I don’t think I have ever been this nervous in my life. I thought the most nervous I would ever get was when I was waiting for my admission letter but standing here in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet as I examined my outfit for the thousandth 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 in my palms seems to increase with every moment that passes despite the cold room. It was as if the air conditioner was no longer working or my body was rejecting the cold. I know 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 pictures of him with
I was trying to make myself late on purpose. I was currently standing in the middle of my closet trying to decide what to wear or rather I was trying to make Josephine who was supposed to help me get ready think I was trying to figure out what I wanted to put on which was a lie. I was not thinking about what I was going to wear because at the end I was just going to grab the first outfit I could find. I was just trying to get myself to believe that I was really getting married. My wedding was nothing like I would have imagined it if I ever had to think about what my dream wedding would be because there was none. It felt useless to get angry over the logical reason why there was no wedding but it still irritated me and made my annoyance for Atticus grow. He didn’t want to have any wedding so we were just going to be signing the papers and the lawyers were going to take care of the rest. Dad told me that he insisted on no wedding because doing one with Dad’s condition wasn’t the ri
It's been three days since Atticus walked out after we signed the marriage certificate and there had been no contact from him at all. Not that I was expecting any form of communication with him or anything but somehow for reasons unknown to me, I felt a little ache at being so blatantly tossed aside because that was what it was, he didn't need to do anything for me and he didn't owe me anything. He was obviously letting me know he didn’t care and that’s to be expected since we were strangers and I hated myself for feeling a bit irritated. I dropped the cloth I had been using to wipe Dad’s cold and still body. He was running a temperature so I decided to clean him with a cold cloth to see if I could reduce the fever. He had been unconscious since yesterday and I had made sure not to leave his side. I wanted to be the first person he sees when he wakes up anytimeI’m sure I smelled terrible since I haven't taken a shower since yesterday but I didn’t care at all. I was too scared to ea
Someone was shaking me awake and it was getting annoying. I swatted the hand away again for the thousandth time but it came back just like it did the numerous times I had tried to get rid of it. I wish I could open my eyes and the person so hard they would find it difficult to get their bearings for a week but I had to open my eyes first and I was too tired to open them. I had been by Dad’s side for almost a week without sleep, waiting to see if he would wake up but he didn’t. Just like he did before, Duke had to force me to get some sleep and that was about an hour ago. The moment I hit my bed after taking a much-needed shower, I could almost kiss Duke in appreciation as I realized I was on the brink of death with how exhausted my body was. The delay in Dad’s consciousness was taking a toll on the staff and their hope was slowly fading away with time. They seemed to have given up altogether because they had heard he was not getting better so now all they did was throw me sympatheti
Life had suddenly gone still and I seemed to be the only one that existed. Dad died three days ago and my sense of living seemed to have died with me. I couldn’t muster up the energy in me to do the simple things of life any more. Duke and Dr Martin had found me lying across Dad’s chest. I held on to him for so long that they had to pry me off him when the Dieners came to pick him up. It had been a struggle. My mind would not believe that Dad was going away for good. I didn’t stay behind to watch them cart him away. I may have struggled with them too and not allowed them to do their job, instead as soon as they successfully got me off him, I walked straight to my room and shut the door behind me and I haven't opened it since then. I’ve had multiple people that I didn’t bother to identify come up to my door and knock asking me if I was okay but I didn't utter a word. Somehow, Duke managed to open the door to my room but he didn’t say a word, just rolled in a cart of food and kept it
The atmosphere was really tense in the living room. It seems like Atticus had no issue leaving me to deal with my uncle alone because he left as soon as the burial was done. He only held back to relay some information to Duke and then he was off. I was too bothered trying to think of ways to get rid of my uncle to bother asking Duke what Atticus had told him. “What are you doing here Uncle, I thought you decided to cut all ties with us, so what are you doing here now?” I asked my uncle. He was sitting on the chair opposite me and was giving me a dirty look but I didn’t care and he knew it was not affecting me. “What do you mean by that question? Of course, I would be here for my brother’s burial” “Then you can leave now that it’s over since that was what you came here for” His Jaw tensed and he clenched his fists as though he was trying to prevent himself from doing something. I raised my brows at that and scoffed. “You should watch your mouth, young lady. I will have you know th
Today was moving day. I was finally moving in with Atticus and it was not in the least exciting. Atticus sent the movers here and they were loading everything that I wanted to take with me into the van. There was not a lot to be moved so I didn’t bother contacting a moving company but Atticus did and like always without contacting me first. Some of the workers have been laid off regrettably but the house didn’t need as much staff caring for it when nobody would be living here anymore. Maybe one day in the future, I could actually come here sometime for a break but only time would tell. I was currently in Dad’s bedroom trying to get one final look at it before I left. Everything was still the same way it was before it was filled with medical machines that were currently gone. This room holds so much memory and I was leaving it behind. If I could stuff it in my bags, I would. “Dad, do you think they would like me?” I spoke to the empty room. I spent last night thinking about today.
As soon as Atticus' sisters walked out the door, someone immediately appeared to show me to the room I would be staying in. After surveying the room and discovering I would be living here alone, I dumped my body like a sack of potatoes on the bed. Now that I was alone with my thoughts, I could feel my heart beating so loudly against my chest. All I could think of was how stupid I had been to challenge his sisters like that. He would be furious if he heard about what happened. I hated the way my mouth kept running like a bad tap. I should learn to control myself. Now, I don’t think there is any way to remedy the situation, what’s done is done. They brought it upon themselves anyway. They should never have pissed me off in the first place. Because of their troubles, I was unable to get a proper look at the house before I locked myself in there. I love the bedroom and how spacious it is. It wasn’t too girly and had neutral colours just like I wanted. This was it. I was finally liv
"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