SARAHHOURS LATER When Emilio actually suggested out of the blue that we go out for dinner, I actually thought he was bluffing and I stood in expectation of his tongue lashing but to my greatest surprise, he didn't yell at me.Instead he just left like nothing happened. I half expected him to come back later in the evening but he did with a new velvety red gown and a pair of comfortable flat shoes.Initially I doubted us going out as a result of my ankle but Emilio withered away my doubts when he told me had spoken to the doctor already and gotten a permit from him to take me out for dinner. But even right now, as I sat next to Emilio in the car, I still felt alot jittery and frightened. His calmness was alarming and I kept on expecting him to slap or yell at me any moment but he chose to stay quiet. This is so unlike Emilio. I gulped and fiddled with my gown. There was always a sign before a storm. That I know for sure."What would you love to eat?" Emilio's deep husky voice sl
EMILIO I watched as Sarah slept soundly on the hospital bed, her breathing was at a slow pace and very calm.Yes we were back. It was already past midnight.It was such an eventful dinner date...a date? Did I just call that a date?Probably it was. Normally Sarah is not the kind of girl I would go out with at all. I love my girls crazy, wild, seductive and provocative.If Sarah were to be like other chicks I took out, I would have had my cock in her mouth instead of a pizza. We would have been smashing in the toilet whilst our food laid untouched and cold.She would have probably given me head once we were in the restaurant. I mean it was dim and we sat at the back.Just the thought was enough for a boner to spring out.But unfortunately Sarah is not like that. She's everything I'm not. Daily, I try to convince myself that this girl is nothing but a cheap whore but it feels more like a lie every single time.She doesn't act like a whore. I don't even enthrall her. Which is so stra
SARAHIt's been a week already since Emilio yelled at me in the hospital ward. And he kept to his words of not coming to check up on me anytime soon.He only dropped by once and that was because the doctor wanted to see him. Thankfully, I had recovered at an amazing fast rate so Emilio was needed to sign the discharge papers since he was the one that brought me here.And that was the only day he came. The next day, I was discharged and Emilio sent his driver to pick me up.I still can't believe the way he yelled at me that day in the hospital for no just reason. Was it a fault of mine for expecting him to be nicer to me because of our little hang out? Probably yes. It was totally a big mistake on my part. One I'd never repeat.I still don't understand how someone can be nice one minute and angry the next second? Now I'm fully sure Emilio suffers from a personality disorder, he is definitely bipolar or he has multiply personalities.I just knew his farcade care and concern wouldn't las
SARAH"I love this. It's my favourite" I giggled as I pointed at the beautiful off shoulder gown that Grace had sketched in one of her drawing books.I must admit, she is so freaking talented!She could literally become a fucking rich fashion designer if she actually harnessed her talent and pursued her dreams."I love it too" Grace smiled, flipping to the next page."Oh I love the denim jacket. This design is so fabulous, why don't you want to harness your talent Grace?" I probed as we went over to sit on a bench.The dusty breeze blew around us, carrying strands us of our hair towards our face.Currently we were in the garden and it was almost five pm. I wanted to help Grace and distract myself from the thought that Emilio had cut me off from one of the one male friend that I had grown accustomed to apart from my brother. Not only that, he threatened on murdering us both.Just the thought alone sent shivers down my spine because I knew he wasn't just bluffing. He meant every single
Pain is crushing, agonizing, and merciless. It possesses the ability to shatter even the strongest minds, reducing them to fragments and dragging them into a pit of excruciating torture. Once it reveals its ugly presence, it ruthlessly sweeps away every trace of goodness like a vicious storm, contorting them against you.It forces you to beg. It compels you to crumble. It renders you numb and void.As her eyes slowly opened, a golden glow bathed the dark room, casting a fair illumination. Though her eyesight was feeble, distant sounds of beeping machines echoed in her ears. The dim lighting danced at the edge of her vision, unmistakably signaling that this was not her room. Machines didn't belong in her space.It then dawned on Sarah that she found herself in the hospital.But why? Her ankle has healed and so has her knee so why was she back here again? Her head spinned as she tried to decipher what had happened to her.Like a comet, the memories hit her.She was shot.Sarah found he
SARAH It's been three weeks since I got my gunwound. My eyes wandered around the large and beautifully trimmed lawn that covered a vast landscape of Emilio's mansion as the tires of the car glided in smoothly. I got discharged today and I couldn't be more grateful that I was now free and returning back home. Though my shoulder still felt awfully sore but at least , I am alive and recovering.Emilio never visited me for once in the hospital. Throughout my three weeks of staying that hospital, he never came to check up on me.It was like he had disappeared into thin air, like he never existed in my life. What did I do wrong? Pain clogged in my chest almost making it impossible for me to breathe as I meditated on the traumatic past events. I thinned my lip and pressed them into a thin line to avoid my sobs escaping from within.I begged that man to let me leave on so many occasions but he didn't. The bloody man couldn't sacrifice his stupid ego to listen to the maid he presumably 'bo
SARAHFive days. Five excruciating days trapped in this gilded cage. My reflection in the antique vanity mirror mocked me, a pale wraith in a silk nightgown Emilio had "kindly" provided.Escape. It was the only thought that kept the suffocating fear at bay.I traced the raised scar on my knee, a souvenir from my last, disastrous attempt at escaping. Broken ankle, busted knees, and a concussion that had me seeing double for days. Recalling the disastrous escape attempt that had left me in the hospital with a broken ankle and an injured knee, I couldn't afford another failure. This time, my plan would be foolproof. It had to be. Failure was not an option.As I gazed out of the window, the moonlight danced on the edges of the curtains, casting a faint glow across the room.Tonight, I vowed to leave this suffocating mansion behind for good. My eyes flickered with determination, and my hands traced an imaginary map of the escape route.Over the past five days, I had become a spy in the ma
SARAH“Turn left,” I said, jabbing my fingers towards the next turn as I craned my neck forward, my eyes searching for the apartment. We've been driving for over an hour, this was the farthest I could get from Emilio. It was also the safest since her house wasn't exactly easy to find. Heck I think I misled the driver like three times before finally getting the right turn. The tires rolled over the stones, making a crunching sound as he came to a stop in front of her apartment.It was a cozy little house nestled in a quiet neighborhood. This was Amanda's house. Amanda was an old friend from highschool. We weren't exactly best friends, but she was a really good friend of mine.She was the only person I could think of as the taxi drove into town. I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I noticed that the lights were on, the bright yellowish hue that painted one of the windows was evidence that at least somebody was home.I got down from the car and shut the door behind me, “I need to speak