I was having an amazing time in Paris, and I was determined to let it last. I graduated from the university three months ago, and this was my well-deserved break from spending four years studying business administration instead of Art.
Dad has tried to get me to come back home multiple times in the last year, but I refused. I slaved my way through university and graduated Valedictorian, so I was going to be selfish with this vacation.
But on the other hand, could I call it a vacation if I had spent my last three months in Paris in the comfort of my hotel room?
I went sightseeing and did a lot of shopping in the first few weeks I came here, but I got bored quickly, and I didn’t have any friends to bring with me.
I didn’t do friendships. There was a lot of dramatics and baggage involved that I would rather not deal with, and I had yet to meet someone who genuinely liked me and wasn’t after me because of what they could get from my father.
Today, however, was going to be a different day from the last few since I planned to attend an exhibition that was held not too far from the hotel I was staying at.
For someone who had been here for a little over three months, I didn’t know shit about this place. All I did was spend time on my balcony people-watching while sipping my coffee, and I’m sure the people who could see me would think I was obnoxious.
I took one final look at the scenery in front of me before heading back inside the room and jumping on the soft bed that bounced with my action, making me chuckle.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light go off, and I picked it up to see I had a missed call from Duke, our butler.
“Not today, Duke”, I muttered to the phone, “I’m not going to listen to you try to convince me that I should come home again. I’ll come home when I am ready”
I dropped the phone on the bed and decided to get ready since I had just an hour left before the exhibition started.
It was a small exhibition, so I decided to wear a simple yellow dress. I had a small debate on whether I should go with my phone before I decided to leave it behind since no one called me except Duke and my dad.
The exhibition venue was supposed to be close by, but when I arrived, it had already started, and the sun had gone down.
As soon as I stepped foot in the gallery, I was blown off my feet by the amazing art pieces. They were magnificent, and I was hit with instant regret that I didn’t take my phone to capture them.
I was so engrossed in the pieces that I walked into someone’s back who had been talking to another man.
“I’m sorry”, I apologised, flustered, before rushing away from the scene.
“Mr Hayland, are you okay?”
Atticus Hayland? What was such a powerful man doing at a small exhibition like this?
I shook the thought off my head when I saw a piece that took my breath away.
Before me was a woman who was smiling so wide even though her lips had been sewn shut. I couldn’t imagine how painful that must be, but there she was, staring at me with eyes glittering with excitement as tears streamed down her cheeks.
A beautiful contrast that had my heart racing and clenching painfully.
My fingers ached with the desire to draw something so mesmerising one day.
It was late before I decided to go back to the hotel. I was the last person to leave the venue because I couldn’t bear to part with the pieces before me. They were so stunning I wanted them engraved into my brain.
I took a cab on the way back, and I was thankful I took my purse because I had decided to walk to the venue, which was why I arrived late.
It felt like my phone was glaring at me when I entered the hotel room, so I went to pick it up but frowned when I saw it was dead.
“That’s why you look so grumpy”, I scoffed, then plugged it in while I went to the bathroom to shower after I ordered room service because I was starving.
After my shower, the room service arrived, and I went to remove my phone from charging so I could call Duke back. He would be worried, and I had promised to at least call him once a day.
When my phone came on, I was stunned to see I had over fifty missed calls from both Duke and the house number.
“What the fuck” I whispered. Even though Duke loved to call me when he got worried after I didn’t call or reply, he had never given me so many missed calls.
Panic gripped me as I began to go into a frenzy. This has never happened before, and my mind began to wander as I tried to think of what could have happened while I dialled Duke’s number.
“Miss Hazel?” Duke’s relieved voice reached me as he answered the call on the first ring.
“Duke?” I asked with a shaky voice, “What’s happening? I saw so many missed calls from you and the house”
My voice was as fast as the racing of my heart. I felt fear grip me as my body started to believe that something was wrong.
“Young miss, where have you been?” Duke snapped, his relief disappearing and turning into anger “You haven’t answered any of your calls for the past hours. I was so close to contacting the police over there to arrange a search party”
Damn, he was angry. Duke was one to hardly snap or yell at someone, even when he was irritated.
“I’m sorry, Duke” I quickly apologised. “I went to an art exhibition close to my hotel, and I left my phone behind. I didn’t think I would be gone for this long,” I explained.
I felt guilty for causing so much panic for them, especially Dad. I could imagine he was very worried, and right now, I hoped Duke would continue to talk to me and not hand the phone to my father.
“Why would you go out without your phone? We have taught you better, young miss.” He scolded, “What if there was an emergency or something happened to you? You know better than to be this careless, Miss Hazel”
“I didn’t think correctly,” I told him “Please, don’t be angry with me. It won’t happen next time,” I pleaded because I hated it when Duke was angry with me.
“Don’t let it happen again” He snapped one more time, and I nodded my head solemnly, and when I remembered he couldn’t see me, I mumbled a quiet yes.
“So why did you call? Did something happen? Where is Dad?” I asked to prevent him from scolding me more because I couldn’t take any more.
And I doubted that the reason that they called me so many times was because they couldn’t reach me. Something must have happened back at home.
“You need to come home on the next plane,” Duke demanded, and I rolled my eyes. We’ve had this talk a billion times already.
“Duke”, I whined and took a seat “I have told you a thousand times that I am not ready to come home. When I want to come home, I will so tell Dad that there is no need to always get you to call me and try to force me to come home”
I explained as calmly as I could so I wouldn’t raise my voice because I was tired of them calling me over the same thing over and over again.
“You don’t have a choice this time, you have to come home”, he said again, this time with a firm tone that left no room for argument.
I would have argued, but there was something in his tone that stopped me. Something that made me believe something was wrong.
“Tell me what’s wrong”, I demanded, all irritation I felt fading and turning to fear “Where is Dad?”
Usually, when Duke called me, Dad would be in the background complaining about my lack of obedience, but today was different. I hadn’t heard a word of complaint in the background.
And Dad had also not called me. There had been calls from Duke and the house number, but nothing from him, which was weird.
“Your father… He…” Duke stuttered as though the words were too heavy for him to say.
“What happened to Dad? Duke, talk to me,” I screamed into the phone as my panic level rose and I began to sweat even under the cool AC
“He is…” He paused again, and I could no longer sit still. I stood up and began to pace the room.
“Duke, you are making me scared. Tell me,” I practically screamed again. My knees were getting weak from the amount of fear that I was feeling.
“Your father is on his deathbed, young mistress” he finally spoke, and my knees gave out.
I didn’t care that I would hurt myself with the way my back had hit the bed painfully as I dropped to the floor from shock.My legs seemed to have given up on the ability to hold me up as I tried to process Duke’s statement.Denial set in “What do you mean by Dad is sick? He is healthy. He sounded okay when he called me,” I didn’t believe Duke. My old man was fine.Duke sighed “It pains me to say it, young miss, but your father is sick and at the end of his life”Duke’s voice had become so small, as though he was afraid of how I would react, and he was right to be.If he was in front of me, maybe I would have attacked him for spewing such nonsense.“Don’t be ridiculous, Duke. Dad is not on his deathbed. That’s an expensive joke to play just to get me to come home early”I tried to laugh it off, but my laughter had doubts edged onto them like thorns on roses. It was painful.“He has a brain tumour, and it can’t be operated on. We’ve been managing it with medications, but he relapsed sud
“David, could you please drive a little bit faster?” I asked for the millionth time since we left the airport.I was sure David was irritated with my constant push for him to drive faster but he showed no hint of it. He had always been good at hiding his emotions.“Young mistress, I can assure you that I am driving as responsibly fast as I am allowed to He replied with the same answer he had given me every time I asked the same question, and his tone held no grudge; he was just understanding.I had asked him if Dad was at home and knew I was coming but he kept avoiding the question or just ignoring it. His silence was doing little to nothing to pacify me.It was like experiencing life through the eyes of 12-year-old me all over again when mom had left us after her long struggle with cancer.I had been in school, eager for the torturous day to come to an end so I could go home and sit by mom’s side and read her favourite book from my bookshelf to her, only I didn’t need to wait till
My legs gave out, but the nurse was faster and held me before my body could hit the ground. She led me to the chair by my father’s bedside.My head was still reeling from the shock that I was going to go through the pain of losing another parent again.My dad, who I had always looked up to as the strongest man in the world, was being defeated by cancer. I could not control myself as the tears came cascading like a waterfall whose gates had just been opened.I didn’t know how long I sat there crying, unable to control myself or even look at my dad for fear that I may die of pain. I didn’t want to see him so weak and defeated.The doctor and male nurse stood there awkwardly and just watched me cry. This life was so fucking unfair to the good people. Why do bad people get to live long?“But how is it possible that he had been fighting for so long, and not once did I see him sick?” I was still in disbelief.“Like I said earlier, we were managing it well. The chemo was working, but everythi
The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive.I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read just because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and laid down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.I always felt like she was always here with me whenever I visited her because of how calm I always am whenever I come here.At first, our staff found it creepy that I felt comfortable lying beside a grave but to me, it was not just a grave but my mother’s bed. She was there and I never had to feel afraid when it came to her. I would spend hours here and it was always easier to talk to mom about issues I could never talk to Dad about.“Mom, Dad may be coming over to jo
I think I was ready to become an Olympic runner due to the number of times I found myself sprinting due to one news or the other lately as a result of Dad.The moment the news had left the maid’s lips, I found myself taking off in a sprint. The supposedly long distance to the house didn’t seem too far anymore as I made my way towards the house in a flash.When the staff saw me running, some ran after me, probably guessing there was news related to my father, and they also wanted to hear it since everybody had been on edge since he had been unconscious for days.I ran as fast as I could even though my legs were weak from lack of proper exercise, and I didn’t even turn to check if the maid was following behind me.Does this mean that Dad would be okay? His waking up has to mean something good, right? It would probably mean he would make a quick recovery, wouldn’t it?I did not want to allow any room for negativity right now, so I was making sure all the bad thoughts roaming my head were
“This was my favourite photo of you. You looked like a real angel; I knew I had to take a photo”There was so much love and adoration in Dad’s eyes as we looked at a picture of me when I was seven. I had to admit that I was a real beauty as a child. It felt like I was staring at a human-sized Barbie doll.I was wearing a cute pink gown, and my blonde hair had been put into a ponytail, and my eyes were so blue as they sparkled with innocence and mischief.“It had been a hassle to get you to stay still for that photo. You had way too much candy because your mother could never resist your puppy eyes, and you knew it. We had to bribe you with the promise of another candy if you stayed still to take that photo” He smiled and ran his fingers over the photo as if he was relieving that moment all over again.“That was the best day. Mom had finally gotten that catering degree and made us a feast. I didn’t understand what that meant back then, but I was happy because she was happy”“I loved you,
I did not go back to see Dad after I had walked out due to anger. I made sure Agnes, the maid in charge of Dad, kept me updated about his health. Even though I was mad, I was still scared of anything happening while I wasn’t there.I was currently lying on my bed, where I had been since I walked out of Dad’s room. I was starving because I had been too angry to eat anything yesterday, and now I was suffering as a result of my poor decisions.The movie I had been watching now seemed uninteresting as I remembered that I would be getting married to a man that I had never seen. I tossed my phone to the side and rolled on my back so I was staring at the star-decorated ceiling above me."Marriage may not be one of the things that I had obsessed about or knew what I wanted when it came to the topic, but it still didn’t mean that I wanted to marry just anyone.I was considering being single for the rest of my life and just adopting a kid or two, so I wouldn’t end up alone, but now that was out
I don’t think I had ever been this nervous in my entire life.I thought the most nervous I would ever get was when I waited for my admission letter, but standing here in front of the floor-length mirror in my walk-in closet as I examined my outfit for the millionth time, I could barely breathe. I told myself I didn’t care and I would not bother to try hard at all, but when Mariam, one of the maids, had told me that Atticus was around and Duke had requested that I make myself present in an hour, my body told a different story altogether. I hated that my body wasn’t working with me as I tried to calm my nerves. The sweat on my palms seemed to increase with every moment that passed despite the cold room.It was as if the air conditioner was no longer working or my body was rejecting the cold. I knew I looked amazing, but I had no intention to try and seduce the man just because I wanted him to treat me fairly.Atticus was not a stranger when it came to stunning women. I had seen pictur
"Mom, Noah won't give me my toy to play. he is being mean to me" Lucas whined from the playroom and I rolled my eyes at their antics. My boys had to be the greatest troublemakers and they were equally stubborn. "Noah, give your brother his toy, don't be naughty" I scolded from the home studio. they had a playroom across the hall so I had to keep the door open when I was painting in the studio. "But Mom, I want to play with it" I could hear the pout in his voice. Noah had exactly the same toy but he always loved to play with his brother's own even if they were the same as the ones he had. "Noah, don't make me stand up. I need to finish this" I scolded. "Sorry mama" He mumbled but I could still hear him since the doors were opened wide. "come to Mama baby, let me give you a kiss" That had to be the wrong thing to say because as soon as I finished the statement, they were both racing across the hallway towards me and I barely had enough time to put my canvas away before they slammed
“No” I yelled and sprang up from my bed. I could feel the sweat trailing down my forehead and my back. The lights came on immediately and Atticus was beside me at a glance. ‘Hey, it was just a dream. You are okay” Atticus pulled me to him and I went willingly allowing him to wrap his arms around me. I felt him place a kiss on my forehead. Ever since I was rescued, I have been having nightmares every night. Samantha was shot and killed when she tried to kill me and the sight of the hole on her head had given me severe trauma. That exact scene was what I kept seeing every night. I couldn’t sleep alone and I was now terrified of the dark. The therapist said I was going to be fine but it’s been almost two months now and it didn’t look like the nightmares were stopping anytime soon. I tightened my hold on him to assure myself that he was really here with me and that everything was finally over. “I hate how scared I’ve become. It makes me look pathetic” I whispered. Atticus tried to
My eyes flew open and I sat up straight on the bed. With shock, I began to search my body with my eyes for any sign of damage. I wasn’t feeling any pain anywhere but I had to make sure that nothing happened to me while I was not conscious. The sound of laughter made me snap my head up and I was surprised to see Samantha and a man dressed in a doctor’s uniform standing opposite the bed. She was laughing so hard like a mad person. I was suddenly aware of where I was. The room looked like a made-up hospital room. It was just the bed and a table that contained some medical equipment. I was confused as I tried to assess the situation and understand what was going on. “What is this? What’s going on” I made an effort to come down from the bed but I was pulled back with force. I looked down to see my hands and feet were bound to the bed and I gasped in shock at how I didn’t notice it earlier. I struggled to get myself free but the efforts were futile so I brought my eyes to the woman b
I couldn’t sleep all night and didn’t even touch the food which I always complained was too little. My stomach wouldn’t have been able to take it if I had tried. I was nervous and scared. Something didn’t sit right with the way Samantha stalked out so calmly after learning that I was pregnant. She was too calm and it could only mean she was planning something deadly. I sat on the broken bed, staring out of the windows. The freedom of the birds that were flying freely in the sky had me so envious. It’s been so long since I saw other people. I was stuck here and I had lost count of how many days or even weeks that I’ve been here. It’s been unusually quiet since Samantha left but yet there was so much sign of her again and I could not help but feel agitated at that. I know that she had not decided to let me go but instead, she may be planning something extremely dreadful and it made my chest burn with the thought. The door opened and Fred came in holding a cup. He handed me the cup an
I could believe it and yet still couldn't believe that Samantha was behind this. She hated me and that was something I was aware of but I didn’t think it was enough for her to do something terrible like this. I guess I was a terrible judge of character. I watch her shut the door behind her. She had a sinister smile and she seemed pleased with herself as she let her eyes roam all over my body. I could see the satisfaction on her face as she took in my state. She leaned against the door and watched me with great pleasure and soon burst into laughter while I just watched dumbfounded and shocked. She bent over, hitting her knees as she laughed uncontrollably and I just couldn’t help but conclude that she was batshit crazy. “Oh my God, It’s so good to see you like this. So this is what you look like when you’ve been knocked off your feet. Oh, how the mighty has fallen. Wait..you were never mighty but small like a fly” She burst out laughing again and I just sat there waiting for her to
I curled around myself on the bed, desperate for any form of warmth I could find. It was raining heavily outside and there was nothing to shield myself from the onslaught of cold air that blasted through the windows. The windows were closed but they had a crack so air still managed to find its way into the room. The room was so cold so there was no escaping the cold no matter how hard I tried and thus I was at the desperate mercy of the harsh weather. My teeth clattered against each other in the cold and I was shivering so bad. I knew there was no preventing the fever I would get tomorrow. I have lost count of how many days I have been here. My faith in Atticus finding me has dwindled so low, it sat at about 0.1 per cent. The living conditions here were terrible and even the workers at home didn’t live like this. I had been reduced to an animal. My body especially my legs hurt from having to sit down or lay down since I was here. I was only released to take a shower and use the
My head was throbbing and it also hurt at the same time. I tried to open my eyes but it felt heavy so I decided to let it rest for a second before opening it again and this time I was successful. My vision was a bit blurry so I tried to clean my eyes with my hands and I watched as the room I was in became much clearer, as clear as it could get in the darkness. The room was in a terrible state and the lighting was poor so I couldn’t see the room properly. I tried to sit upright and that’s when I noticed my legs were tied to the bed but the ropes gave room to allow me to move around a little bit but not away from the bed. The bed I was currently lying on was in an equally bad state. The bedsheets were torn and dirty and the bed frame felt as if it would give away if I made the wrong move. I sat up straight then rested my back on the wall and studied the room. I was not stupid. I knew what situation I was in so there was no need for me to cry and scream for help because no one would
Ever since we came back from the hospital and found out I was pregnant, Atticus has spoiled me silly with gifts and attention. He would not let me do anything even as simple as walking just like what he was doing now. “Babe, put me down.” I laughed so hard when he leaned to bite my neck softly “I can walk to the dining table, you can’t keep carrying me everywhere” My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck as he made his way down the stairs. I knew he wasn’t going to drop me but I held on tight out of instinct. I could see the amusement in Nathan and Justin’s eyes as we descended. “You’ll fall if I let you walk down the stairs on your own” He insisted and I burst out laughing at the silly excuse he was giving. “I’m sure I’ve been going up and down these stairs on my own and I am yet to fall” I mused but he had none of it. “Accidents happen and I won’t wait till they do” He finally descended the last stairs and walked to the dining table where Nathan was already holding out
Danielle and the doctor entered the hospital room and stopped in their tracks to get a good look at me wrapped around my husband like a burrito. I was curled into his arms and his hands were wrapped around me tightly like I had insisted a few minutes before they walked in. Danielle had a sly smile on her face as she pushed past the doctor and made her way to us while the doctor looked rather amused. He recovered quickly and stepped in properly into the room before shutting the door behind him. “I can see my plan worked perfectly and you two doofos made up” She squealed and clapped her hands like a little child and it made me scoff. “I told you she didn’t just go get the doctor,” I told Atticus with a roll of my eyes and he chuckled in response. “Well it worked out for the best, didn’t it?” she gave me a roll of her eyes also “So the doctor has your test results and he promises that it is very good news” It was obvious that she was barely trying to contain her excitement and hold