The steady beep of the unresponsive line gnawed at Emma's patience as she dialed the number again and again. She bit her lip, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.With a heavy sigh, she tossed the phone onto the bed and rose to her feet. Shedding her clothes, Emma walked into the bathroom, each step heavy with the weight of her thoughts.As the water streamed over her, she closed her eyes, letting her mind drift. She let out a loud sigh, the sound echoing off the bathroom and rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of everything that was going on.Finished with her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and padded back to her room. She dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts. Stepping into the living area, she noticed Davina still seated on the couch, her face a mask of indifference. Emma’s lips curled in a disdainful scoff as she glanced at the clock; it was a little past 4 PM.Ignoring Davina, Emma walked to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor
Emma blinked once, twice, willing the mark on Davina's arm to disappear. It stubbornly remained. She squared her shoulders, hands planted firmly on her hips as realization dawned on her, her gaze piercing through Davina. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Her voice was sharp, demanding an answer.Davina sat up slowly, confusion etched on her face as she tried to meet Emma's intense stare. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her shirt, a telltale sign of her unease. "I don't understand what you're talking about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She shuffled back, trying to put some distance between herself and Emma's accusing presence.Emma's eyes narrowed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "That's why I'm asking you, nicely, why you're here.""I'm waiting for Lucas?" Davina said questioningly and Emma scoffed."It makes a lot of sense now. Daddy's perfect pet, doing his dirty work for him, isn't it?"
Emma stood there blinking, trying to process what she had just heard. The words echoed in her mind, a jumble of confusion and disbelief."What do you mean I should talk to my mother?" she asked slowly, each word measured as if speaking them too quickly might cause them to shatter. She turned to face Davina, whose expression remained frustratingly calm, almost detached.Davina's eyes held a glimmer of something—pity, maybe?—as she spoke. "Because you're not who you think you are. Your whole life has been a lie, Emma." She paused, letting the words sink in. "Maybe if you knew the truth, you'd let this all go. It's not my place to tell you, so talk to your mom. She knows what's up."Emma felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she tried to mask her unease. "Find a better lie next time," she retorted, her voice edged with sarcasm.Davina shrugged nonchalantly, her indifference like a slap to the face. "Whatever you say. But if I were you, I’
"Emma, please don't let us do this now," Mrs. Kathy pleaded softly as she approached her daughter. Emma instinctively shifted away, her body tense as if her mother's touch would burn."Who is my father, mother?" Emma's voice cracked with raw emotion. Mrs. Kathy sank onto the nearest couch, tears streaming down her face. She wiped them away hastily, but Emma remained unmoved, her eyes locked on her mother."Did he ever know you cheated on him?" Emma's words were slow and deliberate, dripping with bitterness. Hatred swelled within her, washing away the warmth she once felt for her mother. Mrs Kathy shook her head."I never cheated on your dad," Mrs. Kathy's voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze fixed on Emma. "I mean... I don't even know what to call him now to you. But I never cheated, Emma."Emma's brow furrowed in confusion. "Then what happened?""I was raped, Emma," Mrs. Kathy began, her voice wavering with pain. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to compose herself. "I was kidnapp
Mrs. Kathy shook her head, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and pain. "He's your father, Emma. He's the monster who did it to me. You can check about him, but I doubt you would find much." Her voice trembled slightly, but her gaze remained steady. Emma's body went rigid, and she stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor."I know exactly who he is, Mother." Emma's voice was cold, She grabbed her phone from the table with a swift motion and stormed towards the door, her footsteps echoing through the house. Her mother scrambled to follow her, her voice rising in panic."Emma, what are you doing? Where are you going? We're not done here!" Mrs. Kathy's voice was tinged with desperation, but Emma was already outside, the cool evening air hitting her face as she approached her car. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before unlocking the door and sliding into the driver's seat.Her mother's pleas grew more frantic. "Emma, please, listen to me!" But Emma had alread
"Is everything okay?" A waitress rushed towards Emma's table, her voice a mixture of concern and apprehension. Emma turned to her with a sharp glare, her eyes flashing."Stay out of this. I'm having a little chit chat with my father," Emma snapped, the word "father" dripping with venom. She turned back to Mr. Mario, who was now standing, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and disbelief at Emma's actions."What did you just do, Emma?" he asked slowly, his voice a low growl as he began to round the table. His movements were deliberate, each step echoing in the tense silence of the restaurant. Emma held her ground, her heart pounding in her chest."You're a fucking bastard who raped my mother!" Emma's voice was filled with raw anger and pain. The words had barely left her lips when a fist connected with her cheek, the impact resounding through the room like a gunshot. She staggered backward, her vision swimming, and crashed into a nearby table, collapsing to the ground.The world se
Emma's eyes flew open, taking in her surroundings in a panic. She was in a dimly lit room, the walls bare and unwelcoming. The voices were coming from a partially open door to her left. She strained to hear more, her heart racing."After that, where are we going to dispose off her body?" The voice cut through again. Emma slowly sat up, her breath catching in her throat. She strained to listen, her heart pounding as if it wanted to leap out of her chest. It was now clear they were talking about her, and she shuddered in fear."We have to hold on," the first voice continued, calm but firm. "We don't know if any of the witnesses at the restaurant might say something to the police. We need to let this die down first."A second voice, sharper and more insistent, replied, "Mr. Mario said immediately."The voices faded, their footsteps echoing down the corridor. Emma's muscles tensed, and she felt a wave of cold sweat break out on her forehead. She tried to lift her hand to wipe it away, but
Emma held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she strained to hear any sound in the silence. She couldn't decide whether to bolt or stay hidden, hoping to find out who had been shot.A whisper cut through the silence. "Emma!" Davina’s voice, urgent and hushed, brought a rush of relief. Emma exhaled softly, standing up from behind the flower-covered grass where she had crouched, and waved towards the window.Davina, sighting her, leaped gracefully out of the window, landing softly beside her. Her eyes were wide with urgency."We don’t have much time," Davina whispered, her voice tight with fear. "That gunshot was loud enough to alert anyone nearby. They’ll come to check out what happened soon and figure out what happened."Emma’s pulse quickened. She nodded, feeling the weight of the moment press down on her."Run, Emma. Don’t stop until you find the well. I’ve left a trail—you’ll see it. Follow it to the well and wait for me there. I have to get something inside," Davina in