The biggest nightmare of mine has come to exist.
I just kept looking at those scattered papers with my teary eyes. "Everything was such a big lie" I whispered in my crooked voice. As the realisation came down on me. My throat was clogged with a big lump. I was not even able to swallow it or throw it out. It felt like it was stuck making breathing hard for me.
Each passing second was making breathing harder as the air I breathed felt like it was not meant for me to breathe. Black spots started to form in front of my vision, making me lose my consciousness. I took hold of the corner of the chair in a tight grip stopping myself from falling on the cold floor. The place I was standing was not mine in the first place. Everything felt so distant. Nothing was mine but a big fat lie in the disguise of new hope and a new beginning f
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But I won't let him win this time. I won't get caught in his trap this time. It was my time to get free from his cage. I saw all the things running in front of my eyes in a never-ending loop. My heart started to ache more as I again saw how my sister was separated from me. It made me want to run again to save her but my legs felt numb. I was weeping loudly as I saw her body covered in blood and slowly life was slipping away from her eyes. I was crying so loudly for help but it seemed like everyone who was passing by couldn't hear my voice. They all were walking as if I and my sister were invisible to their eyes. All my cries and all my begging for help were nothing to them as they continued their passing by. I kne
This time I was leaving with my unborn child for real with no thoughts of coming back again. Tears fell from my eyes and more fresh tears took their place glazing my eyes again and again as the incidents of that day kept playing in front of my eyes. I kept looking at the rising sun. The more bright rays of sun spread in the dark sky, more and more thoughts came running back to me. It's been five months since I left his house and him and everything behind. The wounds on my broken heart were still fresh if It still feels like everything just happened yesterday. Getting out of his house and his life was so hard for me. He didn't let me go easily but I chose to leave and nothing could have stopped me, not even me. It was not an easy decision but I had to make this decision for me, for my baby to start new. A life without everyone whom I loved.
Like every day, he was waiting for me to come out. I just kept looking in the distance as he kept staring at me. He has been doing it since the day I came here. As soon as I left his house he followed me here. Keeping a safe distance from my taxi as if I wouldn't recognize his car. He kept following me. I purposely made the taxi driver take unwanted and sudden turns to lose him but he followed me to the end. He tried to persuade me to go back with him but I refused to even see his face and Miss. Bankers conveyed my message to him. So he chooses this method. He comes every day here and waits outside of the foundation house for me to come on the balcony. He doesn't leave until he sees me with his own eyes. In the starting months, I didn't come out of my room until morning and I used to find him standing across the road
"Nina your dad" Only listening to those words spared a very bad feeling through my whole body. "What happens to him," I asked him in my inpatient's voice as my eyes closed more in worry. What happened to him? He was all good but a little sad when I told him to leave. What happens to him suddenly? All the bad thoughts came running to my brain, making the situation even worse. I was already feeling guilty for not talking to him properly and asking him to go away and now my guild and worry have reached the sky. God, please let him be good. I was still looking at Jack with my worried and tear-filled eyes. His face twitched; he was fighting to say the next words as his light brown eyes moved all over my face. "Nina stop panicking," he said in his sof
For once listen to me. With a heavy heart, I slowly slipped my hands away from my chest where my heart was wildly beating. With shaky hands, I moved my hands toward the doorknob. I didn't even dare to look at him from the glass of the door. I just kept looking down at the knob where my handshake more and more as I thought about my dad's condition. Jack kept supporting my weak frame as I kept moving slowly with glassy eyes and shaky hands unlocking the door. I pushed it a little and opened it in slow motion. I still kept looking at the motion of the slow opening door. I took a deep breath and braced myself to look at the lying figure of my father in the hospital bed. I slowly lifted my eyes and more tears spilt out of them making me more weak and vulnerable than I was feeling. As soon as my glassy eyes fell on my dad's
The place where I vowed to never return. I looked all over the familiar room. I rubbed my eyes to make sleep go away completely to see if the things I was seeing in front of my eyes were true or my delusions. But even after the sleep completely vanished from my eyes I was still present in the same room. The scenario in front of my eyes remained unchanged. I looked around the room this time with a clear vision. It's still the same as when I left it. As if no one was staying here until last night. I should get out of here as soon as possible. I can't stay here anymore, not even a second more. His scent lingers in this room and it was making things hard for me. I don't even know how I came here in the first place. I remember sleeping on the hospital couch and now I'm here in a place I never wanted to return to. Hospital!
What the hell he is doing here. All my thoughts of getting little rest vanished in a split of seconds as soon as I saw his smirking face. "What the hell are you doing here," I asked in my angry voice as I saw how his smirk widened as he saw me standing in front of the door of the room. "What do you mean what I'm doing here?" He asked while folding his hands around his chest while leaning on the door frame. "What are you doing in this room at this hour," I asked in my irritated voice as he was trying to swirl the words to make me angrier. "Oh! you already met him," said Miss Bankers as she came up with a pitcher full o
What kind of dream I'm dreaming of. This thought didn't even last in my mind for a second more as exhaustion took over me making me close my heavy eyes again pushing me more into my sleep. I felt those soft lips like a feather moving from my lips to my cheeks and then those lips were pressed on my forehead as his hands caressed my swollen tummy in a manner that made me feel relaxed and calm-like everything will be fine. This hard time is just a phase and it will be over soon. I exhaled deeply as a sense of relief took over which I failed to feel in the past five months. The next day I slowly opened my eyes when bright sun rays slipped from half-open curtains and fell on me. I looked at the bright blue morning sky. A cold morning breeze came rushing in to say good morning to me. I exhaled deeply with a faint smile on m
I pulled all the bags out of the storage to pack them with my kid's clothing. "Jack help me" I shouted from storage as I needed help to carry them to our room. "Coming cupcake," he shouted from downstairs. He came to the storage room and then looked at me and the bag with confusion. "Cupcake, why do we need so many bags?" he said, eyeing all the five bags in front of me. "To lack our clothes, what else would I want so many bags," I said while dusting the bag. "But still don't you think there are too many," he asked, still eyeing the back. "No they are not I need to pack all the clothes for the kids, don't you know Aiden dirty his clothes more than three ti
"Amelia, Aiden" I called my kid's name while searching for my imported files on the desk. Why are they not answering me? "Oh God why I'm not getting it," I said in annoyance as all the things were scratched on the desk and some were even lying on the floor. I stood up with both hands on my hip and eyes on all the mess that was in front of me while exhaling deeply. My desk was a total mess and his desk in the room was not looking any better either. Yesterday I and Jack made this whole mess. We messed up our shared office when kids were at the school. My cheeks burned red as I remembered how I begged him as he kept teasing me to the point I needed to scratch his back needly. It continued until I passed out in his arms. That Satan never lets me off easily. I bit my lower lip as the mere memory of yesterday made me feel hot again. The way he was holding me while saying all the dirty words to me made me feel as if he was still
I don't know when we both slept looking at his cute sleeping face with a happy smile on our faces. The next day I woke up to find me and Jack trying to fit in a small bed trying not to squeeze the baby. He was still asleep with his one hand firmly placed on my waist as if making sure I didn't fall out of bed in the middle of the night. I looked at our sleeping baby and then at him. He was still so deep in sleep. I know we slept less because the baby woke up in the middle of the night crying telling me he was hungry. Jack stayed up with me until the baby fell asleep. Even though I told him to sleep he didn't, instead, he helped me in making the baby burp after I breast-feed him. I knew it was his way of saying he was there for both of us. It warms my heart knowing he was willing to help me in everything. I already knew
And that's how our baby boy made its grand entry into this world. I jolted up from my sleep with the noise of a small cry. Even though my body was feeling weak I tried to sit up. I was still in the hospital and I tried to find the source of the cries I could hear. Hearing those cries my chest heaved with all the disastrous emotions. I found the sound coming from the cradle beside me. When I looked more, that's when I saw a small figure in it crying. My baby was crying and looking at him in discomfort my chest became even heavier. The urge of making him soothe his pain increased in me. I tried to move out of bed even though there was not much strength left in me. I found an IV attached to my wrist. Still, I tried to move to take my crying baby. I was about to step down from my bed when the room door opened, making me l
"Jack my water broke" Those words from her mouth were enough to scare me. The panicked look in her eyes scared me even more. I moved my head down and saw liquid pooling at her feet with a hammering heart. I met her gaze again. I just kept looking at her with a blank look on my face not knowing what to do next. It "My water broke" she repeated her words this time a little loud and with more panic flooding her tone. Listening to her words the chattering on the table stopped making everyone look at us. "We need to hurry fast to the hospital," Jane said in her eager voice, getting my attention. Listening to her I immediately stood up in alert mode while rubbing my face in nervousness. "Jack bri
JACKS POV I buttoned up my tuxedo blazer and hurriedly walked out of the room to go to the adjoining room to help my very pregnant wife. Opening the door I saw she was standing in front of the bed with Amelia standing in front of her dressed in her pink frock. The mother and daughter were speaking to each other and laughing about something. Their laughter was like music to my ears. These two ladies had a special place in my heart. I walked in and my little angel's happy blue eyes fell on me. "Daddy" she squeals in happiness, throwing her hands up for me to take in and I didn't waste time and took her in my arms with a big smile as she stretched on my face. "How do I look? Did you like my frock" she asked in her excited voice. "First let me see
"I hope I'm not disturbing you ladies" He flashed us his pearly white teeth smile and from the corner of my eyes, I looked at Ava who seemed pissed looking at his smiling face. "Long time no see Mrs Miller," he said while looking at me. "I was wondering how you are doing. You look very much pregnant and beautiful as always," he said in his heavy voice which had an accent mixed with his English making me wonder where exactly he was from. I blushed a little at his compliment. He always says all those cheesy words to me, making me think if he likes to flirt with everyone. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ava sighing in frustration. It was visible on her face that she was not happy to see him there.
"I love you too." The memory of the day makes me smile even in my dreams as from now onwards I have decided only to live with all the happy moments and forget all the bad ones. I have decided to keep moving forward, forgetting all the bitterness of my past but not forgetting the experience I got with it and it is what makes me feel powerful every day. It's what has given me the strength to live my life with all my past good and bad occurrences. These days saying I love you back makes me feel happy. It gives me the power to express my love for him which I have never done before. Those words never stop coming from his mouth and it always warms my heart when he says them to me. It makes me feel like I'm in love with him all over again. The awareness of the person I love loves me back with the same power and thriving in it make
"Yes I would love to" That night we celebrated and Amelia was so happy after listening to my reply. She jumped in happiness from here and there telling everyone that now she had mom and dad. His happy laughter made Jack's and my heart swell up in happiness. I always wanted her to be my daughter and now she was as I had already signed the papers. All the foundation kids were happy for her. She was the favourite of everyone here. They were a little sad knowing she would move with us but they didn't show her and celebrated with her. It has been over a month since that day. Dad, uncle, and aunty come frequently to meet Amelia with gifts for her. They are showering her with lots of love. Why won't they? After all, she is their first grandchild. A smi