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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I listened as my a ringing sound signaled that the person on the other end of the call had not yet picked the call. The ringing sound continued three more times before the beep signalling the receipt of the call sounded. "Hey Dannie." Azra's chirpy voice floated through the speakers. "Hey Azra." I greeted back. "I'm almost at the restaurant, are you there yet?" she asked. "About that..." I trailed, thinking of the best possible way to drop the bomb on her. "What? What's up? Did you get lost?" she asked, worry lacing her tone. "No, no. I didn't get lost." I denied, shaking my head in the passenger seat of my car. "Then what's wrong?" she asked. I sighed in fatigue. I had no idea how to tell her that I would be changing the plans that I had consensually made with the she and the rest of my friends. I decided that keeping her on suspense for much longer would only elongate the inevitable, so with another release of breath, I broke the news to her.
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I sat on one of the living room's couches, staring, very gobsmacked, at the man who sat across from me; I was not by myself in staring at the man in surprise as everyone else in the room, including his own partner, was gawking at him with the same expression that I had on my face. It was as if they were all thinking the same thing that I was- maybe they were also asking themselves the question that was playing in my own mind as I continued to look at the police officer who was sited in front of me. You might be wondering what that question was? 'Who the hell was this guy?' That was the question that played in my head, over and over again, and I did not doubt, by the look on everyone's faces, that they were asking themselves the same question. Detective Trevor Wilson, as Alvida and the man himself had introduced earlier on my arrival to the living room, started right back at me with impassive and accusing eyes. "What were you doing on that day, Mrs Valent
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Once Detective Trevor Wilson had been booted out of the living room by my father-in-law, his partner, Detective Gale Jones, left on her own and that way, she was consequently tasked with the responsibility of going through the process that entailed taking my statement in place of her expelled partner. She seemed a little taken aback and shaken by the events of the past few minutes and gave the impression of being nervous; that much was obvious from the way her feet were tapping, continuously, against the marble floors. Alvida turned in her seat, beside her husband, to look at the female police officer. "Now that we are rid of the nuisance that is your partner, we are ready to get down to the business of the day." she said, addressing the Detective, "You may now proceed with your assignment." After receiving the go-ahead from the woman of the Valentino household, Gale Jones nodded her head in understanding. "Yes, ma'am." she said, clearing her th
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "What about you, Mrs Valentino? Did you notice or do you recall seeing any one or anything suspicious before the incident occured?" Detective Gale Jones asked. The question jogged my memory as I racked my brain, trying to recall if I had seen or noticed anything particularly suspicious during the days leading up to the incident. While working in overdrive, in its attempt to figure out and bring to my remembrance any particular sight that I could or might have been privy to before or after the incident occured, it finally hit me. The memory hit me as hard as a rock, jolting and shaking me to awareness, firmly and forcefully- I imagined that the Titanic ship must have felt the way I did, in that moment, when it had hit the infamous iceberg that had been the cause of its renowned doom. I sat in the living couch, my eyes wide open, and my body trembling slightly as my memory allowed me to recall and draw upon the past events, allowing and bringing to my under
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The anticipation was clear in both Alisia and Detective Gale Jones' eyes as they both leaned forward in their seats, their eyes holding, in its depths, the curiosity that they felt. Before addressing them, I gulped down spittle; my action was not in a bid to be dramatic, but because the thought of what was about to escape my lips was scary enough to cause a flood of saliva to fill up my mouth. Once I had swallowed the watery liquid that had been secreted into my mouth by glands, I opened my mouth to answer the question, nearly chortling at the way my sister-in-law and the detective basically leaned out of their seats, eyes wide in anticipation of what words were about to escape my parted lips. "A strange man." I replied. Both of them looked at one another before turning to look at me, confusion written on their faces. "What do you mean?" Detective Jones asked. "I saw a strange man." I answered, settling back into the cushioned couch that I was sited on. I
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I trudged up the massive stair case with Alisia, who trailed slowly behind me. As I climbed up the flight of numerous stairs, my head felt heavy and with each step that I ascended, my stomach grumbled with hunger; I had long forgotten that I had not been chanced to eat anything else during the course of the day except for the breakfast that I'd had with my in-laws. I allowed my thoughts to take over my mind as I moved up the spiral stair case. What would the police officers do, now that I had given them a description of the only suspicious stranger that I had come in contact with Siri g the days leading up to the unfortunate incident? If the man was really not who he claimed to be, did that mean I was at fault for the occurrence of the incident? If I had not let the man into the house, nothing would have happened, right? I felt so guilty, scared, and ashamed, and I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole; or for an alien inv
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I was immersed in a caliginous chasm, and I enjoyed, very much, the feeling that the abyss gave me as it swallowed me whole and engulfed me in its pleasing embrace which was full of darkness and quiet. I wished that I would never have to leave that sweet ataraxia, hoping that said placidity could be everlasting. But as I have come to learn, mostly through the hard way, every and all good things had to, eventually, come to an end- I had also come to accept that verdict. No favorable occured or entity could last an eternity; one way or another, they would have to come to a finish. I did not necessarily understand why it had to be so, but I had no choice but to come to terms with that fact. So was the case for my peaceful sleep as the blaring of my ringtone dragged me, harshly, out of my state of tranquility, which I was not very much inclined to leave, and tossed me into a state of consciousness. And so, letting a tired sigh escape from my lips, I patted around b
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I sighed in exasperation, turning on my side to glare at the source of my irritation. The familiar tune of my ringtone, which was blaring through the speakers of the mobile device, caused another surge of vexation to swell in my chest. Deciding that I'd had enough of the disruption, I pulled my phone off of the bedside drawer where it was placed, and angrily silenced the call before placing the device on airplane mode to prevent any further disturbance of my peace. I then dropped the phone back on to the drawer and turned to the other side of the bed, closing my eyes and hoping that by doing so, I would finally return back to sleep. Unfortunately, I could do no such thing as the disturbance came in another form- in the form of a gentle rap of knuckles on my door. I let out a frustrated sigh, and rolled onto my back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a gentle plea to those who lived high up on the heavens. I was desperate for my sleep, and these disruption
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DANIELLE'S P.O.V I stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking open reluctantly. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn and a lingering sense of unease clung to me. As consciousness found its way back to me, I felt the sting in my eyes which were heavy from a restless night. My eyes stung as I tried to focus on the familiar surroundings. A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted. When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness. The room, usually a pe
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V. It had been a month since the storm called Chase Sinclair, had hit our lives, leaving destruction and doubts in his wake. The air hung heavy, in my office, with the weight of unspoken words as Omar Zayn, my lifelong confidante and best friend, sat across from me. His eyes, filled with understanding, met mine, as if searching for the turmoil that had etched its mark onto my soul over the past month. The weight of the past month lingered heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the guilt that gripped my conscience. "Omar, I messed up big time," I sighed, rubbing my temples. Omar leaned in, concern etched on his face. "What happened with you two, Adrian? Last time I knew, you guys were solid. Tell me everything. Maybe there's a way to fix this." Omar said, his expression empathic. In a flash, I recalled the doubts that had plagued me and the message that had led to my questioning Danielle's fidelity " I doubted Dannie's loyalty, questioned her commitment
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V I woke up with a splitting headache. The piercing pain that seared through my head dragged me out of the depths of unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, clutching my throbbing temple. The room spun and my vision blurred as I blinked. "Where in the world am I?" I muttered while trying to make sense of my surroundings. As I tried to sit up, the sharp pain in my head intensified, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt like a sledgehammer had collided with my skull and I could hear the faint echoes of my own pained groans. With my muddled senses, I struggled to make sense of my situation. I continued to blink rapidly to clear off the dizzy spell until the dimly lit room slowly came into focus. Suddenly, I felt restraints on my wrists and ankles. "What the hell...?" I muttered pulling at the ropes that bound me and restricted my movement. On seeing that they would not budge, undiluted panic started to creep into my bod
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX..
DANIELLE'S P.O.V The weeks following my traumatic ordeal at the hands of Chase were a blur of hospital rooms and tests. I had also been offered therapy sessions, but I rejected them as the very last thing I wanted to do was revisit the torture I had gone through. However, I could not seem to run away from those days of captivity as even after I had long been discharged from the hospital, my mind was still trapped in the nightmares that had plagued me ever since that fateful day- the day Chase Sinclair had kidnapped me. It felt like I was trapped in a unending nightmare, unable to escape the memories of what had happened to me- memories of how my baby had almost been taken away from me. I was back in the safety of the mansion Adrian and I had gotten but the house which used to bring me so much peace now seemed as oppressive as it was comforting. I sat on the plush couch in the living room of our grand mansion, surrounded by my friends and family. Adrian was on a busi
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The hospital corridors stretched before me, a maze of sterile white walls, distant echoes of life, and busked whispers. Their white walls were an unsettling reminder of the captivity I had endured for far too long at the hands of Chase Sinclair. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards the women's restroom, a small glimmer of hope guiding me towards the next step in my escape. I walked with purpose and my steps were fueled by a desperate determination to reclaim my life from the clutches of the darkness that Chase had surrounded me with. My footsteps faltered as both anticipation and apprehension coursed through my veins and each footfall echoed in my ears as I made my way to the restroom. Every step that I took felt heavy with anticipation and my heart pounding in my chest as I neared the restroom. It was a moment that held the key to my freedom; the key to reuniting with my family and escaping the clutches of Chase once and for all. As
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Chase’s eyes bore into mine, and I could see the rage simmering beneath them. His gaze moved around the room, scanning for any signs of betrayal and then, suddenly, his eyes locked onto my shaking figure. A cruel smile pulled at his lips as he lunged towards me and on reaching me, he grabbed my hand with his grip tightening around my wrist. Panic engulfed me as he wrenched the phone from its hiding place under the pillow and he held it up, triumph gleaming in his eyes. “You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice I stood there, transfixed to the spot by the fear that caused my heart to pound in my chest, my hands trembling. The stolen phone rested securely in Chase’s grip; a small but strong weapon that I had used against the man who had held me captive for far too long. Chase loomed over me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" His voic
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V The walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I sat there, utterly drained from the dual onslaught of my demanding position and the storm raging inside of me. The dim lights seemed to intensify the shadows that had taken a place in my life recently and the air felt heavy as the weight of my tumultuous life burdened me. The office room felt like a prison of polished wood and cold steel and the distant hum of the city just outside of the office walls did nothing to ease the feeling of being trapped. The room that was usually a place of productivity and creativity, had. now become a battlefield between my professional obligations to the company and my personal emotions. Rubbing my temples gently, I tried to erase the persistent ache that clawed at my skull, but I couldn't seem to find relief from it. Weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, and burden on my heart as I could not seem to get away from the shattered pieces of my broken life. The weight of my r
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days, weeks, or perhaps months, following my abduction felt like an eternity; I had lost track of time as those moments that I spent while being trapped in this desolate room passed in a hazy blur of fear and despair. Each passing moment was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for my freedom, every second spent in Chase’s clutches was a reminder of the very fragile line that separated both my life and death, every waking moment that I spent in that godforsaken room was tainted by the knowledge that I was at the mercy of a man I once called a friend; a man whom I had thought to forgive and let go of the hurtful things that he had done to me in the past; a man that had now turned into an obsessed captor; a man that had snatched me away from my peaceful existence. The room was always dark and even with the air conditioner, who’s hum served as the only other source of sound in the dreary space, it always felt suffocating as the only other me
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I did not know how long I slept for, or how many days had passed by while I was in a state of unconsciousness; all I could remember when I slowly opened my eyes, the heaviness of sleep still lingering in my limbs, was that I had been taken against my will and the culprit of my kidnapping was none other than my former childhood friend and recently reconciled nemesis. As my vision started to clear, I found myself in a dimly lit room; it was not as small as the one I had previously woken up in, but it felt the same to me as I felt the sterile walls closing in on me. Panic coursed through my veins as the memories of the events leading up to my kidnapping flooded my mind. My heart raced and thumped loudly in my chest as the realization of my situation settled in once more. I would give anything to exact as much pain on the culprit of my predicament and source of my pain at that moment. Chase Sinclair! A name that I had once associated with friendship; a name that
