The rain was falling steadily, soaking the ground and the mourners who gathered under black umbrellas. They stood in silence, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. The minister spoke words of comfort, but they were empty to Carmela. She felt numb, as if she were watching this from a distance, like it was happening to someone else. But then, she looked down at the casket, and she knew it was real. As the crowd began to disperse, Carmela stood alone by the grave, lost in her grief. The rain kept falling, washing away her tears. As Carmela stood staring at the grave, a hand gently touched her shoulder. She turned to see Mr. Eliot, Max's father, looking at her with concern. "You should go home," he said. "You've been here for hours. Let the dead sleep." Carmela shook her head. "I can't leave him," she said. "He's my whole world." Mr. Eliot looked at her, his eyes full of compassion. "I know how much you loved him," he said. "But you can't keep doing this to yourse
Maxwell slowly brought my hands down from his neck and moved closer to me. Maxwell took a step back, his hands raised in surrender. "Please, Carmela, just calm down," he said, his voice gentle. "I don't mean you or the baby any harm. I just wanted to see you, to talk to you." Carmela stared at him, her heart still racing. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but she didn't have the strength to stop them. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice breaking. Carmela's anger and grief came to a head, and she lashed out, punching Maxwell in the chest. "Just leave me alone!" she cried. "I can't do this anymore. I can't take it!" Maxwell flinched, but he didn't strike back. He just looked at her, his eyes full of compassion. "Please, Carmela," he said. "I know this is hard, but I want to help you. I want to be there for you and the baby. Just give me a chance." “You’re not human…” Carmela cried, “just leave the surface of the earth. Leave me and my kids alone.”
Maxwell cuffed his hands around Carmela's wrists, holding her tight. She winced in pain, her eyes wide with fear. "Please," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, let me go. You're hurting me." Maxwell looked into her eyes, his expression pained. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I'm doing this for your own good. You have to trust me." "Why?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Why are you doing this? Just let me go. Please." "I love you, Carmela," Maxwell said, his voice cracking. "Please, just trust me. If you do, everything will be all right." "No, this isn't love," Carmela said, tears streaming down her face. "If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this. If you loved me, you would let me go." "I can't do that," Maxwell said, his voice rising in frustration. "Just cooperate, and everything will be all right. I promise." Maxwell pulled out his phone and called a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and ushered Carmela inside. The driver looked at them through the rearview mirror. "Wher
Carmela’s hands struck hard against Maxwell's chest but he didn’t bulge. He kept pulling her closer and tightening his lips on hers. She couldn’t breathe. She was weak and sad. It felt like she was caged in a dark room and there was no window to let air into the room. She begged to end her life because she couldn’t bring herself to do it. If only Max was still here, she could have still had a bit of her sanity. “P-please…” she begged as her lips slightly released from Maxwell’s. A tear rolled down her eyes, once more. “I’m begging you.” “Carmela, don’t cry.” Maxwell pulled back and looked at her pale and tender skin. He pulled her jaw up to face his. “I will always love you. Why don’t you feel what I’m feeling? I can’t let you die. Never!” He pulled Carmela up into his arm. This time he led her into a room. This was a master bedroom inside of the small mansion by the beachside. Carmela had been here with him before. Then, she had thought he was Max. She loved this beach house
Carmela started to shake in bed. She struggled to push Maxwell off from her body, sluggishly. She was weak beneath him and her legs were already numb from the fear she felt at that moment. “If you do this now, I would never forgive you.” Her voice came out as a whisper.“Even when Max is dead, I can’t have peace.” Maxwell stopped what he was doing and looked up at her in the face. She didn’t even look at him. Her gaze was looking the other way. “You want peace?” his thick voice asked and Carmela refused to reply. “Peace!!!!!” He yelled and shifted away from her body. This time, he pulled Carmela in a rush, sitting her up in the bed. His eyes were flaming in anger and his fist was tightening around Carmela’s wrist. She cried in pain and he kept strangling his hands around her wrist. With each tightening, she would wimp in pain. “Maxwell, stop, please, you’re hurting me.” She tried pulling her hands away, pleading to Maxwell. She wanted him to stop. All of this to end. Maxwel
Maxwell's face turned red with anger when Carmela told him the news. He yelled and cursed, storming around the room in a rage. He punched the wall, and Carmela flinched in fear. "You wouldn't dare," Maxwell said, his voice low and threatening. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing." Carmela looked up at him, her eyes full of tears. "I had to do it," she said, her voice trembling. "I couldn't bear to have your child." Maxwell strode towards Carmela, his face twisted in anger. He grabbed her by the arms, his grip so tight that she winced in pain. "Are you lying to me?" he demanded. "Tell me the truth. Why would you lie about something like this?" "I'm not lying," Carmela said, her voice shaking. "I had to do it. I couldn't bear the thought of having your child." "Prove it," Maxwell said. "Let me take you to the doctor. We can get a test done, and you can prove that you're telling the truth." "Fine," Carmela said, her voice resigned. "We can go tomorrow. But please, don't be angry w
An hour passed, and still Carmela and the nurse sat in the small examination room. The nurse was beginning to look worried, and Carmela was becoming more and more anxious. Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the door flew open. Carmela jumped, her heart in her throat, as a furious-looking Maxwell stormed into the room. "What's going on in here?" he demanded. The nurse looked up at him, her face a mask of calm professionalism. "Mr. Maxwell, I'm afraid I can't allow you in here," she said. "This is a private examination room." “We’re not staying any longer.” Maxwell was definite. "Please, Mr. Maxwell," said the nurse, standing in front of the door to block his path. "You have to leave. You're disturbing a private examination." But Maxwell wasn't about to be deterred. He brushed past the nurse and grabbed Carmela by the arm, dragging her out of the room. Just then, a doctor appeared in the hallway, a look of concern on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked. "This is my wif
Just then, the door to the doctor's office was pushed open and Carmela and Maxwell’s attention was averted to the hefty policemen rushing into the room. The policemen wore black trousers and a blue shirt, with a cap on their head. As Maxwell identified their legion, he stood up in a rush, frightened all of a sudden. Earlier, Carmela had begged the nurse to inform the policemen about her. The number she had phoned turned out to be Officer Johnson’s he was the team leader of the burns and he had been looking for her. She was frightened. Maxwell looked at Carmela and the moment their eyes met, he knew he had been backstabbed. “What have you done?” He asked while another man walked into the room, Turning to be Officer Johnson. “Maxwell…” he called, flogging his hand gently with a baton. “It was quite difficult to get you. Now, you have nowhere to go, or are you going to jump through the window?” Officer Johnson joked and an intention jumped into his mind and he wanted to even