Chapter Fifty one. Travis pov “What would I do now that I have sent Annabelle away in anger? How do I account for that?” I thought and said out loud before proceeding to enter the ward. I entered the room and the sight of Samantha sleeping peacefully warmed my heart and I was washed with relief then I remembered I had to give honor to whom honor is due. Annabelle. Leaving Samantha's room momentarily, I tried to contact Annabelle, hoping to convey the depth of my emotions. Yet, my calls went unanswered, my texts left hanging in the void of silence. “Please leave a message.” The lady at the end of the call said. “Please call me back, and thank you for saying Samantha's life.” I said then hit the end button and the message got delivered. I let out a sign, step into the room, sat on the sofa and closed my eyes to sleep, with so many thoughts in my head I was still able to sleep as I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on one thing, which is the fact that Samantha was doing fine.
Chapter Fifty-Two. Annabelle pov The hospital walls were a cold, sterile white that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air. I sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair, my back stiff from hours of waiting, my mind far from the engagement ceremony preparations that were underway and the constant ringing of my phone. The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the sharp, metallic scent of fear that seemed to permeate the air around us. Travis sat beside me, his shoulders hunched, staring at the floor as if searching for answers in the speckled tiles. His wife, Samantha, was lying unconscious in the room, and I could feel the guilt radiating off him in waves. He hadn’t spoken much, but his eyes said everything….. angry at himself, fear for Samantha, confusion about why I was here instead of at home preparing for my engagement. “Travis, it’s not your fault,” I whispered, my hand reaching out to touch his, but stopping just short. The years we had spent apart hadn’t erased the ins
Chapter Fifty three. Travis pov I sat in my office, staring blankly at the stack of papers on my desk. My mind was far away from work, consumed by thoughts of Annabelle's impending engagement to Henry. The idea of her marrying him felt like a punch to the gut, a final nail in the coffin of any hope I had left of rekindling what we once had. Annabelle and I had divorced years ago, but the love I felt for her had never faded. Now, I was faced with the agonizing prospect of losing her forever. Henry was a good man, and he had loved Annabelle for as long as I could remember. He was stable, reliable, and everything a father could want for his daughter. Annabelle's father had made it no secret that he preferred Henry over me, especially after our divorce, but the thought of Annabelle being with someone else, sharing her life, her dreams, her laughter with another man, was unbearable. The engagement party was to be a grand affair, with the who’s who of society in attendance. I kne
Chapter Fifty four. Travis pov I stood on the balcony of my apartment, looking out at the city skyline. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the buildings, and the world seemed peaceful. But inside, I was anything but at peace. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, memories, and regrets. It had been a week since Samantha had woken up, and although she still didn’t remember me or our life together, she was slowly regaining her strength. I spent every day at the hospital, talking to her, trying to jog her memory, but it was a slow, painful process. And then there was Annabelle, whose engagement to Henry had left a gaping hole in my heart. It felt like my life was falling apart, and I was powerless to stop it. I sighed and leaned against the railing, closing my eyes. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off the chaos of my personal life. Maybe work would help. There were always projects to finish, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet. But even as I thought about divi
Chapter Fifty- five.Travis pov How could I tell her the truth? Is it about how I hated how much she nagged? or how I wished I could get back with Annabelle? I mean, She was just recovering and I'm not even sure things could go back to normal. I would be wrong to tell her all that. “I miss those sweet times spent with you and Nora and I want you to get well soon,” I said and forced a smile. “Why can't I remember anything? Why? I remember none of the things you say?” Samantha was worried. “I can't live like this. How long will this last?” She was not having it well. She looked at me like her world was crumbling. I knew she was scared but I did not know the best words to tell her that could make her feel better.I gathered myself together and held her hands firmly. “You have nothing to worry about. You are not alone in this and we will get you through this together,” I assured her. It was the least I could do.My stomach growled in all of our conversation. I had not had anything to e
Chapter Fifty-six. Annabelle pov My heart kept telling me I did everything the wrong way but my father had insisted that the engagement must take place else he would disown me. It was the first time I ever saw my father so stern in deciding my life. I just had to adhere to it. “Annabelle, you've not spoken to me well nor acted like I've been present since the engagement. I feel like you have intentionally occupied yourself with tasks from work just to avoid having any conversation with me. Please, don't leave me in the dark. Tell me what you are thinking.” Henry attacked me with those words as I entered his office to discuss a deal we needed to close with a company. He knew that was a better time to ask me because I never spoke to him about our personal lives since the engagement. Everything had been about work. I never showed up for any arrangement he made for us to spend time together. What I did earlier today must have hurt him more because he sent me a message last night
Chapter Fifty- seven. Annabelle pov He poured me a drink and I smiled. He knew how to get to me. I sipped the wine a little. “Oh my, what brand of wine is this? It's so nice.” I just had to acknowledge that aloud. He laughed. “I knew you would love it right…” He said and walked closer to me. “I told them to get me a rare and very good red wine. This kind, you can not find in a mere store.” I gulped down the rest of what I had and poured more into my bottle. Soon we sat on the floor in my office and we began talking about things that bothered us and what we felt was wrong. “I do not want to be engaged as much as I know that you are probably the best match for me,” I said, with the internal frustration I had been hiding, fully displayed on my face as he sat in front of me. “But why? Do I not show you enough love? What does Travis do to you that makes him more special to you than I?” He asked me genuinely, in a low tone and greased my left hand. I knew he wished there was some
Chapter Fifty-eight. Annabelle pov We arrived at his beautiful apartment and I must say I had forgotten about most of the confusion and hurt I felt within me as we walked hand in hand into the house. I just lived in the moment. “I have a great idea for us tonight. I hope you're not so tired yet?” He rubbed his palms together. His excitement was palpable. “So, you will go upstairs and freshen up. I have a soft gown in my wardrobe that I got for you days ago. I want you to wear it. Please, I need you to feel your best tonight.” I smiled and nodded. I wasn't going to say something that could probably ruin his joy. I wondered how long he had been waiting for me to visit him. Impressed by his actions, “Well, I'm not sure you would get my size but I'm happy you thought to get me a dress.” I said and made my way up the stairs. I haven't felt that much love being poured into me in a while. Henry seemed like my father made a good choice after all. I don't know why I felt confused and co
Epilogue Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Six Annabelle_ Months after the nightmare I had with Henry. I woke up in my new home with the perfect peace of mind I had always wanted. My life was in a better shape and even though It wasn't perfect, I was living the future I had always dreamed and hoped for. I stood in front of the large windows in the parlor, looked out of it and took a very deep breath. “Come back here! If I catch you, I will eat all your candy.” “You won't catch me then!” Johnson was running after Norah. It was not going to be my first time experiencing such as they have both been best of friends since we all moved in together. “I've told you two. No running around.” I said and shook my head. Travis was the one handling the major companies owned by my dad. He and my dad had become very close following the incident with Henry. Travis held his suitcase, walked down the stairs of our new home and said, “Anna, do you know where my car keys are? I couldn't find them
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Five Annabelle_ The tunnel led to one of the trees in the compound. I walked out of it and snuck to the back of the several police vans that were parked in the compound. I was on the lookout for Alex because I wasn't sure of who to trust. I saw Henry and hid behind the car. I couldn't afford him to see me and then come up with another lie that he wasn't the one behind my kidnap. Someone touched me from behind and I lost my breath for a while. I turned back slowly towards the person and found that it was Alex. I took a deep breath of relief and hugged him. “What happened?” He asked, concerned. I was still trying to get my breath, when he yelled, “Medics, medics.” And the whole attention drifted towards us. Immediately, I could see them putting handcuffs on his hands and leading him into the car like the criminal that he was. “Travis, Travis is badly injured. He has lost a lot of blood.” Those were the first words I said to Henry so they could go a
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Four Annabelle _Henry went out of the basement he kept us in. He went out through a different door this time. I saw him but I was not fully conscious.I didn't know what to do to get us out of his place but I knew that if we did not try to get help from the cops or whoever was around, things would get worse for us all and Travis could die.“Travis,” I called out to Travis who lay in his blood on the floor with his eyes swollen. I wasn't even sure if he was still alive. “Travis, can you hear me? Travis!” I yelled. I couldn't afford his death.“Yes, I can hear you.” He said in a very low voice. I knew he was losing a lot of blood and he was in severe pain.“Can you loosen me? I know it's hard for you to get up but if you can try, it would help us out. We can't stay here. Now is our time to get out of this house because I can hear people walking back and forth in his house. I'm sure they are looking for us.” I said to him to encourage him to get up. Travi
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-ThreeAnnabelle_All I saw was the blood of Travis spilling on the floor like someone had made an incision on a bottle.I picked a cloth that I saw in the room and used it to tie around his arm. I was very displeased with Henry as he stood and watched me take care of Travis' hands unremorsefully.“What has gotten into you? Why are you doing all this?” I asked with so much pain in my heart. I couldn't understand how Henry became the way he was all of a sudden.“Get back to your seat and tie yourself at this moment, Annabelle.” He yelled at me. “You should not have pushed me to the wall all these years. You are the reason why I'm like this. Yes, it's all your fault.”Travis tried to help himself up from the chair I sat him on so that I could help him with his hand and reduce his bleeding. The cloth I had used to tie his hand was filled in no time and I could see that Travis was losing a lot of blood at that time.“Let's take him to the hospital. You know he
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two Travis_I broke into the house through Henry's kitchen window after I was sure he had gone out of the kitchen.I walked to the slap where knives were kept and I picked one very sharp one.“This should do a good job,” I said and hid the knife behind my back.“What you don't understand is, I'd catch a grenade for ya!” I could hear Travis as he sang in his voice to the song he played out. I used that opportunity to search around the room for any sign of Annabelle and Johnson.“Annabelle! Annabelle!” I whispered as I entered every part of the room downstairs.Then while walking on the corridor, I walked on a part of the floor that felt like something was beneath it.I went back to look at the stairs to be sure I could still hear Travis playing his song, which he was before I went down to check what it was.“This very strange man. Heaven knows where he kept Annabelle.” I tried to open the thing but I couldn't get how it was being handled. It had a complex
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty OneTravis_I received a call from an unknown number. It was very late at night. I had thought it was probably Annabelle because I had been expecting her to call me but I did not receive any calls from her.When I saw that it was unknown, I did not take the call because I was still hurting from the fact that Henry was playing the hero when he did not help to find Johnson at all from the onset. “He's my son. She's supposed to allow me to come along irrespective of what Henry was going to say or do. Don't I deserve to see him too?” I said to myself inwardly.Norah had slept off on my leg. We sat together in the parlor watching a movie.My phone kept ringing and ringing so I became forced to pick up the call. I did not say anything after picking up the call.“Can you hear me?” The person whispered and it made me curious. I placed Norah's head properly on the chair and stood up to receive the call in a place where she would not be disturbed.“Who is this?” I
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Annabelle_ I was scared that Henry might hurt me so I began to yell at him before he got closer to me, “Henry, what is wrong with you? Do not try anything funny. I'm warning you. You know how this will end. It will surely end badly for both of us. Just let me leave peacefully.” “You are not leaving through that door. Not today and not until you sign the wedding document.” He said and got closer to me. He pulled me with force to himself and began to kiss my body against my will. “Get off me! Get off!” He disgusted me but he held me so strong. It was very hard for me to move my body away from him. It was as though he wasn't the same Henry I had known. “Stop it, now!” I continued to shout at him but he would not let me go. I stretched my hand to reach the vase that was used to decorate his parlor. I was able to reach it and I slammed it on his head with all the force I had. I didn't know what to do next and he did not give me any option. All that was
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty NineAnnabelle_Brooklyn and I got to Henry's place very late at night. We had to drive for a long time for us to get to Henry's place. “Why does it look as if Henry is not around?” We were able to get into the house because the gate was not locked. “It's very strange that Henry's gate is open. He never opens his gate.” I said to Brooklyn who was driving the car.“Just be patient. It's late already and he was expecting you. So why wouldn't he leave his gate open?” I knew Brooklyn was tired of hearing all my complaints.“I don't feel good about this honestly. Something is wrong somewhere.” I said to Brooklyn, “Don't drive to the front of the building itself. Park around here.” Henry's compound had some gardens and big trees that one would go through before one would get to his house. I just wasn't comfortable with the way I felt.She sighed but did as I said.“I'd go in by myself alone. You should stay in the car in case anything bad happens.”Brooklyn ga
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty EightAnnabelle_Travis drove us into a very nice apartment that he said belonged to Samantha. It was a more beautiful apartment than the one that he lived in. “This apartment is nice. You guys could have lived here instead of where you're presently living though.” Brooklyn said. I was surprised she said that out loud so I turned to look at her.Travis smiled and said, “Well, Samantha loves her things to be perfectly the way she likes them. She fixed it several times, that's why it looks as good as this.” We got out of the vehicle and we could tell that Johnson was not in that building because everything there was so calm but we walked into it irrespective of how the environment felt, leaving Brooklyn and Norah alone in the car.Travis unlocked the door and led me into the room. “I don't think anyone is here at the moment but we can search the apartment to see if there might be any lead in the house,” Travis said to me as he walked into the living room