Jason's point of view I had lived for almost twenty eight years and there was only one woman I knew that was as stubborn as Meda.My grandmother.When Meda's mom came with Amethyst, I thought it was some sort of reunion and rekindle our love stuff. She knew I needed to spend some time with Amethyst too.The letter being shoved at me was not part of what I had imagined."Take this, She wanted you to have it," Meda's mom said, her eyes were red. From tears or tiredness, I had no idea."She left, Jason, she left. She decided that being with him was more important than fighting for what was right," She had continued, tears had ran down her cheeks like some sort of lake. She fought to bring down the hiccups that followed.Amethyst, on the other hand, was quiet. Like always. She had never been the sort of child that made a noise whenever something serious happened.She just turned to me and asked a daunting question, "Is mother going to die now? Would she leave me again?" Her voice, natura
Isabella's point of view"You have a house in the woods?" I asked, surprised out of my mind.Here we were, alone in the woods. We had walked, used bikes and whatever for the past three hours, ever since we got down from the helicopter. Zachary had everything figured out though, he kept a bag he had filled to the brim with essentials such as tissue paper, bottles of water, bags of my favorite snacks and a towel.Zachary raised his shoulders up in a shrug, "Yeah, it's kind of my hideout. When the noise from the Newmans family and everything they represent becomes too much, I come here to escape," He said, grunted a bit, "And now it's going to be our new home, we'll finally get the life we deserve.""But what about the rest of the family? Annabelle, your father....""Jason and Amethyst, don't forget to add them," The smirk on his lips was even more infuriating than the interruption itself, I wished I could smack it out of his lips.But all I could manage was a small yes, that came out so
Isabella's point of view.It could not be happening. I hoped it was not what I thought.Multiple times, I prayed. Multiple times, I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what was wrong with my body, and why didn't I discover this until now. I touched my nose. Exactly the same. I touched my cheeks. Exactly the same. But I felt the fullness of my breast, I saw the changes that happened when I was pregnant with Amethyst.I was about to have another of Jason's baby. And just like the way history loved to repeat itself, I was far away from the father of my child due to circumstances I could not control.My eyes found its reflection in the mirror, I had no idea when Zachary would be back from his so called 'hunt'. My hair and skin felt dry irrespective of the numerous moisturisers and hair care products I used. I had eye bags that were getting darker with each passing day.And my face got sunken despite all the hefty meals I ate.This wasn't ideal for the little one I had within me.
Isabella's point of view.Seven days. Exactly one week after I left everything I knew and came to a life as some sort of prisoner. Perhaps my eyes were no longer sunken because I understood and accepted my fate now. I cleaned the house whenever necessary, which seemed to be every three hours, I cooked variety of meals, sometimes I even baked. I threw some away, the ones that went bad or were just too horrible to be eaten by anyone that valued their tongue. I should have kept them and given them to Zachary whenever he decided to grace the house with his presence.Every hour, before I grow bored due to the consistent failures that came from trying different passwords on the computers, tried multiple times to unlock the safe to no avail."Do not despair my dear girl, you have come too far to fail now," Mom's voice seemed to come to me whenever I had to lie down on the bed for a little nap.Sometimes it wasn't mom though. Sometimes it was my dad, sometimes he would appear, dressed in hi
Isabella's point of view.Today made it exactly fifteen days since I found myself in the same shack with Zachary. Nowadays he did not leave the shack for anything, not even to stack up on food.I was hungry. He was hungry. The electricity to the shack stopped working.All I had before it stopped working were my vitamins and the meals I made in a secret compartment in the refrigerator.I was grateful he had no idea about that, all I had to do was wait till he fell asleep and then ate as much as I wanted before he woke up.It was a win situation for me in a way, but now I had nothing. I just had no idea what he would be like if he stayed hungry for such a long time, I had no idea what he might do to me to be honest.I sat on the couch opposite him, watched him as he used a piece of paper to make a makeshift fan for himself just so he could get some cool air.The electricity to the shack just had to stop working last night, like something destroyed the wires."You know," I started, I mad
Jason's point of viewIf I wasn't so pissed off at the moment, I guessed my brother's whole new bad boy demeanor would have been a joke. Something to laugh about with Zade at the bar or while having wine at the balcony.But it wasn't a joke. He was walking on thin ice. And his foolishness would get him killed if he wasn't careful."Why did he have to do something like this?" Zade asked, he twirled the drink around in his glass and focused his gaze on a painting at the end of the room.On the other hand, I was too pissed off to even stand or sit. I walked from one end of the room to the other, thinking about what to do.The package my brother sent was still open on the table, locks of my wife's hair spread across some sort of newspaper with what looked like blood smeared around it.Zade dropped the wineglass on the table, "He wouldn't do something like that right? He's not so wrong in the head that he would actually kill Isabella. That woman did no wrong to him."At this point, I had n
Jason's point of view.I placed my hand gently on her head, noting the temperature difference between now and the last time."She's okay, just sleeping," Someone said from behind me, startling me.The sound of heels clicking as they touched the floor prompted me to turn around so I could see who was there."Nice to see you after so long, Jason," Cameron's lips stretched into a wide smile as she said that.The corners of my lips rose up in a polite smile, "It's good to see you too, Miss McClain, how's the family?""Family's good," Her eyes moved quickly to look at Meda, "I feel so sad seeing her in such a state, I called multiple times, I tried to visit, I even went to Paris and discovered she was no longer there," She placed her hand on her chest while her entire face morphed to one of shock, eyebrows raised, "And the next thing I'm seeing on the news is news about her abduction and your brother being on the run. It's all so..... I don't even know the right word to use for it."I had
Isabella's point of view.I swear my head hurt like a bitch when I woke up, all I could see were blinding white lights everywhere and sometimes the occasional doctor with their white coats.I went in and out of consciousness and every time, I woke up at a different time of the day.Sometimes I saw Jason, sometimes he hovered on me, other times he was screaming for the doctor. But I heard him, multiple times.I heard him when he talked to me every time. The sweet words he said to me while he caressed my forehead, the kisses he placed there and sometimes, when I felt really strong, I tried my best to squeeze his hand.There was a time I heard a child speaking. I was pretty sure it was Amethyst because of how soft she had spoken. She had begged me to wake up for her and I tried, I really tried.I just couldn't. And then I slipped out of consciousness again.This time, I was determined to remain conscious.The doctor by my side smiled kindly at me, "Oh Mrs Wells, you're awake," He touched
Isabella's point of view.Zachary turned himself in to the police the next morning. We woke up and he was nowhere to be found, all he had left was the simple note he wrote about where he was going to and what he was going to do.Jason drove us back to the penthouse, the news reporter made another news concerning the issue and it was almost like all was well in the world again. No one cared about Cameron being in the hospital for alcohol and pills poisoning, no one cared about the fact that Jason would have been in jail yesterday if not for the intervention of Zade.The dude appeared the moment I thought about him, all smiles. His face looked the same to everyone so they missed the ugly bruise at the side of the head."What happened?" I asked him once we were close to each other.He almost choked on his drink, "What do you mean?" He asked, after he dropped the wineglass on the table while staring at me intensely.I nodded my head towards the centre of attraction, "What happened there?
Isabella's point of view."He's close to this place," Jason repeated because I said nothing the first time.He probably thought I didn't hear him.Cameron almost died. Cameron sent the anonymous tip. Cameron heard our conversation then."How does he know this place?" I asked confused, my eyes darting around because I felt like Zachary would appear out of any of the walls.Jason sighed, his hand moved to the back of his neck. A sure sign of nervousness."Mom knows about this place. I couldn't believe mom was the female helping him, I mean, I can't even understand it. She probably sent that tip to the police or whatever," Jason said, he was trying to appear strong but his eyes gave how tired and heartbroken he was, "I don't understand why she would do this to me.""Because she wasn't the one, she didn't do this."He looked at me, confusion was written all over his face, "What do you mean? She was working with Zachary to get...."I didn't get a chance to explain it to him because someone
Isabella's point of view.Jason's phone ringing was the alarm that woke us up that morning. Jason tried to find his phone with his eyes still still firmly shut, and missed multiple times.When I couldn't take it anymore, I found the phone myself."Hello," I said, a bit harshly and much more rudely than I intended, "Why are you calling my husband at..." I had to remove the phone from my ear so I could look at the time, "...six in the morning. He's asleep."Jason's hand squeezed my thigh, "I love it when you're so dominant," He said, his voice was laced heavily with sleep.No one said anything at the other end for a whole minute. I wondered why I didn't end the call at that point."Haven't you seen the news? Jason's face is literally everywhere and I'm pretty sure the police would be on his tail soon," Zade's voice was the next thing I heard, it felt like he was talking from the other side of the room, "Get out of that penthouse and run."And then the call ended. Jason must have heard
Isabella's point of view.It took two whole days for me to become a semi normal human again, even though I had issues. It took two whole days for me to get rid of all the alcohol I had in my system, without going for another. It took two whole days to promise myself that I would continue to be happy, because Amethyst needed a mother. Not a drunk angry woman who couldn't forgive herself.The journey back to self love wasn't going to be an easy one, but I would do anything for my family.Mom and Jacqueline travelled from Paris back to town once they heard I would be receiving visitors now. They were so happy to see me and so was I, to see them.I wasn't even that surprised that Jacqueline had dyed her hair pink."When you have a family that wants you to be the best, the best wife, the best kid, the best of anything, you learn of new ways to disappoint them," She said then leaned in to continue the sentence, "Especially if you didn't make them traumatized when you were a teenager."That
Jason's point of view."You'll be discharged on probation due to the only witness having a faulty memory," The lawyer told Dude during our short visit to the prison, "That's enough to get you released on probation at least."That happened the day after we found Meda. I was still a bit out of it, the whole conversation, the reward I promised Dude if he helped me find my wife. I just wanted to go back to the hospital.Dude stood up and shook the hand of the lawyer, "Thank you very much. I appreciate it," He said, the grin on his face was so wide and bright. It made me almost want to smile as well. Once the lawyer was gone, the smile disappeared from my face."That lawyer is from one of the best firms in the US. I'm sure he would do his best to get you out of here so don't worry," I sighed, before I got up from my own chair and stretched my hand towards him.Dude was a slim guy. He had no muscles and was never known for his strength to win fights. Instead he won with his brain, calculat
Isabella's point of view."What happened to you?" Jason asked the moment he saw me, as I walked into the penthouse.My face was swollen, my lips had bruises all over and I was pretty sure I had a black eye or perhaps two. I was hurt all over. And my clothes were torn at the most unfortunate of places.I couldn't go to a store to get a new cloth. And there was none in my car so I basically had to do the walk of shame just to come home.And the first person I see is Jason. Oh goodness."Who did this to you? Why didn't you call me?" He kept on asking questions upon questions, which checking each and every bruise, "We need to take you to the hospital...."I took my hand from him and huffed. I had no reason to go to the hospital. Cameron wasn't a vicious fighter, she was in a worse shape than me. And she was able to get just a few strong punches in.I did the greater work."Leave me alone please, there's nothing you can do about this so just let it be," I said, smiled a bit at him while I
Isabella's point of view.Jason got us another penthouse in another apartment complex that wasn't owned by him. Furnished it to my satisfaction. And also made sure that he told me nothing about the whole security cameras in the house.If there was any, I had no idea about them."You can't seem to process what happened that day, you keep on getting flashbacks" The therapist Jason got for me said, she smiled like we were some kind of old friends.Her bubbly personality was a fresh start from most of the tensed people I met recently. I felt like they were holding themselves back from talking about the whole traumatizing case.They had no idea I was even pregnant. No one knew about that pregnancy but Jason and I.I nodded, my head bowed down so I could look at my entwined fingers.I had no idea what to say to a woman like this. I had no idea how she was going to help me recover from the trauma.Was it even right for me to be traumatized? I mean, yes, I lost my baby but I didn't even know
Isabella's point of view."She would have to stay in the hospital for one more day. We need to run a few more tests and make sure she's fully physically okay before we allow her out," The doctor spoke to Jason, few metres away from me, "We want her at her best."I pretended like I didn't hear what they said. Or I pretended like I didn't see them when they talked about me.It helped me. It calmed my mind. If I didn't see them, then I wouldn't have to accept that my baby was actually gone.Lost. It was a miracle I survived.And after everything the only thing I got as a reward, after meeting up with Zachary and allowing him to take me, I couldn't even get him for his crimes. All I got was my baby dead.Because of me."Mummy, look at what I drew," Amethyst cried out from where she sat, on a chair close to my bed.I forced a smile onto my lips, "That's nice Thyst, draw something else now," I said, barely taking a glance at the drawing.If anyone truly asked me what I wanted, I was scared
Isabella's point of view.I swear my head hurt like a bitch when I woke up, all I could see were blinding white lights everywhere and sometimes the occasional doctor with their white coats.I went in and out of consciousness and every time, I woke up at a different time of the day.Sometimes I saw Jason, sometimes he hovered on me, other times he was screaming for the doctor. But I heard him, multiple times.I heard him when he talked to me every time. The sweet words he said to me while he caressed my forehead, the kisses he placed there and sometimes, when I felt really strong, I tried my best to squeeze his hand.There was a time I heard a child speaking. I was pretty sure it was Amethyst because of how soft she had spoken. She had begged me to wake up for her and I tried, I really tried.I just couldn't. And then I slipped out of consciousness again.This time, I was determined to remain conscious.The doctor by my side smiled kindly at me, "Oh Mrs Wells, you're awake," He touched