SAMANTHAFor the third time in a row, the call goes unanswered on the other end. I’m not surprised in the least bit, but I’m more than a little irritated. Jessica is a changed person, who is no different from a hermit now, but even then, it irks me when she refuses to take my calls. We had once been best friends, and I like to think that we still are, so I don’t appreciate her shutting me out of her life the way she’s been doing these past few years.I understand that she’s scarred, but I miss her being in my life, and I won’t stop trying to get her out of her shell. I try her number again, but still, she doesn’t answer the phone.“You look disturbed.” My boyfriend, Tom, whom I’m fast getting tired of, says from where he is lying down on my bed, as naked as the day that he was born. I glance at him impatiently before replying.“It’s nothing, really, and put on some clothes, for chrissakes.”“You weren’t complaining some minutes ago.” He points out, leering at me in a way that annoys me
JESSICAIt doesn’t take long after Charles leaves for me to begin to feel very alone, and even afraid. I don’t know if this island is big enough to get lost on, or if there are any harmful animals like snakes and whatnot, and I sure as hell do not want to be left alone. What if something bites me? Besides, there is safety in numbers. I’m too proud to go after him though. Let him go away if he wants to. It’s going to be his cup of tea if help comes while he is off doing God knows what and probably getting bitten or eaten up by whatever animals there are out there.By late evening, he’s still not back, and that is when I begin to work myself up into a frenzy. I absolutely hate the dark, but even worse, I hate sleeping in it alone. Any company, even Charles,’ is beginning to look heavenly. I mold myself to a tree and count to a thousand, after which I count to two thousand, but he does not come back. Tears of worry, terror, and frustration begin to pour down my cheeks.“Damn him! Damn hi
He comes back about ten minutes later, armed with some stuff that I can’t see in the dark, and carefully sets them in the pouring rain. On closer inspection, I realize that they’re coconut shells, which he has somehow drilled a hole into at the top. To say I’m impressed is an understatement. Once they’re filled up, he sets them carefully aside and comes to sit beside me under the tree. Now that my thirst is satiated, I’m starting to shiver a little.“Don’t worry. Tomorrow will be better, but I hope that we’re found. I found a cave on the other side of the island in which we can take shelter, but it is too late to go there now.”“Sure thing,” I reply through chattering teeth.Tentatively, he puts his arm around me, and I tense at first but relax after a while. The warmth of his body feels good, so I lean into him, sighing a little. The last man I had been physically this close to is Sebastian. We stay like that for a while before Charles speaks.“How did you manage to fall over the rai
JESSICAWe spend that night clinging to the hope that we will be found before the next evening at the latest. It rains again that night, and Charles and I collect more water in coconut husks that we have been saving throughout the day. We have enough water to last us for a few more days, in case it doesn’t rain. By the time we spend the third, fourth, and fifth nights on the island without being rescued, we begin to despair. We can’t for the life of us think of what must be the reason why we haven’t been found yet, or if anyone is even looking for us, but we’re both exhausted.I have since stopped trying to antagonize Charles, having found out that he’s a very nice guy, and I try to work with him for our survival. To pass time, we talk about everything and nothing, and I find out that he’s actually a very interesting person to talk to. The only thing we do not talk about is his crazy sister and what she did to me. He carefully avoids the topic, much to my relief.“Just imagine help ne
SAMANTHAContrary to what that clueless housemaid of Jessica thinks, I don’t head back to where I live with my tail tucked between my legs. I have a hunch that everything is not all right with Jessica, and when I get a hunch about something, I take it very seriously. The night she refused me from staying over at Jessica’s house, a house in which I’ve stayed more than once before, I check into a hotel. The next day, I go back to the house to ask the maid if Jessica is back yet, or if she’s heard from her and get a no in response.“You must give me Sebastian’s number, or at least call him. If something happens to Jessica, it will be on your head.” I tell her. I hate that I have to beg this annoying human being, but my friend’s well-being is of the utmost importance to me. She calls Sebastian in my presence and puts the phone on hands-free mode. Sebastian assures her that Jessica is most likely fine, because he spoke to Charles a few days back, and Charles told him that she seems fine, w
Jessica doesn’t seem to mind though. In fact, she seems eager to talk. The fire is dying out, so I get up and add some more logs of wood to it.“I’m getting there. For a long time after your dad found out about what I did, I tried to keep it a secret from Sebastian, because I knew that he might not forgive me for it. Also, I tried to get back in your dad’s good graces, but he refused to believe that it was only once I had sex with the model manager. He believed I was a slut and nothing I said or did could convince him otherwise.After I was kidnapped, he believed that I had run off of my own free will, because we had a serious fight that night of my kidnap. There was not much to indicate that I had been kidnapped. But Sebastian refused to believe that I would do that without an explanation at least, and so he did not stop searching for me. In the end, your dad agreed to use his connections to find me if Sebastian got married to someone else and stay married for a year and a half.”“Wow
“That was actually my fault. After I was released, Charlotte got me that apartment to stay in, gave me some money, and asked me to stay in the apartment till she gave me orders on what to do. You see, she had convinced me that Mr. James, your father, was the one who ordered my kidnap and torture because I cheated on Sebastian. She said she was willing to turn on him because he was planning to deprive her of her inheritance and give everything to Sebastian. She also managed to convince me that Sebastian did not care if I was alive or dead, and then proceeded to show me pictures of him and Carol on their wedding day.”“Damn! How callous!”“Yeah. So her grand plan was to get revenge on your father, and I was to help her in getting her revenge in exchange for my freedom. I was desperate to get out of that hell hole, so of course, I agreed and stayed in the apartment awaiting her instructions, but as the days passed, thoughts of Sebastian being married and having the time of his life while
JESSICAWhen I first started talking about all that had happened with Charlotte, I thought that talking about it will make me feel better. It does make me feel better, but now, I can’t stop thinking about what will happen if Charlotte gets out of prison like Charles said she always did. She’ll look for me and try to kill me. I know that as well as I know my name. I try to console myself by thinking about the fact that the crimes against her are numerous this time around, and it is a while before I can finally fall asleep.“I see the way you’re looking at my brother. You think a handsome, successful man like Charles will want anything to do with a sniveling, nervous wreck like you?” A sneering Charlotte asks. She’s sitting in front of me by the fire that Charles had built earlier, and Charles is nowhere to be found.I stare at her in horror without saying a word. How on earth had she gotten here? And where the hell is Charles?“You’re wondering where Charles is? I sent him away. His jo
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