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SamuelWith every passing second, anticipation grew inside me even though I didn't want to panic. I refuse to believe Chrisanna has an enemy— this serious— who would abduct her. "Samuel, where will you go to find them?" Mom scoffs. She's clearly exhausted and worried— the way she doesn't react properly now is a sign that she's tired. "Let the police do their job. There's nothing we can do", she holds my hand as we stand out of the manor.I was about to leave right after dropping her off. But at the same time, I'm really worried for her. "I don't think I can sit peacefully, mom. And—""Emily!" Uncle Scott's voice draws our attention as we look in the direction of the parking lot.Uncle Scott shuts the door and surges to mom right away."Recently, did you and Kane get into a conflict with anyone?" he asks straight. Mom gets baffled for a while as she tries to recall. "It's nothing new. We have been dealing with Davis for two whole years. Kane definitely had a spat with him last week.
ChrisannaMama is still losing her mind as she asks me a million times if I'm hurt somewhere and if I should get a check-up. I reject the idea since I'm completely fine, other than my strong headache which must be the effect of the drugs that they used to keep me unconscious. Uncle Kane is out of danger now but it took the doctors almost three hours to give the verdict. It was a dark moment until the doctors said he was fine and the pacemaker didn't need to be replaced."Samuel!" mama says, looking over my shoulder as I look up and find him walking towards us. "What's the update?""Mr Gabriel just came back to his senses. Mom is inside", he says.Mama lets out a sigh of relief. "Let me go and meet him", she gets up. "And I can't convince this young lady to get a check-up. I'm sure you can", mama taps on his shoulder before leaving. Damn, mama!Samuel quietly sits beside me and sighs, stretching his legs and leaning his head against the wall. His eyes close shut. He hasn't breathed o
ChrisannaSamuel lets out a deep exhale, holding the steering wheel, and then looks at me. I give him a smile of encouragement. We had a long conversation throughout the week, preparing him to finally meet the therapist. But I don't think he's still that comfortable to start this new journey. I hold his hand on his lap. "You'll be fine""I don't know", he gulps down, holding my hand back and looking down at our locked hands. "I have never opened up to anyone other than you. I don't think I can""You can. And you will", I lean in, touching his cheek. "You have already accomplished half of this journey when you showed the courage to go for this. The next step will be easier. You'll surely open up because that's what therapy is for, right? That person you'll be opening up to won't be someone you know. And it's easy to open up to a complete stranger. That person won't judge you or sympathize with you. They'll just help you. And it's easy'I can totally understand the discomfort when he l
ChrisannaHe turns to me with barely any reaction on his face. "I didn't", he says."Don't lie, please", my voice shakes."I didn't", he lowers his eyes, folding his shirt before tossing it in the laundry basket at the corner of the room. "I went to meet him. But then you said you wanted to go on a dinner""Why would you go to meet him?" I exclaim out of nowhere.His eyes immediately crash into mine, cold and numb as his jaw clenches. "How did you get to know?" he avoids eye contact, surging towards the closet."I saw the Uber message. I didn't mean to", I mutter. "I know that", he says. He doesn't begin to explain anything. Well, isn't it how he has always been? He just won't speak or explain anything. Sometimes I'm more pissed than I'm understanding."Will you tell me why you went to meet him?" I snarl."Because he's my father!" he shoots me a glare. "And you never told me I'm supposed to ask you before meeting him""I didn't say that", I exclaim as he looks away, aggressively t
Chrisanna"He didn't order anything from outside", Cooper tells me on the call."Okay", I mutter. "Thanks""Is everything alright? Well, I'm just surprised it took both of you months to get into a fight", he cackles."Shut the fuck up, Cooper. It's serious""Oops! Sorry. What do you want me to do now? Send him breakfast?" I snap right away. "Don't do or say anything. I'm hanging up""Okay"I cut the call and set the phone aside. I haven't gotten a single work done ever since I came to the office. And it's been ten whole minutes already. This morning, I fucked up.Yes, I fucked up in the worst way possible. And I can't find the words to explain myself. He never looked at me that way, with that gaze— like he trusted someone the most and his trust was broken. I feel guilty in every way possible even though I knew what I was doing. I was already feeling guilty for doing that behind his back but when I saw him staring at me that way the guilt multiplied.I was so stunned and numb that
ChrisannaHe pants, clenching his jaw as I watch him trying to stiffen his muscles."These are pretty easy questions to answer, Samuel", I tell him. "Trust me if you say you are truly happy when you meet him, I'm never gonna stop you"He takes a few steps back and turns around. "You should sleep", he grunts. "Won't you answer?" I ask."I have been wanting to meet my father ever since I was young. That should be enough for you to know that I feel happy when I meet him""Why don't you just say that on my face, Samuel?" I husk, knowing that he's straight lying. He's not lying actually. He's in denial. He has forced himself to believe that he is happy when he meets his father. He turns around, and moves closer to me again, looking straight into my eyes. "You're trying to break the promise and change the dynamics, firefly", he tells me."I just wanna make sure if that makes you happy""You make me happy", he says. "That should be enough""This is not a solution, Samuel", I snap. "What
Chrisanna"He doesn't plan on rescuing you", I bluntly say on Damien's face as disbelief washes over him. However, the look he gives me says that he's trying not to make it look like it surprises him. "Is it so? You're sure?""One hundred per cent", I say. He's silent, looking away and now his face is shaking, maybe in frustration and wrath which he's not showing. "But you're gonna be on parole after twelve years if I'm right", I scoff. He raises his eyebrows as a groan escapes him. "Twelve more years? Do you understand how long it is?""If I count your crimes in the underworld like killing people and smuggling—" pausing, I throw him a dreadful glare. "Raping an innocent woman, making her life hell—" The colours of his face drain as I continue. "Taking her child away from him. And never treating your child like a father should have— making his childhood a den of horror— traumatising him for his entire life— then 30 years of imprisonment is way less than you deserve"Silence eru
Chrisanna We reached the central jail in an hour. The whole time Samuel didn't utter a single word. It was evident that he was completely stunned. I asked him several times if he was fine and he only hummed each time. We didn't inform anyone in the family when we left and I had a bunch of thoughts roaming inside of my head. Did Damien really think of escaping after I told him he can't get out? I know I shouldn't take the blame because he tries to escape all the time as the officers told me.But he was never killed by the cops whenever he broke the prison. It's really such a weird feeling because I met him just hours ago and now—We stand by the ambulance as Damien's body is carried over there. An officer moves the cover from his face to show Samuel once. I keep holding his hand tightly, even though I know it's not gonna affect him that way. However, his silence just scares me. When the body is out of our sight, I squeeze his hand tightly. "Samuel!" I whisper."I'm fine", he lets