on my belly and smiling almost fondly as she rubs my belly tenderly, but there is nothing tender in her eyes. The door opens and I almost slump in relief. Someone is here, someone who will stop w
CHARLESTo my great relief, Bianca leaves my house the morning of the next day after I threaten her. I wasn’t kidding with the threat though. I know that I haven’t heard the last of her though, but at least, for now, I will have some rest. On my day off, I fly over to see Sebastian at his house. We heartily exchange pleasantries, and I play with his son, who is almost one for a while. His wife Carol, is around, as are her dad and my stepmother, who are seeing each other and are even almost at the stage where they’ll get married.Unfortunately, Thomas’s estranged wife, Belinda is making a nuisance of herself and making the whole thing difficult for them. Still, they love each other, and their love waxes strong by the day. Dinner that night is a boisterous and lively affair.After dinner, Sebastian and I go to the garden, where we talk about everything and nothing, from business to sports and other trivial things. Finally, he asks about my private life.“What’s going on with you nowada
CHARLESI fly back home from Sebastian’s place a dejected man. His loyalties lie with Jessica, which I respect, after all, they’ve known each other far longer than I have known any of them. He has a point too. There’s every possibility that Jessica’s dislike of me came back full force after we got back on land.It may have nothing to do with what Meghan told her. The very night I come back from Sebastian’s place, I get a call from the hospital in the middle of the night. However, it’s not the hospital in which I work. The person on the line informs me that there’s an emergency and I need to come over to the hospital ASAP.They then give me directions to the hospital and get off the line without answering any of my questions. I’m tempted to ignore the call, after all, I don’t know anyone who could need emergency treatment, but the person on the line - it sounded like a teenager - had been hysterical, so I dress up and head over to the address that the person gave.When I get to the hos
Before I leave for Sebastian’s mother’s place, I call Samantha for the last time, already resigned to the fact that she would not take my call. The last time I called her, a man answered the call and then Samantha had come and taken the phone from him, explaining that he was her boyfriend.It stings a little that she’s abandoned me all because of a man, and while I understand and appreciate the fact that she’s in love, I don’t understand why that means that she has to cut off all her friends. To my surprise, she picks up my call, and even sounds quite cheery on the phone.So I tell her that I’m going to stay with Sebastian’s mom for a while, just in case she decides to visit me unannounced at any time, something that she’s fond of doing. I’m surprised when she calls me a few days later and begins to ask me the details of my journey, such as at what time I’ll be at the airport and what time my flight is leaving.When I ask her why she’s asking me such questions, she informs me that she
CHARLESThe way Samantha kept insisting that I follow her to the state where she intended to stay with her friend was very suspicious, to say the least. When I asked her why she was so particular about it, her reason was that I need to know where she is going to be staying in case of any emergency, and I bought that excuse hook, line, and sinker.Her sister went back to school the day after Samantha was admitted to the hospital, saying that she had a series of tests to write, but it was obvious that she wanted to escape her sister’s razor-sharp mouth. I don’t blame her at all. Actually, I feel quite sorry for the poor kid.On the day she left, she had asked Samantha for some money in a shaky voice that was full of fear. I wasn’t surprised when the latter snapped at her and asked her if she was blind and could not see that she was hospitalized. In the end, I had given the kid more than enough money, waved away her profuse thanks, and sent her on her way.I strongly suspect that Samanth
JESSICAThe audacity of this man to even say all these mean things to me has me opening my mouth in shock as we stare angrily at each other. Who the hell does he think he is to talk to me like that when he is a lying, cheating asshole?“You know what? Fuck you. The world does not revolve around you, and neither do I live to serve you, fulfill your wishes, or please you. The fact that we had sex a few times does not give you the right to start stalking me like a creep.” I tell him hotly, the hurt and anger that I had no idea that I had been nursing all this while coming to the surface immediately. I wonder if I’m imagining the hurt look on Charle’s face.“Wow!”“Yeah. It was just sex, and if I knew that you had a fiancée, I sure as hell would never have had sex with you. You’re a terrible liar and a cheat, and I feel really sorry for any woman who is associated with you.” I tell him, noting that people were staring at us, but I’m too angry to care.Maybe if he had shown a little remors
JESSICA"I thought you were … I mean … I should have asked questions instead of just running off in anger. I didn’t know that … oh, God! I’ve been so stupid. You must think the worst of me.” I say, getting worked up. It’s my haywire hormones at work, I know.“It’s okay. You had your reasons. I’m just glad that we cleared everything up. How have you been, Jessica? I really missed you.” Charles tells me, his tone dropping an octave and sending shivers down my spine. Although he looks kind of gaunt now that I appraise him carefully, he’s still easily one of the most handsome men that I’ve ever known. Handsomeness runs in their family, it seems. For a split second, I imagine how handsome, or beautiful my child is going to be. It occurs to me that I will have to tell Charles about the baby sooner rather than later, and I fleetingly wonder how that is going to go down.“I’ve been fine. And you?” “I’ve been okay, more or less.” He replies, and for a second, an unreadable expression comes o
I wonder if I’m the only one who is thinking that there is something weird about the way she’s staring at us, but when I glance at Charles, I can see how uncomfortable he looks. He’s sweating profusely all of a sudden, and he’s staring at Samantha with what I can only term a pleading look, while the look on her face changes to one of defiance and smugness. Neither of them looks in the least bit surprised to see the other.“Um, what’s going on here?” I ask, at last, becoming very uncomfortable with the whole thing.“What’s up, girl?” Sam asks, ignoring my question.“I’m fine. This is Charles, although I think you already know him from the way you two are behaving.”“Oh, I know it’s Charles, trust me, I know,” Sam replies, with a sly smile. The smile reminds me of that of a cunning snake that I had read about in a picture book when I was about seven or so. Somehow, I know that what I’m about to hear is not going to be pleasant in the least bit.“Okay … why’re you acting weird? Charles,
JESSICASix months later, it still feels like a dream that it's finally over. But life is finally getting back to normal, or at least it’s finally getting back to what I think normal should be, and it’s blissful. I can go out any time I want, go wherever I want, and do whatever I feel like doing without having to watch my back.I have my loving family, both my immediate and extended ones. By extended, I mean Sebastian and his family, along with Mrs. James, of course. They’re the only family that I’d ever want or need. My brother, who had been estranged from me for a very long time, despite all my efforts to reach out to him over the years, finally reached out to me three days after the whole Charlotte saga.He’s a stranger to me now though, and I don’t consider him family, although once, I worshipped the ground on which he walked. He had literally raised me up until my teenage years when he disappeared without a single word. Now that I know the reason why he disappeared, I'm glad he d
“I don’t want either of us to get hurt, Charlotte. If I try to grab the gun, one of us will surely get hurt, or wind up dead. You still have enough time to run if you don’t want the police to catch you.” Charles tells his sister after about two minutes or so of them going back and forth.The pain in my knee is beginning to be unbearable, but I struggle with all that is in me to swing my legs as silently as possible from the bed. My legs feel rubbery, as though they belong to someone else, but I know that it is now or never. If I fail, Ava might not grow up with her father, mother, or both of them.Although every muscle in my body is in protest, I struggle to move silently, and I’m almost all the way to where Charlotte is when all hell breaks loose. She’s backing me, while Charles is facing me, so he obviously sees me trying to move to where they are, but he pretends not to and continues to engage Charlotte.However, she must have noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, or maybe
"You’re joking, right? I mean, how is that even possible.” Charles asks in bewilderment. From his expression, and the tone of his voice, it is clear that he thinks that his sister is batshit crazy, which she obviously is. As for me, I remain silent, not even daring to breathe too loudly, so that Charlotte would not be reminded of my existence.What she is saying is pretty wild to me too. I mean, I haven’t seen or spoken or heard from my brother in well over a decade, and neither do I have any desire to speak to or hear from him, so I don’t know why someone would want to harm me just because of him.“I wish I was joking, because if I were, then my daughter and her father would still be alive, and maybe, just maybe I would have someone to love me too because it’s clear that you don’t give two hoots about me.”“Well, you make it hard to care about you, considering the fact that you go about killing innocent people for no reason other than the fun of it. Wait! What’s this bit about a daug
“What the fuck?! You’re not supposed to be here. How did you get here so fast?” Charlotte asks him, her composure cracking for once. She immediately dives for the gun which she had discarded earlier, and points it at Charles. There’s no need for her to be worried about me, because I’m in no condition to do anything other than lay on the mattress on which she placed me. Charles is not armed, and neither had I thought that he would be, because where on earth would he get a gun in a foreign country? But then, I had expected him to at least come with help, and not just charge in alone, although come to think of it, I should be thankful that he showed up when he did, else, Charlotte might have amputated my leg by now. “I drove like a maniac and no doubt, broke all the laws there are about driving too fast in this country, but I had to get here, considering the fact that you’re hell-bent on obliterating my family.” “How did you find this place?” “By sheer luck, and technology too, plus I
"Get on the bed? Wh … why?”“Don’t ask me questions. Just do as I say.”“What are you going to use all those tools for?” I ask her, backing away as she inches closer. I’m not prepared for the loud bang of a gunshot from the gun in her hand. I don’t hear the sound of the bullet whizzing past me, but I feel it, and my heart jumps into my throat. It takes everything in me not to turn and run out of that building, but I manage to stand my ground.“Next time, you won’t be so lucky. Now, get on the table. If you think you’re stalling long enough for help to arrive, you have another thing coming. You’re never going to be found, and there’s no reception here, so just do as I say and this is going to be a fast, painless experience.” Charlotte orders.Looking at her, one would be forgiven to think that she’s a socialite or a very respectable banker, with her well-pressed clothes and perfect hair, not the mentally deranged criminal that she really is. Still, there’s no way I’m getting into that
"Okay, I don’t want any problems. Please give me my daughter, and we can forget that this ever happened, while you go back into hiding or something. Look, I forgive you for all that you did to me.” I tell Charlotte, my voice wavering so badly, but there is nothing that I can do about it, or about anything.“Ava, isn’t it? She’s a very beautiful baby. She takes after my mother’s side in the looks aspect. My mother was a very beautiful woman, although I can’t say the same about my birth father.”“Yes. She looks just like you and Charles when you were babies. I saw your family pictures.”“You did?” Charlotte asks, sounding genuinely surprised.“Yes. Charles showed me.”“Cool, cool.” She says, still rocking Ava as slowly as though she has all the time in the world. To say I’m confused is an understatement, but I’m starting to relax a teeny tiny fraction.“Please give me Ava, and we’ll both be on our way,” I tell her, wondering what the meaning of all this is. She doesn't seem to be in a h
The road is rough and bumpy, but I’ve turned on all the lights of the car to illuminate my way. Charlotte isn’t making it hard for me to follow her at all, which makes me believe what Charles has said, that she’s leading me into a trap. Anyway, trap or not, I can’t just leave my infant daughter at her mercy, so I have no choice but to follow her.Soon, she branches off into a bushy part, which makes driving even more difficult than it had been when we were still on the gravelly part. It is difficult to follow her closely here, considering that the car I’m driving isn’t made for rough terrains, while the one she’s driving is, and after a while, I lose her, but it is easy to follow her, because of the tracks that her car makes in the bush.My phone keeps ringing all the while I’m chasing Charlotte through the woods. I know this because its lights keep coming on, lighting the dark interior of the car with each call. Finally, I decide to answer it, knowing that it’s Charles who’s calling.
JESSICABy the time I gather my wits about me and rush up the staircase, taking them three at a time, so I can get my phone, I can no longer hear the sound of the car in which Charlotte is getting away with my baby. I speed-dial Charle’s number and rush down the car, grabbing the key to the spare car that we had rented.I send a silent prayer of thanks above that Charles had had the foresight to rent two cars, even though I had kicked against it, saying why would we need two cars, as I felt that it would only bring us unwanted attention. Now, though, I’m grateful for the availability of the car, because I don’t know how I would have gone after Charlotte without it.Charles picks up the phone on the first ring, just as I’m rushing down the stairs in my robe and slippers. There is no time to change into more suitable clothes as my daughter’s life is at stake.“Hel…” Charles begins to say, but I cut him off desperately.“She’s here! Oh, Charles, she’s here, and she has killed the nanny a
CHARLOTTEI’ve barely gotten to where I parked my getaway car when I hear the unmistakable voice of Jessica screaming out Eric’s name in a panic. She has no doubt discovered the lifeless body of her nanny and the fact that her daughter is missing, which means that very soon, she’ll take the bait and follow after me in a bid to recover her daughter.“Sorry, honey. Eric’s body is preparing to stiffen somewhere out there, so he can’t hear you.” I say, laughing gaily to myself. Once everywhere is silent again, I start the car and rev it loudly so that she can hear it and give pursuit.Luckily enough, Charles isn’t around, as the men who were spying on the cabin this evening informed me. Eric had told us that Jessica and Charles were supposed to go to dinner, so the men had been watching the cabin to alert me to when they’ll leave, only for Jessica to stay behind.This was actually better for my plans, as it gave me the chance to lure Jessica alone. Getting into the cabin had been very eas