CHARLESIt’s been over a month since Jessica and I got rescued from the island on which we were stranded on, and now, I’m beginning to realize that she is never going to reach out. My wounds, including the terrible one on my stomach, which had been operated on, are healing nicely. They’ll leave scars, but the scars will not be as horrible as I had first imagined.I’ve resumed work too, which is a huge relief because I was literally dying of boredom and restlessness doing nothing. Bianca has made herself a constant presence in my house, as she checks up on me at least every other day.At first, I’m uncomfortable with her constant presence around me, seeing as I only just met her, but Bianca is not one to be told what to do, as I’m fast finding out. However, I’m starting to get used to her, and finally realize that her being around isn’t all that bad. At least, it helps to get my mind off Jessica … to an extent.“I think you should move to a bigger place. This kind of house is not befit
I’m surprised, but it’s obvious that I’m not half as surprised as Bianca is. She looks panicked, and when Meghan knocks on the door a second time, she visibly jumps.“Is anything the matter?” I ask her.“Is … is that not your ex-fiancée at the door?”“Yes, I don’t know what she’s doing here or how she even knows my house, but …”“I don’t want her to know I’m here.”“Why not? It’s not like you two know each other, or do you?” I ask, tilting my head slightly and regarding her with interest. There’s something off about the way she’s behaving.“Of course not, but I just don’t like meeting new people. Anyway, I’ll need to go poop. Don’t let her know I’m here. She’s your ex. I don’t want any drama, especially baseless ones.” Bianca informs me in a no-nonsense tone, before disappearing into the toilet with her hand bag.I find her behavior strange and amusing to say the least, especially because she took her handbag into the house with her. Finally, I open the door and let Meghan in.“I thou
JESSICAI haven’t seen Samantha in over two weeks, which is a surprise because I’m usually the one who gets tired of her presence and want her to leave. I’ve tried her number several times, but it is always not reachable, and I’m starting to panic.It’s now that I know that having zero friends is not always profitable. I have no shoulder to turn to, neither do I have anyone to ask for advice, and loneliness is eating me up. I fleetingly wonder if I should chat up Sebastian’s wife, but immediately discard the thought. We’re not that close for me to be asking her if she thinks it’s a good idea to keep my baby. Besides, Sebastian is Charle’s cousin, and there’s no guarantee that his wife will not tell him what we discuss. One cannot trust couples who are in love.Finally, when I’m a month and two weeks pregnant, Samantha gives me a call.“Hey, girl. How’s it been?” She asks me casually.“Where the hell have you been? Why hasn’t your number been reachable?”“Oh? Did you miss me then? I w
CHARLESIt does not take long before I begin to regret agreeing to accompany Meghan to her grandma’s birthday ceremony. First, as we get to the gate of her house, we’re met by a barrage of reporters with cameras, all shoving them at my car and trying to take a picture of me, something that annoys me to no end. There’s nothing I hate more than media publicity.“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry. I had no idea that they were going to be here.” Meghan apologizes, but in my opinion, she doesn’t look sorry at all. Meghan’s grandma had been a popular actress back in the day, and each year, her birthday is publicized in the news, which explains the paparazzi, but since I’ve been in the news lately, I know that they’ll be more than happy to shift their focus to me.But that’s not even the worst of it all. As soon as we get into her grandma's house, we’re greeted with hugs and kisses from various family members, both those I’ve seen before and those I’ve never seen before. “I’m so glad you guys are ba
JESSICAI’m waiting nervously for my name to be called so that I can go in and get the growing child inside of me removed. Already, I’ve filled out the necessary paperwork and answered all the questions that are required of me. I go through all of this in a daze, wondering how I got myself into this predicament in the first place. Samantha is seated beside me, holding my hands in encouragement and talking to me to calm my nervousness. “It’s not as bad or painful as you think. I don’t even think it’s painful at all. I used pills when I had those abortions, but it is always best to do this procedure so that you can be sure that everything is removed. In no time, you will be able to go home and rest.” Samantha tells me for the umpteenth time that morning and even in the previous days. She was the one who scheduled the session and even paid for everything.“Okay, sure thing. I just want it to be over and done with.” I reply, wishing she will just keep quiet. Something tells me that I’m n
Meghan takes me to a bar where she plies me with drink after drink, and I down them without complaints. Usually, I hardly ever take any alcohol and I can’t remember the last time I was drunk, but today, I have no inhibitions, and I let myself go, becoming stupidly drunk. I notice that she isn’t imbibing as much as I am, but I think nothing of it. I also notice that she’s watching me intensely, in a weird way, but I chalk it down to the alcohol making me see things that are not true. Finally, we head home in my car, with Bianca driving. “You’re so wasted. You’re cute when you’re drunk.” She tells me, chuckling a little.“I don’t think the word ‘cute’ should be used for me,” I reply, slurring my words a little.She says a bunch of other things that I tune out. Instead, I’m thinking of the blissful moment when I’ll be able to get into bed and pass out. I fall asleep in the car and only wake up when Bianca nudges me and tells me that we’re home.She helps me get out of the car, and I m
"What are you talking about?” I dumbly ask again, when it’s very clear exactly what she’s talking about.“Come on, Charles. Don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about. We’re both adults here. Anyway, looks like someone is very happy to see me.” She tells me, smiling mischievously and glancing pointedly at a point below my waist. It is then I glance down at myself and register the fact that I’m not wearing a stitch and my morning wood is on full display. I snatch up a nearby boxer and hurriedly put it on, ignoring Bianca’s amused laughter.“You’re such a prude. I’ve never seen a man as self-conscious about his body as you are. There’s no need for self-consciousness, actually. You’ve got an amazing body, exactly how I like it. Come here. I need to be someplace soon.” She tells me.“Do you make it a habit of getting into bed with people who are like brothers to you, according to your own words, especially when they are inebriated?”“If they’re as good-looking and well-built as you
JESSICAIf I had thought that pregnancy would be an easy journey, I was sorely mistaken. I’m just at the beginning of my second trimester, but already, I can’t wait for it to be over. I’m almost always nauseous, no matter what I do to quell it.On the plus side, it is also a fulfilling journey, although I’m not even halfway through it yet. I have this deep, tender love for this child that I haven’t even met yet, and I want nothing more than for it to arrive so I can hold it, gaze at it and finally have someone to call my own.My nightmares have all but vanished, probably because I do everything I’m told religiously. I’ve stopped trying to get out of meetings with my therapist and I tell her everything she needs to know. I haven’t set my eyes on Samantha since the day that she left after we left the doctor’s office, and neither have I heard anything at all from her. At first, I was worried sick, and called her nonstop, trying to find out if anything is wrong with her, but after I look
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