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The Phone Call
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2024-10-04 21:34:46
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The restaurant sat gracefully along the waterfront, with soft waves rhythmically lapping against the shore. Normally, the sea breeze and the serene atmosphere would calm me, but tonight, nothing could shake the unease swirling in my mind. Jason had chosen this place, one of my favourites, where the pulse of the tide should have helped me unwind.Instead, I felt trapped, like the dark water beyond was pulling me under.As we stepped inside, the warm of the restaurant felt strangely oppressive. The outdoor deck, with its swaying string lights and open view of the moonlit sea, usually filled me with peace.But not tonight.Tonight, everything felt calculated. Jason had picked this spot for a reason. I couldn't help but wonder if this was another one of his tactics to keep me compliant. Here, outside the confines of home, he couldn't easily slip anything into my drinks or food. He couldn't make me docile under his care. Maybe that was why I felt safer here, where he had less control.We we
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Lana had been acting off lately, more distant, more unpredictable. Her reactions were sharper, her words more deliberate, like she was thinking too hard about what to say.I could see it in the way she looked at me sometimes, questioning everything.That night when she claimed someone had knocked on the door, saying nonsense. She wasn't lying, I knew that much. I needed her to stop digging.Today, I brought her to Jerry's clinic. Just a casual visit, I told her, nothing more. She'd relax, talk to Jerry and he'd help her calm down.I'd make sure of that."It's just a follow-up, Lana," I said softly as I drove. "You know Jerry. We're all friends. This is just routine, nothing to worry about."She stared out the window, barely responding. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, sensing the tension between us. Something was on her mind, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.When we arrived, Jerry greeted us warmly, as always. He was our friend, but I'd already planted seeds of d
Last Updated : 2024-10-06The Girl He Promised to Protect Jason'sPOV : II
My stomach knotted at the question, and for a split second, I froze. I hadn't expected Jerry to dig into this now, but I should've known. He was too sharp to let it slide.I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair. "Jerry, you can't tell Lana. I don't want her to go through the heartbreak again."Jerry's frown deepened. "Heartbreak? What heartbreak? Jason, you're hiding too much from her. She deserves to know the truth."I shook my head, forcing myself to stay calm. "She's better off not knowing. She's already been through enough. The last thing I need is for her to remember that Samuel was pulled down by Naomi. That's all she needs to know—nothing more."Jerry crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "And why are you so insistent on that? Why not let her remember the full truth? What are you hiding?"His words hit like a punch to the gut. I'd kept my secrets buried for so long, but Jerry was getting too close now. If he started prying too much, I'd lose contr
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In her dimly lit living room, the glow from her phone screen casting eerie shadows across her face. She scrolled through Lana's last message, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The messages were becoming more frequent now. Lana was reaching out, hungry for answers, vulnerable to manipulation.It was exactly what she had hoped for.Jason wouldn’t be able to keep Lana on a leash for much longer.She knew she had to act fast. The more unstable Lana became, the more Jason would tighten his grip. He’d keep her under constant watch, smothering her with concern, anything to keep her from the truth. But she was counting on that. Lana’s desperation would grow the more trapped she felt.And that’s where she came in, offering her an escape, offering her the truth.She carefully typed out her next message:“Lana, I know you're scared. I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to be gaslighted by the person you trust the most. But you’re not crazy. Jason is hiding something from you, and you
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The Girl He Promised to Protect Edge
The cold concrete of the car park pressed up through my soles as if trying to root me in place, but my body moved forward, and the weight of unspoken words pressing down on my chest.Jason walked slightly ahead, his hand gripping my arm as though he feared I might slip away.Not tightly, but firm enough to remind me that, he was in control.Each step echoed the conflict in my heart.The medication effect had begun to fade, but I remained deliberately slow, dragging my feet as if the weight of my hesitation could anchor me in place.I glanced toward Jerry, who walked beside us with his medical bag slung over his shoulder, his face calm but watchful. His presence was the only tether holding me together, his earlier assurance repeating in my mind.Trust me. Stay calm.I wanted to stop, to refuse to take another step. But the pieces of my past clawed their way to the surface, dragging me back to my final year in medical school at Granata.Back then, I'd been trapped in a relationship with
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The Girl He Promised to Protect Finally, a truth...
The next day arrived with an overcast sky, casting dull shadows over the apartment. I sat by the window, absently tracing the edge of my bandage, the throbbing wound a dull reminder of my fractured state. My mind buzzed with static, unable to focus on the passing hours.The soft chime of doorbell, shattering the silence. Jason, who had been typing away on his laptop, stood and moved to answer it. His footsteps were steady, calculated, as always."Jerry," Jason greeted warmly, opening the door wide. "Right on time."Jerry stepped in, carrying his medical bag, his expression carefully neutral. He nodded at Jason before his eyes sought me out across the room."Lana," Jerry greeted, his voice soft. "How are you feeling?"I mustered a faint smile, though it didn't reach my eyes. "I'm fine."Jason gestured toward me, his tone brisk. "She's been good, but check her thoroughly. We're flying back to Granata tomorrow."Jerry's eyes flickered at Jason's words, but he said nothing, only offering a
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The apartment was cloaked in a cruel, suffocating silence after Jason left the room. I sat frozen on the couch, my eyes fixed on the empty space he had occupied moments ago. My skin crawled as if his touch still lingered, a phantom weight pressing down on me, feeding my fear.The faint creak of a door opening broke through my thoughts. My breath hitched, heart pounding as Jason emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray. Steam wafted from a small bowl of porridge, the delicate aroma mingling with something I couldn't place.A bitterness that made my stomach churn."I thought you might need something light," he said, his tone almost cheerful as he set the tray on the coffee table. His eyes flicked to me, dark and unreadable. "You didn't eat much earlier."I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. "Thank you," I murmured, forcing the words out.Jason stepped closer, his gaze studying me with unnerving precision. "How are you feeling, Lana?""I'm fine," I replied quickly, too quickl
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The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with unspoken intent.Jason leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as if settling into a position of control. His movements were measured, deliberate, each one calculated to remind me the ground I stood on.“I told them you were fine,” he said finally, his voice a velvet blade. His lips curled into a faint smile, the kind that promised nothing good. “But they want to hear from you.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over me like a heavy shroud. “It’s been days, Lana.”The air felt suffocating, Jason’s calm demeanour amplifying the tension. His gaze pinned me in place, sharp and knowing, as if he could already anticipate my every move.He slid the phone closer to me, the screen lighting up as if it, too, was waiting for my response.Daring me to pick it up.Before I could respond, he picked up my phone. My pulse quickened as he studied it, his thumb gliding over the screen like a predator sizing up its prey.“Call
The Girl He Promised to Protect The offer
The haze lifted slowly, my mind wading through the fog and my body was leaden, limbs weighed down by some invisible force. My throat was parched, and my head throbbed with a dull ache.The muted light of the room seemed to pulse against the drawn curtains, pressing in with an almost suffocating weight. As I stirred, the room felt different. Stale yet eerily pristine. My eyes landed on the bedside clock. The time was familiar, but the date... it didn't make sense.Had I really been out that long?My chest tightened as fragments of the last time I was awake flitted through my mind. Nelson.How will he save me?I shifted carefully, every muscle screaming in protest as I pushed myself upright. The effort made me dizzy, but I was desperate to move, to feel alive again. My eyes fell on my arms, wrapped tightly in bandages. A shower.I needed to scrub away the staleness clinging to my skin, the invisible grime that made my skin crawl.But the bandages...Slowly, I swung my legs over the edg
