Raymond's POV“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, frustration laced in my voice.“What’s going on? What would happen to Hope?” Elena's tears rushed down, her voice quivering.What have I done? If only I protected Elena just as I had promised her, I don't think all these would have happened.“God,” I mumbled, relaxing on one of the pillars in the mansion and shutting my eyes, my shoulders shrugged as my thoughts weighed me down like lead.“You always ruin everything,” Ralph accused, his voice venomous.“Your anger keeps getting in the way and you end us destroying things, Raymond,” Ralph grumbled. “Shut the bloody hell up, Ralph!” I muttered as sweat dripped down my face.I could feel fear crawling down my spine, my breath coming in short gasps. I was reeling in confusion, unsure of what would happen to my little boy if the anonymous caller took his threats seriously.“Fuck it,” I cursed under my breath.A stinging sensation could be felt in my eyes. Could it
Raymond's POV“What plan, Ralph?” “I know how these guys operate, I know how they reason and I'm quite sure they're gonna play a foul game,” said Alana as she descended the stairs with calculated steps.Ralph whirled around, surprised at the lines of Alana’s expression as she walked towards him.“You don't have to go, Ralph. For fuck sake, this isn't a fucking chess game! ” Alana protested.Displaying a smirk on his lips Ralph turned in my direction, ignoring Alana's protest.“ Then a game of chess it is,” said Ralph as he displayed a mysterious grin, I had never seen him so confident while speaking. “What the fuck is going on in your head, Ralph?” I asked, as his expression plunged me into the dark.“We are gonna play chess,” he said, as his already fierce facial expression intensified making everyone stare as if they had just seen a ghost.“I’m quite confused, Ralph. How's this going to help Hope?” My voice was laced with confusion.“Patience Brother” We would pull
Elena's POV“Do You think they're alright, Dad? ” I asked my father-in-law with a heavy voice.The tension which engulfed the room was palpable, only broken by my question.He raised his face and stared into my eyes, unsure of how to reply to my question.“I think,” his voice was weak and barely audible.Alana was seated on the couch, her eyes fixated on the floor. She had been like that, ever since Ralph left the mansion.My mother-in-law leaned against a pillar, besides my father-in-law, both had grin faces and were lost in thoughts.“Should we call? Maybe ask if they're safe. Should we…” Alana was halted by my father-in-law's cold gaze.“Calling might implicate and raise issues, luring the enemy in their direction”. True! They might be detected,” Father-in-law declined, dismissively shaking his head.The sound of the rasping of knuckles on the glassy door reverberated through the air.The door slowly creaked open, revealing Raymond, a sad look on his face. Hi
Raymond's POV“The kid's in danger. He needs a blood donor,” said Doctor Lucas with a pang of seriousness in his voice as he stared, his eyes boring into mine.“What do we do?” Elena asked, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she walked over to him.“Go look for a donor, he needs an O-donor you'll get tested down the hall and be fast about it,” he whispered.I watched Elena pick up her phone and call various numbers, mumbling some unheard words. My father tried to reach my mom whom he suspected must have the same blood group as Hope.All their efforts yielded to nothing, as they paced back and forth, searching for help which was far from them.With a wink of his eyes, he walked out of the place, signaling me to trail behind him. I knew I was in a position to save the baby, but how could I do it? It would be harder sneaking out and into the library.“I got to pee,” I muttered, tracing my steps out of the room.I stole a glance at the unconscious Alana,“I hope she survives this shock,
Elena's POV“Am I missing something?” I asked, my tone laced with worry as I stared blankly at their reaction.Raymond heaved a sigh,“No, you aren't,” “We were having a little…….” Before he could finish, Alana's shrill voice could be heard, it was loud and clear. “ A little secret Raymond has been keeping for you,” Alana hissed, still maintaining her cold demeanor, her brow raised.I stood, still reeling in confusion as I stared blankly at them.“Okay?” I asked, my voice etched in nervousness.“Why don't you spill the truth, Raymond? ” Alana's gaze shifted to Raymond, who sought to remain mute, his eyes fixated on the floor beneath him, as if something had caught his interest.“Raymond?” I called, startling out of the thousand thoughts that swirled in his head.After a while of getting no response, I whirled around. I wasn't in the mood to keep going in their riddles.I was still glad and wanted to give them the news of the anonymous person who donated b
Raymond's POVMy mind was heavy in thoughts as I stared at Elena walking away.My lips were heavy, heavy enough to keep me mute while Alana threw those words at me.The shuttering of the cameras reverberated through the air as some persons in the hospital struggled to get every and any reaction that ran across my face.“Raymond, is that true?” My father asked, his voice startling me from my thoughts.“Not now, Father,” I answered under my breath, dragging my feet out of the congested walkway.I couldn't help but feel my temper flare as the flickering of the light rays from different cell phones penetrated my eyes.I traced my steps to Doctor Lucas's office, sitting on the stool, a sigh escaping my lips as he shut the door.For a brief moment, we remained silent.“I warned you, Raymond,” his voice broke the serene atmosphere, devoid of any emotions.I exhaled, bowing my head in regret. Why does my past keep affecting my present?“I’m in no mood to take the blame,”
Elena's POVSuppressing my sobbing was the best way to ease the pain as tears flowed down my eyes.I sniffled and checked my phone again, my eyes widening at the lies the bloggers told online.As I glanced around the car, a sense of unease crept over me. I murmured to myself, 'How cruel can they be?' But at that moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the newsmen.The pain that was threatening to overwhelm me was nothing compared to the blisters I had from the hot water burn.I walked out of my car and into the building, making my way to the freezer.Of course, Raymond was there. I could see him stare as I walked into the kitchen.I grabbed a bottle of water and quickly made my way out of the sitting room, intentionally avoiding eye contact with Raymond as I hurried out of the mansion and shut the door firmly behind me.The screeching of my tires could be heard as I drove out of the parking slot and into the streets, weaving through traffic, as my mind
Raymond's POV“How long can you keep the distance between both of us, Elena?” I muttered, shrugging my shoulders as I headed to my seat.I collapsed on a chair, supporting my head with my hand as my mind raced with deep thoughts.Out of the blue, the memories of the love we shared in the past flickered in my mind, and for a moment, I was surrounded by a warm wave of happiness, one that I was unsure if I would ever witness again. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I mumbled, rasping my knuckles violently on the desk, the sound reverberating through the air.If I had heeded Dad's warnings, I wouldn't have gotten myself stuck in this shit.The screeching of tires could be heard outside, loud and clear. I walked to the window just in time to see Elena drive out of the parking slot and move at great speed to the Streets, her car slowly turned invincible as it mixed with those on the bustling streets of New York.“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Raymond,” I inhaled slowly,
Elena's Point of ViewI stood in the poorly illuminated room, tears streaming down my face as I recounted everything I'd been through—the loss, the pain, the gain… everything.I hugged myself, memories of my son flashing before my eyes. I could still see him running toward me and planting kisses on my face. I shut my eyes, letting the tears fall freely, hoping that maybe the pain would go away if I just admitted that I was hurt. I could still hear Ralph's deep voice speaking to me:“Elena, stay strong. Raymond might be a jerk, but once you understand him, you'll be cool with him,” he would tell me each time he saw me drowning in pain.Now, they were all gone. The building made me feel a little uncomfortable with its tranquil state. Raymond, on the other hand, had always been moody, unwilling to discuss anything with me.I wiped my tears with the edge of my palm and stood up. Today, my father-in-law would be buried at the cemetery.I glanced at the mirror. I was dressed in a dark gown,
Raymond's point of viewThe sitting room was filled with laughter and sift clinging of glasses, particularly from my friends. I had invited only a few friends; we didn't want to make it known to avoid the prying eyes of the journalists.My father sat on the stool like a king with a warm smile, watching my friends drink to their satisfaction; it was his birthday.“Where is the baker?” I asked, my mom's eyes scanning the room as I searched for her. Just then, she walked in with the cake cradled in her hand. Her face was covered with a veil; she was an Indian, and maybe she was respecting her culture. I knew little about Indian culture. She had tattoos on her hand, which I observed as she slowly dropped the cake on the table.“I should be taking my leave,” she whispered, her voice tiny.“So early?” Elena asked, walking up to her.“Yeah, I've got some unfinished business to attend to,” she replied, her voice firm.Elena tried protesting, but I stopped her just in time with a kiss, which
Alana's Point of ViewI sat in the corner of the room, my eyes stretched wide as I focused on the window. Cadwell Psychiatric Hospital could be defined as hell. My hair was unkempt and untangled, resting on my pale face, and my clothes were loose, hanging on my shrugged shoulders. I had spent two months in this hell, and no one bothered to reach out to me.I dragged my hair and groaned, my eyes reddening as I thought about Elena. Her life was fixed, and mine was damaged.Just then, a lady walked into the room with a guard, her face pale.“Alana Laurence, you have a visitor,” she said. Visitor? That sounded like a word foreign to my life.I stood from the marble floor and strutted out of the room with her. My heart sank as I stared at Violet on the other end of the table, a smile crawling up her lips. Her hair was tinted, her lips crimson, and she wore a long red gown. She stole my breath away at that moment.She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same.
Alana's Point of ViewThe distant hum of machines could be heard, the strong scent of antiseptic evident in the air. I tossed and turned on the bed, pain coursing down my abdomen. I was at the hospital; even without opening my eyes, I knew it.The low, distant chatter of patients and doctors added to my unease, and I had no other option but to let my eyes open.“Damn it,” I cursed, sitting upright. Sweat raced down my forehead as I stared at the doctors and nurses running around me.“She is awake, Doctor,” one of the nurses said, signaling the attention of Doctor Lucas.Maintaining his friendly demeanor, he walked over to me, a smile spreading across his lips.“Alana, welcome on board,” he teased, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. Honestly, his sense of humor sucked. I couldn't believe that I had come to the hospital after being pushed down by Elena.“How do you feel?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.“Better,” I grumbled. To be honest, I felt that he should shut up and
Elena's point of viewEver since my stepmother's burial, Alana's health has deteriorated. She had handled her departure like a grown woman, but now she acts like she lost it. Her change of behavior was secretly causing an alarm. I don't mean to use the word, but she acted insane.“You awake this morning?” Raymond's voice sliced through the air, startling me from my thoughts. A smile tugged beside my lips as he leaned in, his hands cupping my boobs. He pressed my nipples, and I let out a soft moan.“What's bothering my angel?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“Nothin’.” I replied, relaxing on his chest, his cologne dominating the air.“Alright, if you say so,” he whispered, biting my ear, and I giggled in response.“You going to jog today?” I asked, playing with his darkened nipples, which were perched on his muscular pecs.“The only exercise I want to do is with you,” he whispered, rolling me over and staying on top of me. I could feel his bulge harden on my stomach, our gaze fixated for
Alana's point of viewMy eyes were weary as I stared on a pillar, trying to avoid everyone's attention from my direction. The hot, steamy chocolate coffee enveloped the air. I reached out and took a sip, my eyes still fixated on the pillars. It wasn't easy acting like I was grieving my mother; well, I was good at what I did. It was obvious I was better than I had given myself credit for.Raymond stared at me from a distance as he played with Hope. I wasn't a telepath, but I was sure whatever was going on in his mind was clearly not good. The news felt unbelievable in his ears. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't convinced that my mother died so fast, even after he demanded an autopsy.I got up from the couch, walked over to the table, and dropped the coffee cup. I could notice his gaze trailing behind me as I walked out sobbing. I had requested an emergency burial for mom; the authorities had their doubts, but I seventy had my way after so many pleadings from my lawyer and my surna
Alana's point of viewI could feel anger course through my veins as I paced back and forth.My mother had one job to do, and now she screwed it up. If she was as smart as she claimed to be, I wouldn't be stuck in this mess.My knuckles collided with the pillars, and my brows arched as I stared at the mirror in front of me. The beating of my heart quickened as I bit my lips. I rolled my eyes in anger, sinking into the soft mattress. I was torn apart between seeing my mother's face and staying back at home. With a frustrated sigh, I rose, dragging my feet across my spacious room. Striding gracefully with a poised elegance, I walked down the stairs, Elena's gaze trailing behind. She had halted her lively conversation after she saw me. My shoulders shrugged, and I walked outside the sitting room and into my car. The car swerved through the streets, and I got to the police station in no time.The harsh fluorescent light of the prison visiting room flickered slightly as I walked in, my f
Elena's point of viewThe afternoon sun streamed down the window, casting warm glows on the floor.My hand grasped the baking pan as I carefully grazed butter on it, humming my favorite song ‘Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.’ It was Hope's birthday; he just turned six, and we decided to throw a little party. I had chosen not to allow my dad's condition to take a toll on me for now.The scent of freshly baked chocolate cake wafted through the atmosphere, perching on my nostrils. I stood erect as my eyes scanned the kitchen for any other thing that needed to be done; thankfully there was none.Quickly, I dropped everything I was holding and walked into the shower cubicle to wash away the day's exhaustion and grimness. As the cool liquid ran down my spine, I felt a sigh of relief engulf me. Seconds stretched into minutes, and I was done with my bath. Just as I was about to select a gown from the vast collection of clothing in my wardrobe, my eyes rested on the CD, which stayed lazily on the n
Elena's Pov.I was seated by the balcony and delighted in the refreshing cool breeze and invigorating fresh air, which provided much-needed comfort for my stressed body.Been pretty stressed lately, and I was advised by Doctor Lucas to have enough rest. The sweet melodies of the birds nearby transferred a calm sensation into my soul.So lost in thoughts, I jerked upon hearing the shrill sound of my phone ringing. I got back into my bedroom to check who the caller was. On realizing that it was my father's doctor, I picked it up instantly.“Good evening, doctor, please, how is my father doing?” “I am so sorry to break this news to you, Elena; your father passed on in the early hours of the day,” he explained with sadness evident in his voice. What! How!“This isn't happening, W- What happened?” I stuttered with short breaths. My heart raced rapidly as my fears began to resurface. I could feel sweat beads forming on my forehead even with the cool breeze that filled the air.“I have in