The sound of the heart machine beeping in my head, as white light flashed through my eyes, I struggled to open my eyes but the light was too bright making me close it and adjust to it before opening it again. I opened my eyes to find myself in a white room, I had watched too many movies to know this wasn't heaven, and immediately told myself, I was in a hospital bed. I felt a hand grab mine and I turned to find Ethan sitting beside me. "Emily you are awake" his deep voice vibrated, his eyes looked swollen red. I didn't say a word, I didn't have the strength to. I surveyed the room looking at the equipments I was plugged into and tears began to roll down my eyes. I laid there silently for a while playing the events of what happened in my head, I didn't think I could survive, I didn't think I would wake up after all that. I put my hands on my stomach feeling it wrapped in a bandage, "my baby?" I thought. "How is my baby" I asked glaring at Ethan who just shook his head. "you l
A month later.When I arrived at Ashville, I received an unexpected call from my bank. Informing me that a staggering $100 million had been transferred to my account. The sender? Ethan Marcel.At first, I was upset, I felt insulted and annoyed that he felt I could easily be compensated, but when I thought about it, I realized I deserved it and more. I moved back to my family house, struggling to conceal my depression from my father. He had no idea I was pregnant, so how could I possibly tell him that I had a miscarriage and might have killed someone? The weight of those secrets bore down on me, suffocating my spirit.Living each day was a struggle. I used the art gallery as a distraction, pouring myself into my work to escape the memories of New York. I told my father nothing about what happened, only that Ethan and I were no longer together. He also didn't press me on the details, I guess he could tell just how heartbroken I was.I made a promise to myself to forget Ethan and e
A message from Ethan and it read, "Your happiness is all that matters to me, it's nice to see you smile again" My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. How did he know I was smiling? I wondered turning around and looking around the environment like a fool. I tried not to grin from ear to ear out of excitement as I looked at the message again. "What is wrong with you Emily' I scolded myself, he still had a hook on me and I hated it. "Is everything okay" Wayne wondered, noticing me turn and smile like a fool."I don't know, you tell me," I said staring at him with suspicious eyes. "Do you know Ethan, did he send you here?" I asked glaring at him as he shrugged. "Who? What? What are you talking about" Wayne asked cluelessly and I soon realized how ridiculous I must have sounded. "Sorry, I just received a weird message," I said scratching my head nervously. "Okay, can I still give you my number" Wayne wondered not bothering himself about the details of my temporary insanity
"Why are you suddenly panting" Wayne chuckled finally pulling up to a beautiful garden surrounding a dock. "Are you scared" he whispered turning to face me with a wide grin. "No" I lied through my teeth, my heart was pounding in my chest, of course, I was scared. "Don't you trust me?" he asked and I instantly shook my head, "I don't know you enough to trust you" I protested and he chuckled."I hope you will learn to trust me, in the future" he smirked and I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking we could enjoy a boat cruise" he explained getting out of the car and opening the door for me. "Let me get this straight, your idea of a first date with a girl is taking her to a boat in the middle of nowhere?" I wondered out loud."Yes, is that so terrible," Wayne asked and I nodded. "Worst idea I have ever heard, it also gives serial killer vibes" I spoke my mind and he chuckled. "What if I am?" He teased glancing at me with a smile tucked at the corner of his lips. "I also don't think it's
I woke up to find my eyes covered, sitting on a cold floor as my body began to freeze. I tried to move my hands, but they were chained to a pipe beside me, the only thing free were my legs."I think we should just kill her," I heard Gloria say. "We have already wasted a month waiting for an opportunity to capture her; there's no point wasting any more time," she argued."I agree, let's torture her and kill her," another familiar voice said, though I couldn't make out who it was."No, I want her to know why we are killing her. I must have my revenge," Wayne said, and my heart skipped a beat.'Revenge? Kill me?' My body instantly went into panic mode as I began to struggle to get free. Each time the chain hit the pipe, it made a loud clack sound."Let me go, please! It was an accident," I pleaded after minutes of trying. "Jake tried to kill me and I defended myself; it was self-defense," I continued to plead. The room became silent, and I could hear the sound of heels approaching me.
After a few minutes, I was left alone in the dark cold room with nothing but the sound of water moving through the pipe my hands were tied to. The cut on my arm from Gloria was still bleeding, but that was the least of my worries. How do I get out of here? What have I gotten myself into? A thousand thoughts filled my head as I tried to find a way to escape.My hands were sore from the force I had been using to pull them from the pipe. "What if I break it?" I thought to myself. It was a pipe with bolts. What if I used enough force to pull the bolts off? I began pushing and pulling with all my weight, but it felt hopeless. Instead of results, all I got was a strong headache."Enough!" Wayne screamed as he opened the door, entering with blankets."You can't escape this, just stop trying," he said. I looked up, realizing the pipe led to the house, meaning they could hear every sound I made. "You're right," I said in a hush tone, feeling defeated as my heart sank. He walked over, knelt
"I couldn't believe Ethan's cruelty," I thought to myself, reeling from the revelation. "How could I have been so blind, sleeping with the devil himself?"After Wayne finished showing me the atrocities Ethan had committed, he left me alone with my thoughts - a form of torture in itself. As I sat there, the weight of the suffering Ethan had inflicted on others because of me crushed me. Ian and William were in his torture chambers because of me.Just as I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, Gloria's voice pierced the air, her excitement palpable. "Time's up," she said, as they re-entered the room. I turned to face them, my heart racing, and saw that they were all armed with torture tools, ready to end my life. Gloria held out her knife, Alfred clutched a plastic bag, and Wayne grasped an axe."This is going to be fun," Gloria said, moving closer to me, as my heart raced almost falling out of my chest. I had learned to stop struggling to escape after hours of failed attempts. "Please
The sound of Ethan emptying his bullets into Gloria echoed in my head as I stared at the man I used to love, "You are a monster" I thought to myself thinking back as he killed the mother of his son like she was nothing.I turned to stare into his eyes and there was no hint of remorse, "let's go" he said trying to hold my hands but I reflectively withdrew myself from his grip, I nodded feeling weak as I tried to drag myself out of the confinement I was locked. "Are you sure you are okay?" Ethan asked and I nodded, I had lost a lot of blood from the little cut Gloria had given me and my legs had weakened from sitting in one position for over a day. "Let me," Ethan said lifting me like I weighed nothing as he carried me out of the room, outside. He carried me out of the house in the middle of nowhere into the back seat of a tinted black jeep, before joining me and closing the door. "Find Wayne and Alfred and make sure to burn the house down" Ethan instructed to his men still station