A stranger in my house

I opened my eye hours or days later in an unfamiliar building. I rolled my eyes, trying to feel them. I don't know for how long I have been out, but I am very willing to know who it is that is adding to my troubles.

"Wow, so you are finally awake? My dear Samantha. It's been days stupid". I heard that voice, I have heard that voice before, How could I not know that voice?

I tried to turn to where the voice was coming from, and I had difficulty turning, because I was tied to a chair. I needed to move the seat, so that I could see the face of the hunter.

Don't worry yourself dear Samantha,you will see me". He added, and as he got closer, I couldn't believe it. I haven't seen him in five years, why would he stalk me? What does he want? He was quick to send me away, as if he had always wanted to do so.

Edward Stones? I called his name. I just cannot believe that it has been my husband stalking me all this while.

"Yes dear, it is me. I wouldn't have remembered you, if not for your note that I received recently". He says, and I searched my brain, trying to remember when I sent him a note.

I know I always feel like calling him some times and asking to see my daughter, but his warnings to stay away is inscribed in my heart.

"What are you talking about Edward? I didn't send you any note?

"Don't play dumb with me. No one could have known about the deal with the Bradfords if not you. You were the only one that had an idea about it, and now, you are trying to threaten me, that if I don't clear your name, you will tell the world about me. Well, I got your message loud and clear, so before you could get the chance to do that, I am here to end your life". He says, and I lost my breath for once, I tried to come up with something to say, but I couldn't find the right words to use.

It is true that I have seen him with the notorious group Bradford, but I didn't even know what they were doing together. I spoke to him as my husband, not to do business with them, and that was the last conversation we had, before my nightmare began, and I was asked to leave Newyork.

"Edward, you have to believe me, I don't know what you are talking about".

"Shut up bitch! He screamed and slapped me hard on my left cheek, that I turned my face to the opposite side immediately. I would have loved to quickly massage my cheek, but my hands were tied.

I am going to kill you, but I will make it look more like a suicide, you are going to write a note, about how you regret all you did, you know, fucking your underaged student and destroying his life, then you will add that, life is worthless, which is why, you have decided to take your own life. Don't worry, I will mourn you, and pray for you, and our daughter, oh, she will grow up to understand".

"I don't know what you are talking about Edward, and I am not going to do anything of sort". I told him, still wondering just how crazy he has suddenly become.

"Oh you will my dear, because you see, if you don't, Whitney will suffer, she is already suffering as we speak. She is trying to be as stubborn as you, and this is what she gets from being stubborn". He showed me a picture of my daughter with bruises on her face. Oh my gosh! I wanted to hold the phone to look closely at it.

My daughter have really grown big, but she surely looks pale and maltreated. She was only three when I left, I didn't even get to say goodbye to her, I would give anything to see her again, but not like that.

I swallowed hard, then I spoke calmly, hoping for a miracle.

"Edward, please believe me, this is all a misunderstanding. I have been on my own for the past five years, I haven't contacted anyone from Newyork, neither have I met anyone. Everyone abandoned me, I have been eating from hand to mouth, why would I think of coming at you, when I know I cannot fight you? I tried to make him understand, but he only got furious, and hit me again on the other side of my cheek, so that the both sides receives his anger, thinking I was trying to deceive him.

"Boss, you need to see this? One of his men says, stretching out a phone to him. He took one more look at me, before reaching for the phone.

I don't know what was shown him on the phone, but whatever it was, saved me, he stared at me again, before leaving the premises. I was not interested to know what he just read, but I was really interested in leaving the place, and this time, I was done hiding, I am going to come out from my hiding place, and I will fight for my daughter, even if it's the last thing I do.

He came back again, and knocked me out with just a punch, I found myself in an unconscious state again, when I opened my eyes, I was on my bed, in my apartment.

At first I would have thought that I had dreamt all that, but with the way my entire body aches, I didn't need any one to tell me that I hadn't dreamt all that, it actually did happen.

I sat up on the bed with a new spirit.

I am going to fight for my daughter.