I'm a troubled soul tonight. My lemon and honey coffee doesn't taste anything close to its usual sweetness. The rubbish that bitch said to me is lingering in my head. What's more baffling is how she said that with so much certainty. I blow out my coffee and take another sip, wishing it would smooth me, but I guess this isn't the remedy to my anxiety. I don't want Maria to ruin me and Andy. I don't want her lies to get into me. I can't allow her to be the reason why I start being an insecure bitch. I know my Andy, and her opinions or beliefs don't count at all. Yeah! I toss my tasteless coffee aside and stand up, turning around to go join my beautiful family in bed. It was so ludicrous of me to leave them in the middle of the night just to come and think about all this senseless stuff. I should learn to ignore that witch and just... His tall figure leaning on the closed kitchen door meets my eyes. Arms crossed on the chest. Was I so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice him c
I finish dressing up in my room for yet another annoying park outing with Angel and the bitch, Maria. It's the third time we are doing this, and I am freaking out. My one-month pregnancy is kind of making me lazy, and the witch's demand to take Angel out every damn time she feels like it is stirring my emotions badly. We should have a serious talk about this with her because she will not order me around in my house like a puppet. Swaggering out of my room to say goodbye to Andy and get Angel, I find this witch leaning on his door, eavesdropping on Andy. The nerve! What is so inviting that caught her attention? This is not the direction to her room, so was she trying to sneak into Andy's room? Is she growing suspicious of us? I start wobbling my legs slowly in her direction, and now that I think of it, maybe she is actually speculating something. Could that be why Damian has kept a low profile for the last four days? The officers who were trailing him down have not been able to gather
I am practically dragging myself as I saunter into Andy's room. My heart is heavy and downcast. It further starts to bleed when my eyes plummet at the sight of his cheerful face as he fiddles with his daughter on his bed. I feel so shattered and hopeless amidst the unrest. The only reason I am not weeping right now is because Andy has no clue of the catastrophe awaiting him yet. But for how long? And even so, all these lies are tormenting me. I hate keeping secrets from him. I can decide to tell him the truth about my pregnancy because I know he will be over the moon with the news. But about Angel? Where on earth can I get the vitality to mumble such a heartbreaking thing to him? How can I shutter all the dreams he has for the innocent kid just like that? This broad smile on his face—I cannot take that away from him. I can't bear to watch him go through the torture of losing Angel. I don't even want to imagine the pain and agony this will bring him. I can't handle seeing him get shut
ANDY'S POVAs soon as I hear the car pull out of the compound, I stroll out of my room, as usual, to trail my wife and my daughter. It freaks me out to let them leave with that whore, but I am glad today will be the last one. They will never go through all the torture they have gone through in the last couple of days. Finally, my Ania, my precious daughter, and I will be free and together like the family that we are. At last, Tania and I can love each other freely the way we desire. We will be the best parents my daughter and the other kids will have. As for that bitch Maria and that bastard Damian, they can be assassinated in prison for all I care. As a matter of fact, I think dying will even be a better idea for everyone's sake. I noticed earlier on that Ania was concealing something from me, but I don't condemn her. I'm hurt, yes, but I'm trying to understand her situation. Her love for me and our daughter can make her do anything, including lying to us if that means sparing us fro
The limo makes a stop in an unfamiliar jungle, and I am hauled out of the car with Angel buckled between my hand and my chest. The kid is terrified to death, and I am a nervous wreck too. I howled in the limo until I gave up, because all these two monsters did was laugh and mock at my panic and despondency. They said it was my end, that I wouldn't even see the setting of the sun, but I am hanging on the tiny thread of hope that Andy heard our conversation. If he did, he is almost nearby. He is going to save us. If he didn't, then I don't know if I can fight these two armed murderers, but I am surely not dying without a fight. In this desolate, arid jungle where not even flies can be spotted, the two murderers stand before me, guns in their hands. I put my daughter to the ground and pushed her to my back, fretting about the trauma she is going through right now and the more to come. I watch as Maria heaves her hand and points her gun to my head, but I stay put, the oscillation ceasing
I am not sure if the dilemma is as certain as it seems right now, but I am delightedly thrilled about the situation this bitch is in. The state of anguish and turmoil amidst mistrust. She turns to Damian. "Babe, you must be confusing your target. She is your target, and you ought to put an end to her life. We need to leave with our daughter before that jerk Andy finds us." She says between gritted teeth that her face is starting to turn pale due to the pain of her gun wound and the confusing actions of her partner. "How could you two have been so heartless and voracious to make Andy believe that Angel was his daughter, huh? Are you that rotten?" I query, my eyes not blinking nor my hands shaking, because no matter how fascinating this act of Damian is, I cannot put my guard down. I don't know what is running through his head. "That was my project to get back into Andy's life and milk him of every single cent he has on his name. Unfortunately, the jerk turned out to be a smarter dic
An hour later!I'm here at the hospital with a bandaged, pounding head and a depleted self, struggling to control the restless and uncomfortable, anxious Andy. His wound on his right upper arm is badly bleeding, and his white t-shirt has deviated to a red color. He has vetoed being touched by any doctor, and all he has been doing for the last hour since we arrived in this hospital is pacing back and forth outside of the room where Angel is being attended to by a team of doctors. He does not care about his own well-being at all, but that of his daughter. His life is not important, but his precious daughter's. He is squirming uncontrollably with impatience and fear. He can't stand still even for a minute, and mellowing him down has been one of the most impossible things I have ever experienced."Andy, please! Angel will be fine. Try to calm down." I mumbled for the thousandth time. "Calm down, Ania? My daughter was barely breathing when I handed her to the doctors. It's been an hour no
"Tania!"I turn around to hear the voice of Rita behind me, her husband beside her. They are shocked at my state. "Ambrose. Please find doctor Shannia and ask her to take you to where Andy is taking a bath. " I say, and he turns around on his long strands. I hope he arrives in time to find Andy still in the bathroom. Otherwise, it would be impossible to get him back there again. "How are you, my friend?" Tania speaks before I can forget that there is someone around me. I need comfort. I need a friend, and she has always been the only one.I fall into her arms, and she hugs me tight, the weight of what I have been carrying for the last couple of hours coming out in drops of tears. I rest on her chest until I realize I am almost soaking her top wet with my tears. I pull away. "I am so afraid, Rita." I mutter, keeping my sobs at bay and drying some of my tears. "Everything will be fine, Tania." She consoles. "When, Rita? Every time we think this is about to be over, something happe