"Wake up! Wake up!" Christine shrieked and my eyes shot open. I sighed and sat up. The blonde-haired girl was over the moon about this trip. Maybe the picnic was a good idea after all.I glanced at my clock and groaned. This was the millionth time she had whisked herself into my room to demand that I wake up and it wasn’t even four am yet. “Christie...” I mumbled with one eye half closed “It’s too early” I groaned and hid my face in the sheets. “Oh come on!” she tugged on my legs and I rolled my eyes. “I Don’t want to go down alone and face those vipers, or else, I would just end up killing them with my hands!” She snapped and emphasise with her small fingers. I was up now. Fully awake at the thought that she wanted to go against Lucia and Marissa. “Fine, fine,” I offered in a defeated tone and swung my legs across the end. I paused before I stood up and turned to the girl who was still in her pajamas, her blonde hair was loose but secured with a pin and her flip-flops felt too big
“This is all my fault,” Christine mumbled dejectedly when we walked towards the picnic ground. “No, it isn’t,” I debunked and held her hand tight, she turned and frowned at me “Xander and you fought because of me, and like a dummy, he said hurtful things.” She reminded me and I blinked away the flashback from a few hours back. It had been three hours since we arrived here and Christine was still shaken up by the events. Alexander had insisted that we postpone the trip but Christine was persistent because she did not want to stay in the house a moment longer. The blonde-haired girl paused and stood in front of me. “You don’t have to do this,” she admitted, I raised an eyebrow at her words. “You don’t have to take these insults to try to get back with Alex anymore.” She offered and I smiled at her sadly and ran my hands through her soft hair. “He doesn’t know... But he’s gradually losing you and one day, you won’t be here to accept his apology.” a tear rolled down her cheek and I wi
"You don't mean that." Alexander retorted and I rolled my eyes."What do you want from me, Alexander?" I spat and raised an eyebrow at him. "You asked a question and I answered it." I continued. "I stopped loving you the moment you took everything away from me. I stopped caring about you and I wrapped those feelings in a box and buried them in the same spot you left me." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "Now, I only have one thing to ask," I paused and sucked in a sharp breath. "please leave me alone." I pleaded and briskly walked away from him. "Amber wait. Where are you going?" Alexander called out to me. I wiped my tears and responded. "To wherever Christine is, I don't think it is safe to leave her alone," I confessed and I heard footsteps race closer to me, I spun around to lock eyes with an unimpressed Alexander. "You still have that crazy idea in your head that she is being hunted down or something," I rolled my eyes at his ignorance and parted my lips to speak "O
I slowly pushed the barrel away and opened the door. I took a few steps into the room and bit back a gasp when I saw Christine on the ground, a gag was tied around her chin. I took a toward her but her eyes widened and she shook her head repeatedly. Tears leaked from Christine’s blue orbs and I could tell that she was trying to say something. I took another toward her but a force tugged on my hair and I hit the ground with a thud. I groaned and raised my head to see my attacker. He was a young man with brown roughened hair and a scorpion tattoo on his wrist. My grip on the knife that I clenched in my hand tightened. “Who are you...” I whispered and tried to move. “Hmmp!” Christine struggled to move when the man walked toward me. From my peripheral vision, I could see Christine trying to burn the rope she was tied to with a lighter. The man inched closer and grabbed my hair. I grimaced and stood up, I shot him a glare and he grinned. “So, who do we have here?” His voice was icy col
"Christine!" I cried and rushed toward her. It glanced around for something to help her out and tried not to focus on the screams from the man. Finally, I resorted to one of the craziest things; I took off my dress and slammed it on the flames several times before it was put off. It took me a few seconds to register that the fire which had caught her dress was a small one, barely enough to hurt her. Christine's panic had set me off though. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room. "We can't just leave him in there? The place could catch fire, Amber!" Christine exclaimed and I ran my hands over my face. The memories of that night flashed before my eyes and I could not remember how to breathe.Tears pricked my eyes and I turned to Christine. "Go out, go straight to Alexander. "Raise the alarm of a fire, Don't stop till you reach Alex," I spoke softly in one breath. I slid down the wall outside the room. "What about you?" Christine asked and I parted my lips to speak but som
"I am not afraid of you." Lucia forced out and I let go of her neck. The edges of my lips curled into a tight smile and I tilted my head. "It's crazy how the tables have turned, innit?" I spat and she took a few seconds to catch her breath before we locked eyes. "You are crazy." She informed me. I turned on my heels and started walking away. "Where are you going to?" Lucia yelled after me and I paused. "I'm going to tell everyone that you are behind all the attacks," I responded sharply. I could picture Lucia rolling her eyes before she shot at me "And you think they will believe you over me?" She challenged in a sharp tone, I turned partly and locked eyes with her form. "Well, it's about time we find out." I retorted and increased my pace out of the hall. The smoke from the storeroom filled the entire place and I was struggling to breathe. Once I had stepped on pure soil, I saw several people running toward me; It was pure chaos and I knew they were trying their best to end the
“I am sick of this!” Alexander spat. His eyes darkened and he tightened his fist. “All this back and forth is taking us nowhere!”The dark-haired man stood between us and continued. “Look, I think that this is just a misunderstanding,” Alexander offered and glanced between us. I rolled my eyes and ran my hands through. “No, it isn't.” I spat and my eyes clouded with tears because he was repeating his mistakes “You just don’t know who to choose,” I pressed on. “This isn’t a game though Alexander, Christine’s life is in danger and one day it might be too la—““I will not stand this woman insulting me when she was the one who attacked me!” Lucia screamed and I think it was that moment I snapped, I lunged at her and she fell to the ground. We stumbled and rolled before I was pulled off. “Amber stop!” Alexander boomed and I yanked myself from his grip and tried to compose myself. I locked eyes with him and a tear rolled down my cheek. “You were right Christine, when this fool realizes t
"I am not Louisa." I gritted out and locked eyes with his Hazel orbs. The edges of his lips curled into a tight smile and he reached out to touch my hair before the sound of a phone ringing pierced through the tense atmosphere. I let out a breath when he glared at the caller and took several steps away from me. It seemed like he was in the middle of a brutal argument because he slammed the phone on the ground moments later and marched toward me, I stumbled back into the wall and he forced me into a rough kiss. I grunted and pushed him away. Armed or not; I was not about to let anyone treat me like crap. His response was to slap me across the place and exit the room along with the two men. I ran my hands through my hair and blinked away tears from my eyes. I could barely believe nor accept the fact that they had just left like that. The ad left me alone with a body. It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I exited the place. The woman who had led me into the store room was
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER "Mom, do you think I'll do well today?" George asked, a touch of nervousness in his voice. I paused in adjusting the collar of his soccer jersey and turned around to look at him and myself in the mirror. I understood where his fears came from. George had a crucial tournament to play in, and he was the star player of his team. That came with a lot of expectations from people, which put a lot of responsibilities on his eighteen-year-old shoulders. I smiled warmly at him, making sure he saw years of love and support in my eyes that weren't going away for any reason. "You've trained hard, George. You'll go out there and give it your all. No matter the outcome, your father and I will always be proud of you." He grinned. "Thanks, Mom," he gave me a hasty kiss on the cheek and sat on the bed to put on his boots. The pride in my heart swelled as I watched him tie his shoelaces. "Hey Mom, how long does it take Dad to retrieve my soccer jacket? I'm almost finished
"Hey...you okay?" Moore asked softly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I'm fine. I guess the spin on the beach has me a little dizzy. But I loved it." Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm bluish glow in the room. I sat on our bed, resting my back on a pile of pillows Moore had earlier stacked against the headboard. Moore lay beside me. His arms surrounded my swollen belly protectively, and his fingers made circular ticklish patterns. They made me giggle. We marveled at the miracle growing within me. Our baby, our little bundle of joy. "George is going to be such a lucky child," Moore's s voice held awe and tenderness. We had talked about naming him and agreed to name him George after my father. "And you, my love, will be an amazing mother. And you're an amazing psychologist. What do you think about practicing again after George is born?" I let out a soft sigh in agreement, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in my eyes. "I don't know, Moore. Pract
"Come on up, Amber. We have to head home." He rose and held out his hand towards me. I shook my head. "I can manage. You go and start the car. Get it running. I just need a moment to breathe," I uttered. I could barely recognize my voice. It was rusty, and I felt pains in the back of my throat when I spoke. Scrambling to my feet, I sighed. "Well. This is it. I'm only leaving this place, but you're forever in my heart." The scorching desert sun bore down on my weary shoulders as I stumbled towards the car. The weight of grief still sat heavy in my chest. All I wanted to do was escape the suffocating air of this wilderness. As I neared the car, my vision blurred, and the world around me swirled into an incoherent mess of colors. Darkness crept in, swallowing my consciousness, and I crumpled to the ground. "Amber!" I heard Moore's panicked cry a distance away, and the shuffling of his footfalls as he rushed to my side to gather my fragile form into his arms. "Amber, Amber are
"No, Moore," I replied, my voice heavy with determination. "She's cost me too much. We did the same with Louisa, and she only escaped. I won't let Alicia slip through our fingers again." "Amber, we will make sure the police do their job well if that's what you're afraid of. But we can't take the laws into our hands just like that. Let's follow due processes," Moore's voice pleaded with me from the driver's seat, his words laced with reason and the hope for justice. He tried to convince me that we should turn Alicia over to the police, and let them handle the consequences of her actions. But I couldn't bring myself to comply. Not this time. The weight of our past, the pain Alicia had inflicted upon me, resurfaced with every word. Forgiveness and love had always been one-sided, a futile attempt on my part to salvage what was lost. Now, it was time for me to take control of my destiny. And that will begin by making sure that nobody, starting with Alicia, could ever hurt me or my love
Moore was quiet. I couldn't blame him. My heart was too heavy, and what I was feeling could not be expressed in words. But his care, concern, and need to make me feel better warmed my heart. The door swung open, and the person responsible for our abduction finally stepped into the room. "It's about time you showed yourself, coward," Moore bit out at the approaching figure who didn't spare him a glance. She was focused on me. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes locked with familiar orbs. No way. This could not be. But it was: Alicia, my step-sister. The one who had torn our family and separated me from Moore all those years ago. The mix of anger and fear welled up inside me, but I held my ground, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "Well, well, well! We meet again, sister," she sneered and cackled, swinging a silver Swiss Army paring knife. I was sorely tempted to scream at her and wipe that smirk off her face, but I pulled myself together. Don't give her satisfaction. Alic
Mum and Christie… They were dead. How? Why? My heart pounded and a pool of tears found its way to the back of my eyes. They threatened to pour as I stared at Moore hastily driving towards the house. The tires screeched and he drove past other cars. With the way he drove, every other person could tell it was an emergency — an emergency because I needed to see him. I wasn't able to believe it. No, my dreaded thoughts couldn't have come to reality. Mum and Christie couldn't be dead. I'm sure the call was a prank call. I was excited yesterday — I was problem-free. It couldn't have happened. My Christie will be safe. But then it rang in my head again. If Christie was in danger, then it was my fault. I was probably the worst mother on earth. We left France in the morning. We took the next flight back here. I needed to be sure the call was fake; I needed Mum and Christie here with me. Thankfully, Moore's car came to a halt in our compound and I rushed out. I picked up my heels
I exhaled as I held onto the luggage. After Mum eavesdropped on the conversation, she offered to protect Christie. She insisted Moore and I went on a honeymoon A weird feeling tugged at my chest and worry filled my heart. Dreadful images filled my brain as I thought of it. Is it safe to leave Christie alone? I shut my eyes as I pondered on it. Of course, it was, my prolactin hormone was just at work. Christie will be safe. "Amber," Moore called and I opened my eyes. He gave me a warm smile and took the luggage from me while I turned to Christie. After this, I will make sure I get to spend time with her. "Christie" I called and bent down to her level. We were in front of the building about to leave but I had to make sure I talked to her. "Be fine, okay? Mum will come back soon. Take care okay?" Her giggle filled my ears and she pulled me into a hug which I reciprocated. I broke the hug and peppered her face with kisses which made her chortle. She was indeed a sweetheart! "Bye M
My chest fell and rose as I watched the police take Louisa. I couldn't believe she had escaped from the prison. I knew she wanted to harm me, she was desperate to cause me pain but I didn't expect her to break away from prison."No, you just can't —" Louisa's protest was cut short when the officers grabbed her arm as they led her to the van. The officer turned to me and I bit hard on my lip.My thoughts had begun to wander off. Will it keep happening over and over again? Did I deserve no peace? Why did Louisa cause me pain on things I didn't know about?I couldn't understand it. I whipped my head to Moore when I felt his soothing touch that caused my heart to pound. He pressed my hand softly and I looked up at him.His eyes held the warmest and softest expression I could read; I could read the hope and pain that hid behind his lids."Stop it. Stop it, Moore, you can't keep touching her that way. I hate it!" Louisa yelled as her eyes bore holes into my skin. Veins popped out on her for
I sucked in a sharp breath, the pressure pressed down on my neck made it hard for me to even breathe. My head was pressed back hard against the pillow beneath as the figure above me pressed down even harder than before.The darkness made it impossible for me to see who it was, I only felt cold palms grasped at my throat. My eyes flew open in both shock and panic, small ragged gasps escaped my throat as I felt the air start to leave me. My heart, once quickly beating slowed in tempo and my eyes widened in desperation.No, I couldn't die. I can't die just yet — at least not in this way. I couldn't let them kill me like this.Small coughs erupted from my lips, I wheezed, now desperate to survive, and used my last bit of strength to scream for help as I pushed the figure back with all my might.My push made the figure fall to the ground and I used that opportunity to reach for my light lamp as I coughed painfully, and gasped greedily for breath. The lamp came on, its light wasn't bright b