"Who are you?!" Her hoarse voice boomed and I tried to pull away but her nails just dug into me. Charlotte's voice seems to attract the attention of Tyler and George because, in no time, both men were around us, Tyler was trying to get her to leave my arm while Goerge worked on giving her a sedative.She didn't budge though, red filled her eyes and for a moment there I felt hatred from a woman who had shown me nothing but love, I had never seen this side of Charlotte and I was very interested in knowing what was wrong."She sent you here to Kill me, didn't she?!" She yelled and tightened her grip on my wrist if that was even possible at this point, The hospital walls felt like they were closing in on me, and I wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare, but of course, that did not happen."Where is the little girl? Huh? What did that witch do with the little girl?!" She boomed. I shut my eyes as Tyler tried to pull my hand away from her and to be honest the whole scene was pathetic.
The silence in the room was aching, Leonardo was currently pacing to and fro within the small space, while I struggled to come to terms with everything I had just heard.“I’m sorry...” I heard him whisper in a strained voice, my eyes were glued to the empty hall in front of me, while my mind was divided between the situation here and why in the world Tyler wasn’t here yet. I knew I needed to do something. Anything. I wanted to know what happened. I knew Leonardo, He adored Charlotte. Especially since the incident with his parents a month ago, there was no way the kid would have been willing to hurt her, No way at all.This whole thing led me to wonder what compelled him to go this far. It must have been pretty hard to hurt someone you love and from what I knew, They had no issues with each other and there was no way Leonardo could do anything like this Unless he had been threatened. That led me to wonder why he hadn’t spoken to us, I, Tyler, Charlotte. We were not related by blood an
Eight-year-old me wouldn’t exactly be proud of who I was now, but she would be content and at peace to an extent. As much as this seems to have absolutely nothing to do with everything that was going on, It had everything to do with it.It was then, that I was reminded of eight-year-old me, Her dull emerald eyes from staying away all night and living in fear, The way her footsteps were faint because she tried to avoid any form of interaction even in her own home, The way she would quirk her lips upwards and pretend everything was fine.How she made wishes up on wishes while blaming herself for every single predicament and begging God to make her disappear because she was tired of taking up too much space. I felt the edges of my lips curl downwards as I realized just how similar I was to eight-year-old me. She always felt she could handle it all and life never stopped throwing crap at her. Twenty-three-year-old me is tired of life throwing things at her though, Twenty three year old me
“Danielle please stop! This place isn’t safe!” I didn’t stop though, I wasn’t the one who had to stop, He was the one. He was the one chasing after me. Right? It took me a few minutes into the streets to realize how late it was and the fact that Tyler was still chasing me. If I had my voice, I would have probably said something along the lines of; ‘Don’t you give up?’ But I did not have my voice and that made the entire difference. I stopped and spun around to lock eyes with him, I wanted to tell him to leave — That I needed and wanted to be alone, but unfortunately, I could not,“This place isn’t safe. Please, Let’s go.” His voice sounded stuffy and he had a slight stumble in his footsteps. Tyler was breathing heavily, probably because he had been chasing me for over an hour now and we were pretty far from the hospital, I had watched as the Disney-themed man placed his hand on his knees to catch his breath, that was about ten minutes ago and he was not calming down.I tried to call
My breath hitched and I tightened my fists as I locked eyes with Alice, Her lips curved into a vague smile and her blonde hair was tied in a lazy bun, I could barely make out her facial features from the darkness, but I knew they were anything but kind.I tried to sit up but my legs failed me. I glanced over at Tyler who seemed to be out of it at this point, I blinked away tears I never knew I had shed before a tsk brought me out of my thoughts."Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. " I heard Alice Tsk, She knelt beside Tyler and me, I wrapped my hands around him protectively and gave her my best death glare.The suit-clad woman chuckled, Her dimples were visible and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you— do you know what this whole scenario reminds me of?" She questioned with a small smile. "It reminds me of all those nights when you would take your favorite toys and hide behind the bed from me." She reminded in a wicked tone. "You haven't changed Danielle. You are still that pathetic littl
"You are insane." I heard Alice's voice."Quite the contrary, for the first time, every since I had been born —I feel sane." I spat. "Do you think that..." She trailed off but kept eye contact with me "That your little outburst will fix anything?" She reminded softly, This time, it was I, who chuckled."Of course not mother, You are not easy to defeat, after all, You said it yourself, Words are just words, They mean nothing." I retorted. "For the past few months, You have done whatever you want, You have hurt and abused and killed whomever you wanted, You played god for months!" I growled, I closed the distance between us and looked into her eyes."Now it is my turn, Now I will do whatever I want. You have hurt and taken the people I love away from me, you have caused them pain, torture and so much more, back then, I was fighting as someone's daughter, friend, sister, and lover. Today, mother..." I trailed off but caught my hoarse voice back. "I will be fighting as Danielle, Your crea
“I’m glad you are doing better,” I spoke and locked eyes with Charlotte. The woman’s eyes seemed worn out and her skin was a bit pale but had more color than I had remembered. The machines she had been connected to were taken off and her brown hair sat stiffly on her shoulders I watched as she pursed her lips into a straight line before she sighed deeply. “How are you doing?” She asked.I raised an eyebrow at her question. I knew that I had just been discharged from a hospital but I was not the one who had been hit multiple times and assaulted. “I should be asking you that question, I am not the one tied to a hospital bed.” I quipped and pulled a chair out of nowhere, “Besides, I doing perfectly fine, I am glad you are okay, Charlotte, all of us missed you. Especially Leonardo.” I added softly.The woman smiled tiredly. “What about Rye’s trail? How are the preparations going? And Tyler?” She questioned and I could see the spark of curiosity in her brown eyes.“Everything’s falling in
I glanced at Tyler and he sighed, induced lines of stress were visible on his forehead and his head was tilted to the side as he stared at me. The jean-clad man did not offer me any form of acknowledgment and for a moment I felt like he was gauging me."Do you trust me?" I asked, He blinked."What do you mean? Of course, I do," He affirmed softly. "You don't act like it," I added gently and began to walk towards the cafeteria, where Leonardo had run off too."Look, Danielle, I trust you." Tyler must have speed-walked because one moment he was behind me and the next he was in front of me, successfully blocking my way with his hand on my arm.I paused and took in his features for the millionth time that day. He stood straight and sported a white Nike shirt. "Will you tell me what happened last night?""Nothing happened last night Tyler! Why won't you just drop it? This is what I'm talking about!" I yelled and jerked from his grip."I'm not dumb Danielle! Don't treat me like I'm stupid!