Chapter One: Irah King
ANABETH COLLINS I literally crawled down the bed like what you see in horror movies when my alarm clock rang. I lazily dragged myself to the bathroom to take a bath. I roughly have half an hour before school starts. Eh, I may or may not have pressed the snooze button but sue me, I slept late last night! Curse Vampire Diaries and Damon. God, I can stare at that piece of art all day long. "Anabeth! Move faster or you'll be late! Stop dragging yourself to the bathroom! You are a human and not a snake for God's sake!" I rolled my eyes when I heard my Mom's voice from outside. I stood up with a grunt and leaned against the door for support before yawning wide while stretching my arms. Not really a pretty sight to see but who cares? I'm alone anyway. It's the only time I can be myself without worrying about what other people think about me. I stared at myself in the mirror like what I always do before taking a bath. You see, I have never been confident with my looks. My curly waist length brown hair, my eyebrows are a bit thick but I trim it by myself, from a youtube tutorial I watched. My eyes are a boring set of blue eyes. My nose is a cute button nose. My lips are pouty and full that I got from Mom. My body is slim. My mother once forced me to see a Doctor if I was anorexic but thank God I wasn't. I am just really slim and don't eat much because I don't have a big appetite. My bully back when I was still a kid often teased me that I was like a kite that might get blown away by the wind. Now that I'm twenty, things haven't changed much. I'm still as skinny as heck that P.E teachers are just making me sit down to avoid possible injuries. After scanning myself from head to toe and sighing to myself, I finally hopped in the shower to wake myself up. I took a quick cold shower before drying my little body using my fluffy pink towel. I'm girly, but so what? My favorite color is pink, but what of it? I quickly dried my hair using another towel before wrestling with it using my brush. Having curly long hair is hard but Mom doesn't want me to cut it and I kind of loved my hair like that anyway. It hides my face well. When I was done dressing myself with a pair of sweaters and jeans, I just threw my things on top of the bed to clean them later at once. I picked up my bag and opened the door. "Oh, joy. You have ten minutes more to go to the university. Pray to God you'll get there on time or you are grounded from using your phone." Mom scolded me, making me pout. My Mom is already dressed for work. She is a nurse who works for our town's hospital. For five years now, it has always been me and Mom when Dad chose to leave us for a much younger woman. I hated him then. I witnessed how Mom's world crumbled down, heard her muffled cries and sobs when she thought I was sleeping. I can only watch helplessly how Mom will stare into nothing in particular with tears in her eyes. It took a year before she got better and we moved far away from the town. From Dad's territory. It's a good thing, too. Mom and I moved on and we are now healed. Mom even started dating again and his name is Frank. Frank is a nice man and I can see how much he cares for her. "I do this every time, trust me, I know what I'm doing." I retorted and got a slap on the back of my head for that. "Mom." I groaned before snatching two pieces of bread and putting my favorite eggs, biting into it and chewing. "You will not be able to be a graduate like this, Anabeth. I know we failed a grade because of what happened but please focus, okay? You have two more years before you graduate from college, but if you're that lazy, then you can kiss it goodbye." I whined. "Don't you trust me, Mom? I'm smart and I can pull it off. I will be a nurse like you in just a few years." Mom only shook her head in defeat. When I was done with my two-minute breakfast, I stood up and kissed Mom's cheek. "Gotta go now, Mom. Oh my, Granola. I actually forgot my first subject for today is Science with Mrs. Hendricks." I remembered and grimaced. "You ate so little, why don't you take some more with you?" Mom suggested, her voice laced with worry. "Nope! I'll just buy bread or something. Bye, Mom! I love you!" I shouted as I ran outside and waved my hand. Thankfully, I saw a bus and quickly got in. The School is just five minutes away from our home by bus and twenty minutes on foot. Sometimes, if I'm in the mood, I will walk. Keyword; Sometimes. I put in my earphones and set the volume to the highest to block the chit-chats around me. I hated taking the bus with passion but Mom refused when I told her I'll just ride a bike or something. She said it's too dangerous and risky so even if I hate the bus where strangers are, I just swallowed my protests and obeyed. When the bus stopped, I practically flew out the door and ran fast to my locker. I took my Science book out and put everything else inside. I glanced down at my watch and gasped softly when I saw that I only have five minutes before the class starts. I rounded the corner and because I was in a hurry, I failed to see a person walking in front of me until my head bumped into their hard chest. "Oww!" I exclaimed when I fell on my ass. Geez, what a stupid tree! I rub my hurt forehead before looking up and my mouth fell open when I recognized the person in front of me. Oh, God. It's Irah King.Chapter Eleven: Back in the Devil's ArmsANABETH COLLINSI can't take it anymore. Every night, I am filled with constant fear for my safety. My only companion is myself and the silence surrounding me in this mansion. Yes, I'm alive, yes I am treated fairly, and yes I am treating the injured members, but this isn't the life I deserve. This isn't what I dreamed of. And so even if it's dangerous, even if it might cost my life, I took the chance I had and escaped. It was the first time I left the mansion after a week, and I was in the car being transported to a hospital to get everything I needed. I was only accompanied by one of Uriah's men, and I took advantage of that by running away from him. Luck was on my side because the street was filled with people and I lost him in the middle. I looked over my shoulder every two seconds to make sure he wasn't following me, and sighed in relief when I was sitting in a bus that will take me home. I felt sorry for Liam because Uriah will surely
Chapter Ten: The Mafia DoctorANABETH COLLINS I lost count of how many times I tried to escape this hell I was forced to live in. I tried running away when I thought no one was around, but one of Uriah's men appeared out of thin air. I tried playing sick, thinking they would take me to the hospital, but they called a doctor instead. I tried everything I could but nothing was working and all my hopes of escaping this place crumbled to the ground. My first night in the mansion was full of anxiety. I don't even know how I slept knowing I was captured against my will. Maybe because my body was just really tired, but my mind never stopped working. I thought of Uriah and those eyes of his. How he uttered the words 'You're mine now' as if it was a warning. The next morning, a knock on the door woke me up. The door slowly opened and a man with a buzz cut with sharp eyes entered. His steps were confident and not hesitant, making me think he wasn't just anyone."Good morning, Doc. My name
Chapter Nine: Captured by the Mafia DonANABETH COLLINSI thought everything was just a nightmare. A dream caused by so much stress. But no. It's too clear for it to be a dream. Uriah's sharp eyes are too real for it to be an illusion of a dream. I just wanted to go home after a long shift, eat a bowl of noodles and lay in my bed. Is that too much to ask? I didn't ask for any of this!The surroundings were too quiet. Not a soul or a single car in sight. There's only the faint smell of the burning smell in the air. If I were to scream for help, would anyone even hear me? I regretted letting my curiosity win. I should have ignored the sound. I should have let my instinct win and run like I was being chased by the devil. For a nurse, I sure have no basic survival instinct! It was too late to back out now. I have already seen everything. The image of him wearing all black while holding a gun and a dead man on his feet is more clear now. My eyes didn't fail to notice the blood on his ch
Chapter Eight: I Can't Let You Go NowURIAH KINGYou will hear nothing around the abandoned warehouse but screams of pain, and cries of mercy. How long have I been hearing them? I can't even remember anymore. I guess I grew up hearing them and I grew tired of them, and eventually felt nothing altogether. "Please, Uriah! I am begging you! I have a wife and children waiting for me at home! I will never do it again! I swear to God!" Mauricio, one of the Don, my uncle's security, cried desperately, looking pathetic with his face covered with his own tears and snot. A cold smirk left my lips as I held the thin stick in my lips, exhaling the toxic smoke. "Come on now. Don't swear to God. God didn't tell you to betray your boss, the one who feeds your family, and sell information to the Italians, did he?" "I-I was just desperate! My son was sick and he needed immediate medical care, Uriah!"Killian, who was the one doing the torturing, let out a cold laugh. "Būllshit. Do you really think
Chapter Seven: Death on Your DoorstepANABETH COLLINS "How are you feeling today, Daisy?" I asked the sweet lady while checking her vital signs.She was admitted here last week because of a stomachache that later turned out to be cancer. She reminded me of my late grandma I also lost to pancreatic cancer. Daisy is a sweet old lady and her family loves her. "I feel like I can leave anytime soon, dear." Daisy replied with a smile and I smiled back, noting her blood pressure, temperature, abd heart and pulse rate. "Don't say such things like that, Daisy. You still have a granddaughter you will see." I tried to comfort her although we all know the truth. Her cancer is progressing fast and unfortunately, she's at Stage 4, and Doctor Mike already told her family to spend as much time with her as they can. People deemed nurses and doctors as heartless, but no. We can feel emotion and we can emphatize with the patients, we just can't show it, and sometimes, you just really get used to it.
Chapter Six: Tease Me, Feel MeANABETH COLLINS"I-I'm sorry, I thought you were..." I trailed off, not knowing if what I was about to say was appropriate. He already caught me in an awkward situation. Should I really admit that I was supposed to seduce his twin?!Realization dawned on his face and I saw his eyes reflecting disappointment when the light seeping through the curtain hit them, but it was quickly gone that I had to ask myself if I really saw it. I thought he'd give up and get off me, but my breath hitched when his face was suddenly in front of me. I can smell his aftershave and he smelled of cigarettes and mint. I am often turned off by the smell, but why does he smell so good? Why do I feel the urge to close my eyes and bury my nose in his skin?"We share the same face, don't we? You can pretend I am him," he said, his warm breath fanning my face. His fingertip was suddenly on my skin, and I gasped softly. "I can pretend to be him and you can moan his name. I don't mind