Darcy
"I don't know how she managed to survive," the shocked voice was the first thing I heard as I woke up.
I tried to blink my eyes open fully, but I couldn't see out of one of them, and the other eyelid felt too heavy for me to lift. Where was I? Was I dead? Was this heaven?
I glanced down at my body and felt bile crawl up my throat. White bandages had been wrapped around me from head to toe. I looked like an embalmed body.
With a cry of horror, I staggered out of the bed, almost falling flat on my face. The tray at my bedside crashed to the ground along with a clipboard. The clattering sound caught the attention of the two uniformed women in the room with me.
"Ma'am, what are you doing?" The shorter one cried, as they began to race toward me.
Determination pumped through my vein like adrenaline and I dragged my exhausted body through a door to the side and shut it behind me, twisting the knob to lock it.
"Call Doctor Peters!" I heard one of them bark.
"Ma'am, please come out of there. We can help you if you come out."
"No," I mumbled, shaking my head, nobody could help me.
"Have you called the doctor?" One of them asked, "Get him here now. She might hurt herself in there and undo all our work."
I tuned out the rest of their panicked exchange, glancing around the room.
I was in a clean, sterile bathroom and I hobbled to the mirror and stared at my reflection with growing dread. The bandage was wrapped around my head too, with only my eyes peeking through. One of them was swollen shut and the other was almost in the same state.
Sobbing, I grabbed the edge of the bandage and began to unwrap my head. When I was done, a scream tore out of my mouth and I turned to the toilet bowl at my side and threw up.
I had been hideous before, with the severe burn scars and badly healed scar tissue that was my face, but now, I was truly grotesque. My hair was cut into jagged uneven strands and deep lines had been scarred into my face which was discolored, bruised and battered.
Furious, I smashed my fist into the mirror and watched the shards rain down to the floor.
I dropped to the floor and began to sob, body trembling.
Why hadn't I died after what Cora had done to me? There was no use continuing to live. I was repulsed by my own self, and I had nothing left. Not even my child.
I reached for one of the jagged pieces of glass, ready to end my pathetic existence just like Cora had wanted.
Suddenly, the door clicked open and a man in a blue scrub walked in and took a seat on the ground at my side.
"What are you doing? Get away from here! Leave me to die!" I covered my face with my hands, ashamed.
"There's no use covering it. I've seen it. I've seen it in full details. I was the one who bandaged it," he shrugged.
"You should have left me to die," I said furiously, "I have nothing left."
"From what I can see, you've had a scarred face for many years. So what exactly is new here?"
My head shot up and I stared at him in horror, wondering how he could be so so insensitive to my plight, "Who are you?"
"My name is Peters and I'm a plastic surgeon. You were brought here six days ago by a kind stranger and they made my colleague swear to do anything to keep you alive. I was brought all the way from Australia to come and see you, and I can't leave until I've done everything in my power for you."
My brows furrowed, "I-I don't understand. Who is the person that brought me here?"
"Did you hear what I said? I'm a plastic surgeon."
I shook my head in hopelessness, "I don't h-have any money. Just leave me to my fate."
"I was given ten million dollars as a base payment, Miss Graves," the doctor said, making my mouth to drop open in shock.
What? Who would waste that kind of money on me? Who was this mysterious savior? Why would they do this?
"Why?" I blurted out the question after much deliberation without any answers.
The doctor rose to his feet, "I don't know, but that's not what is important here. What is important is do you want to do this? Do you want to reclaim your life or will you end up throwing yourself into a bridge after all my hard work? Because if that's the case, I suggest you leave right now."
I clambered to my feet, avoiding looking in the mirror, "You don't understand," I choked out, "I have nothing left to live for. I have no family, no friends, I don't even have the child I suffered for nine months to carry."
He stared at me without pity, "If you think your case is the worst I've ever dealt with, think again. I don't need your sob story. You've survived so many difficult things, Darcy. And there's a reason you survived six days ago."
I asked the question I'd been wanting to ask since he walked into the bathroom, "Can you fix me?"
"Yes. Do you want me to fix you? Are you ready to take charge of your life, Darcy?"
Was I? Since the accident that had robbed me of most of my family and changed my life, I had been Darcy Graves, the terrifying girl with the twisted face. The one everyone laughed at, taunted, and ran screaming for.
Could I actually be anything else? Well, I wouldn't know unless I tried. I swallowed down the knot in my throat and faced him, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.
"I'm ready."
DarcySeven months later "... The wife of one of the acting COOs of Madigan enterprises has released a a statement defending her husband, Vincent Madigan, and saying that he had nothing to do with the_" "Turn it off," I barked. The car was plunged into silence as the cab driver immediately turned off the radio. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled out my compact mirror to check my reflection for the umpteenth time, reassuring myself that my face hadn't gone back to being twisted up and scarred while I hadn't been paying attention. I raised a hand and touched my new face, still doubting the miracle that Doctor Peters had worked on my face. "We're here ma'am," the driver's voice cut through my musings and I jerked my head up to stare at the intimidating high rise building before me. "Thanks," I handed him some dollar notes and stepped out of the car, bracing myself for the stares and whispers and gasps, but just like it had been for the past few weeks, none of them came. Instead,
Darcy"What?” I stared at the man in front of me with cold eyes . “The hell are you talking about now?”My mouth felt drier than a desert. The only thing that was keeping me sitting was my clenched fists, tightly clutching at the sleeves of my blazer. I fought against all the emotions and instinctual urges to throw them at his stupid face.“9” He began again.“You can't possibly be..”“8, 7, 6, 5, 4…” Rhys kept going on faster than the first time and I looked around as if a miracle would happen.“1…” He wasn't kidding and when I didn't say anything, he was already walking away.I saw my revenge plan slowly slipping away from me.“Wait!” I said it louder than I had intended to. “I will marry you” He turned back to me, smiling like a shark preparing for the feast, “Now.”I wanted to kill him. I really did. What did he mean by now? “Now?” I repeated after him, feeling my blood pressure rising with every passing second, not quite believing what he had just said.“Yes now. Shall we?” And
DarcyThe rest of dinner went in a blur. I couldn't remember what happened, all I wanted was an opportunity to hold my son again , and that's all he seemed to want too; he wanted to be held so desperately it almost hurt me to look at him, but even that wasn't good enough, he just needed to be near me, and I wanted that so badly.Rhys drove me home, I didn't ask him about how he knew my apartment like I had wanted to anymore because it didn't matter now. For two days after that dinner, I was unable to sleep. The sound of my child crying woke me up every single night, and sometimes I even cried as well. Today I got back from work and as I walked into my apartment, it was empty.Totally empty!My heart sank, had I been robbed? No, no. That couldn't have happened. I was told it was the good part of town. I ran over to Mr Albert who lived next door, he owned the house.“I have been robbed Sir, my apartment is empty. They took everything”. My voice quivered as the tears were trying to mak
Darcy“Surprise!” Vincent and Cora said that morning with those traditional fake smiles plastered on their faces.I looked at Rhys to see if his face gave off any hint of why they were here but I got nothing. It only meant that he was not aware of their visit or he just had his usual blank stare.“Why are you here?” Rhys's voice was so casual.I knew for a fact that they couldn't stand each other.“To have breakfast and Cora really wanted to catch up with your wife, what’s her name again?” Vincent asked as his eyes scanned every inch of my body before landing on me. He had an intense look in his eye as he stared at me while waiting for my response.“Tessa,” I tried not to cringe under his gaze. This man had no shame. I was repulsed by the fact that I was once in love with him. There was no sign of the child anywhere and it made me wonder how often he was left with a nanny. They should have just left him with me!“Lovely name for a lovely woman” Vincent continued but Cora cleared her
Darcy “Wear the dress, we have a gala to attend tonight, don't embarrass me” Those were Rhys' words once he got home. He dropped the bag beside me in the living room and made his way upstairs.I stared at him wondering why he was so grumpy and if something had crawled up and died in his ass.Regardless, I wore the dress he got. It was a simple armless black dress but something about it made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was the thigh-high slit or maybe it was simply because I was still insecure about how I looked even though my face was a whole new one.I could feel Rhys eyes on me when I walked towards him in the dress. I felt slightly flustered but I didn't show it. He didn't deserve to know he made me feel weird.Without a word, I followed him to the car, and he drove.“Smile and act like you are my wife when you get there. Don't act stiff beside me” , he spoke, barely sparing me an eye as he kept his gaze fixed forward on the road.I nodded my head in response. I wanted to say that t
RhysWhen we got inside, I saw Alex, Clarissa and Sophia. We had all gone to Harvard Business School together and were familiar with each other. Clarissa clung to me like a second skin. She and I had a thing once too many times and sometimes we still fuck whenever we found it convenient but right now I was not in the mood.“Did you hear that he bought Event 45?”One of the men randomly chirped in and the conversation kept moving from one subject to another.“Are you avoiding me?” Clarissa asked me after a failed attempt to urge me for a quickie. She was still clinging to me.“Of course not, why would you think that?” I tried to act innocent, I really did. But my heart wasn’t there either. It just felt cold and lifeless at the moment. This was how life usually goes, I didn't feel anything other than sexual attraction to all the women I had been with.“So you are really married?” she continued in a tone of voice that implied she already knew the answer but wanted me to confirm it anyway.
RhysDialled her number couple of times but wasn’t connecting, " It hasn’t been up to 24 hours I left and I’m pretty sure she still within the premises, which I know there’s definitely no down time with network that I’m pretty sure of".I muttered to myself and continued dialling her number cause I wasn’t ready to give up either, I deperately needed someone to help get me out of the feelings I was at the moment and Clarissa was the only person I could think of." Thank goodness" I said exhaling deeply" Hey Rhys, what’s up with the calls, is everything alright?" Clarissa said sounding tensed but I seriously do not want her knowing my reasons over the phone so I tried to make it look like I forgot something back there at the gala." Yeah, everything is fine Clarissa I just wanted to find out if you are leaving the gala soon?" I stuttered but she doesn’t seem to buy that, to her it’s actually a silly reason to give someone such a number of missed call, " Please Rhys come off it already,
RhysLickily there was no scratch in the both cars and no injury was sustained, slowly I removed my seatbelt and about to open the car door to go apologise to the guy I batched his car, then I noticed my phone was vibrating.I reached out to pick up the call but something seem really odd, I was trying to pick up the call when I heard another phone ringing right inside the car, " What is going?" i said to my confused self then turned to search where the sound is coming from.It was then I found myself lying on the bed, " My goodness, have I been dreaming all this while?" when I tried standing up from the bed I realised my phone has been ringing non stop, I quickly grabbed it to know who the caller was," Gosh it’s Clarissa!" I quickly got up not minding the sleep that was still in my eyes." Hold on Rhys, are you gonna make me call you forever?" She said fuming in anger" Not that Okay, is not really what you think trust me" I said hoping that would make her calm or feel a little bette
Rhys“Almighty Rhys Madigan, pleading for mercy? Who would have thought?” Cory said, mocking me and chuckling.“Come on Rhys, we both know who is the stronger of us” Vincent added.“You guys don't even deserve mercy. You're nothing but bad news” he sneered.“Listen...” I warned them “I am willing to surrender, you can't hurt me or she, you know that” I motioned to Tessa.Vincent started laughing. “Oh please,” he scoffed “like anyone would ever trust her over you”“Let Tessa go, you want me right? Let her live please” A smile crept up in Cory’s expression “You really wanna save this whore?” she asked rhetorically. “That's very charming considering that you didn't find it difficult to kill three people without remorse” “What do you mean?” She snorted “don't play dumb with me boy. You killed my parents and my little sister, remember you got into an accident and you fled, left the scene, left us to die! My parents died because of you, my little sister died because of you!” she screamed
Rhys “What are you doing?” I asked Blair.“Calling for backup, do you think a single gun would save you from your brother? If you did, then you don't know the kind of brother you have. He's dangerous” “I don't need your help. I'm in control, and you're the problem.”Blair laughed.“You're a fool Rhys… they are watching you! better make use of this chance and let me do what I know how to do.I swallowed her insults like bitter lemon drops. “Where is she?”“At an abandoned warehouse out of town”, Blair said as if we'd been discussing the weather.Speaking of the weather, it had begun to rain. A light mist that made it impossible to see anything beyond thirty feet or so, but enough to make me feel uneasy.It also meant that I couldn't see anything outside of the car. And I had to pull over into the parking lot before stepping out. It was a miracle Blair followed and the rain took longer than I expected.I watched as Blair dozed off beside me and a silly idea came into my mind.I gently
DarcyI was tired of fighting, my body was extremely weak, my throat dry from dehydration and the constant ringing in my ears made me almost blind. I felt completely lost and I couldn’t understand why. What did these people want from me? Was this happening to me? Why were these people staring at me? Where did they come from? How had they taken me here? “I am thirsty” I cried out for the hundredth time. “Please” I begged again. “Just give me something to drink, anything at all. Please”. My voice cracked, and I was surprised I didn’t feel any pain anymore. The silence only amplified the sound in my head. It was deafening. So quiet, so peaceful now. The ringing was gone.“That's your punishment for pulling that stupid stunt” One of them hissed. They looked angry. Yes, I had tried to escape again but I didn't even make it past the day.I got punched hard across the face, my head snapped to the left and back to the right, the ringing grew louder but not quite as painful as before, and I
Rhys When I drove down to Vincent’s house, I didn't know what to expect but I made sure I kept my gun closed.Someone whom I assumed was the nanny opened the door and she was holding a baby.For the first time in a long time, I paid attention to their son. He was a spitting image of Tessa... I mean Darcy. He had her eyes. Her beautiful, greyish blue, wide, soulful eyes. He looked just like her. And that terrified me for some reason.It also made sense why she had been fooling me the whole time. I would have probably done the same thing if I was her or done even worse.The nanny looked at me as if she was skeptical of my being there or something equally dumb and stupid because she didn't let me inside. “Tell Vincent I am here”, I demanded. “He's not here” she said. She wasn't rude by any means, she just seemed completely unimpressed with my presence at all.I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but my mouth wasn't cooperating. What a fucking mess.“Who is at the door?” I heard Vincent as
Rhys“What do you want?” I typed and waited for a reply while I began to drive down to the police station.The car was silent on its way there, but the ride didn't last long since it soon became apparent that my phone was ringing. It was the sound of my cell phone ringing that alerted me to where I was. I stopped the car and reached for it.“We said don't go to the police and you are parked in front of one? You really must think we are unserious right?” The voice said from the other line.I looked in the streets but everyone was going about with their business, there was no sign that I was being followed.How did they know where I was?“What do you want?” I yelled through the line as loud as possible just to make sure my message wasn't lost in the noise from the cars passing by.“You already disobeyed us and now your darling wife would pay for it” He sneered “Do not test our patience” “No, no, no” I heard Tessa scream from the background. I could only imagine her franticness and dang
Darcy“Why? You are supposed to be his friend. Why would you do this to Rhys?” I asked the man in front of me. My hands were shaking from trying to break free and my body was trembling with rage. He stood staring at me.“You see my dear, life is not always black and white. There are people who can love others, and those that do will be remembered for eternity. The difference between you and them is that you choose to stay with the light and I decided to go to darkness. That, or it takes too much effort” His face was twisted in amused expression, as though he was watching a child trying to figure out their math homework. But he was serious about what he said.“Rhys has always had things easy, he was always good at everything, he had the women, they loved him, and he loved them back.” He shook his head sadly ‘The thing is, there is no such thing as perfect men, only ideal ones. And unfortunately, there isn't any such thing as perfection in this world, and there's nothing you can do to c
DarcySomeone pulled the fabric that blinded my eyes open, and I squinted as a bright light invaded my mind and consciousness. My body ached, it felt as though someone had taken a hammer to me. I could barely breathe. It seemed impossible that such an intense pain existed in this world, especially in my own body. My heart felt like it was going to burst with every beat.“Hello there Darcy” Cory’s voice sounded so cheerful yet it was laced with malice, it didn’t help at all to calm me down.Beside her was her husband, and him… the least person I expected and when Cory forcefully pulled the duct tape away from my mouth, I let it hang loose. Could he?“I can tell you are familiar with all of us, aren't you?” It was Vincent. A smug smile stretched his face as he said these words, as if he were about to play a cruel prank. “Well, you could imagine the surprise when my wife told me the person I thought was Tessa had been Darcy all along and it made sense. How every move I tried to make was
Rhys“Hello” I yelled into the receiver, the alcohol in my system had immediately taken a halt as the sound of someone speaking filtered through to my ears. I thought I had heard wrong.“We have your wife” the voice on the other end said, it was almost robotic, as though this had been practiced in front of the mirror so many times that it felt natural. I heard Tessa… I mean Darcy scream again . She sounded so frightened and alone, like she was in pain and terrified of everything happening around her. “Is… Is she okay ?” My words stumbled across my tongue as I struggled to keep them together, “Tess…”“She is unharmed, for now” I heard, again from whoever was speaking to me.Suddenly anger course through my veins, like lightning through dry leaves, burning the insides of my skin with heat.“What do you want?” I asked, my voice low but sharp as a knife. My words were laced with hatred, and rage, like poison as they seeped out from the ends of my lips. It wasn’t often I spoke to people li
Rhys It felt like Tessa took the life of the house along with her when I asked her to leave.The house felt empty, dead and void of warmth. I had gotten used to the way the walls vibrated with her laugh, the light touch of her hand on my arm, or her voice, but she’d never taken it away before, she was always there. And yet, now, she seemed so far away, a ghost who would never really be. It didn’t feel right that she wasn’t still here. My chest constricted in a way I’ve never experienced before and I wondered if maybe she could hear me, even though I knew there was no sound to reach her ears. She’d left me, after all. Just like everyone else has. Except she didn’t just leave, she left with everything that mattered to her me. Everything that mattered was lost forever. When you lose something that matters, it hurts like hell. You’re alone, but at least the other person knows. But this time, it hurt in a different way, because she took that with her, too. The only thing I have left is m