“What? Do you — do you even know what you are saying? Jared was shot right in front of me, He bled and died in my hands! I watched the paramedics take him away!” I was having a mental background at the news.I refused to believe that Jared was alive. It made absolutely no sense at all. I was there. I was right there, I saw him get shot and I even tried to save his life, the paramedics declared him dead and there was no pulse at all.So what was Daniel on about?“Look, I am sure that you are mis—” I began but my lips were shut by his next actions.“Is this Jared?” He enquired almost immediately and shoved the photo in my face, I blinked as I registered the image. Sure enough, it looked like Jared, maybe his look alike, but not Jared, because my Jared was dead, I even held him in my hands as he took his last breaths.Even the idea of him being alive freaked me out and sent chills down my spine. I have had to live with the guilt from that day and the only reason I asked Daniel to investig
“Danielle is not alone in this,” Daniel chimed in and my eyes darted towards him in confusion, he looked his hands in his and continued. “I would willingly give her my shares, after all, you all seem to think that I am incapable of running the company after all,”“No,” I stopped him right in his tracks. Daniel raised an eyebrow at me in confusion and Isabel seemed appalled. “I won’t take your rights,” I said this while staring directly at Isabel, the atmosphere in the room went bald, the walls seemed to be closing in on us all and for a moment there, I struggled to breathe.“That is the big difference between you and me Isabel,” I informed her. “You are used to manipulating and using everyone to get what you want while I am capable of standing on my own two feet without support,” I added.“And that suddenly makes you a better person?” Isabel countered with an eye roll. “You can fool everyone around you Danielle, but not me.”“The only one masquerading around here is you and you know i
"Danielle!" Daniel called out when we had gotten to the living room. I spun around and parted my lips to speak with a hardened expression. "I want to speak to Jared," The words came out forced and I bit hard on my lip to feel anything else than the emotions that were banging on the walls of my skin. "As soon as possible," I added. My eyes stung with fresh tears and I clenched my fist. Jared could not play with my feelings this way and expect to get away with it, He made me believe that he had died because of him, I mourned him for months and I almost lost my freedom because of it.A loud crash sent me spiraling back to reality and it was then I registered the fact that I had thrown a vase off the shelf in the living room. The brown walls glared at me and I glared back, I was sure they could hear the storm that was raging in my soul because I was sick and tired of people playing with me."I don't think that is a good idea, Dani—""Don't tell me what to do!" I snapped with a glare. My e
I dragged my feet into the living room, Daniel seemed to be frozen in his place but I knew I had to move, I needed to find out what had happened there. If Jared had been in there, then I was not leaving without an explanation. This could be a prank for all I knew. Right?The thick red liquid that was casually crawling from inside the house collided with my feet and I sucked in a sharp breath. I glanced back at Daniel who seemed to be petrified at the sight of blood, I braced myself as I gave up on Daniel and decided I would figure things out myself.I walked into the hallway, this house was huge but I felt like the walls were closing on me because of the silence in them, I swallowed and took another step forward. Unlike this previous home, they were artistic paintings here that had an uncanny resemblance to mine.I paused when I reached what seemed like the last door in the home, for some reason, my hands shook as I reached out to open it and to my huge surprise, there was nothing in
The sound of the water hitting the ground sent me back into waves of memories I never thought water could trigger. The funny thing about trauma and abuse was that it wasn’t until someone attacked you that you remember. It wasn’t until someone said it word for word or taunted you.It was in those little things and little moments. The way the breeze moved, the sound of the trees, the sound of glass breaking, muffling, loud sounds, quarrels, scents, or the way someone walked or looked. The worst part is that your biggest trigger could be you.It could be looking in the mirror and seeing someone who is so broken it makes you wonder how and why she even kept going. Sometimes I ask myself; Why had I not slit my wrists earlier? Why had I never taken that initiative? People say that the easiest way out of pain is death.Why had I chosen to stay with Alice all along? What was my purpose? Why was I even doing all of this? Revenge, money, power, influence. Of what use was it, if ever since the t
"I'm not helping you out." I said while staring her in the eye. I watched her eyes fill with horror and confusion pierce her. She had no been expecting that. She was probably expecting that Danielle who was innocent and loved everyone. "Sure, a month or two ago I would have been given up my life for you in a heart beat, but you killed that Danielle all by yourself aunt." I informed her and a tear rolled down her cheek. "What even makes you think that I can help her? Haven't you heard? Danielle is good for nothing! I've always been bad luck! I've ruined everyone's life! I destroy whatever I come in contact with. But you— You ruined everything." I said as I got closer to her, "You broke me first" I spat and the tears in my eyes fell down my cheek. "I didn't want to hurt you Danielle, i love you—" "Don't you talk about love!" I boomed. "Don't you ever talk about love!" I cried. "You havs have made a joke out of it! People like you, take good person and turn them into monsters! So I ho
“C’mon, put her in the car,” I instructed one of the men who worked at her home. I watched as Charlotte followed the men carrying Leon out of the house, I trailed after them casually and I struggled to come up with valid reasons to ask for help,It had been years since I had seen him. And there was no form of assurance that he would even be available for this yet here was running over to his house like we had been best friends. As much as we had our differences and Disagreements, Alexander was the only person who could save Leon now.I met him in my third year at college. He was studying to become a scientist and I as well as quite induced in becoming a Family doctor. I had never really been clear in any of my specifications because I never wanted to study Medicine in the first place. Things changed after that third year though, When I met Alexander. He was popular, but not a playboy or obnoxious or anything you would find in those cliche movies or books. Alex was a down-to-earth and
“She’s stable now.” Alexander informed us all as he walked into the room, I sighed in relief and plopped down on his blue sofa, these past four hours had been one of the hardest hurdles to face. From my peripheral vision, I could see Alexander staring at me fixedly. It was almost as if he desperately wanted to speak to me but I wasn’t interested in anyway, I already had so many things going on and as much as I was grateful, I also knew I was better off without the people in my past.“Thank you,” Charlotte whispered, I had not done this for her so I had no clue why she felt somewhat inclined to apologize or give me an explanation. Instead of gracing her with any response, I stood up and walked over to Alexander. At this rate, I had been willing to leave one issue and jump right into another.I licked my lips and endured his burning gaze into my skin while I reminded myself that once Leon was okay, we would get out of here and I would never see his face again, boy, was I dead wrong. “So