I stood up quietly. At this moment, all I wanted was to get away from him. "You can't even walk straight for at least four steps. I bet that even if the sun rises, you still won’t be back in your room," he chattered. “Can you just leave me alone? I don’t need you here.” Even though I wanted to look at him, I couldn’t. I was drunk, but still sane enough. If I weren’t in my right mind right now, I don’t know what I’d do to this man. I didn’t even understand why I was talking to him, and even more, I didn’t know where I get the courage to talk to him after the sunny afternoon in cemetery. I tried again to walk straighter to prove him wrong, but in the end, I was the one who failed. I was still behind the large rock, as if I hadn’t walked at all despite walking for so long. “Lucas, don’t wait for me to make a something that I will regret. Just stay away, please,” I said as he sat down next to me. “Do it,” he replied in a low tone. I let out a slight laugh. “Where do you get the
“Miss me?” he asked, which made me stop. That familiar voice seemed to jolt my drunken senses awake. I took a deep breath before looking at him. It was Haze. He was smiling at me and appeared to be waiting patiently for me to see him. I scanned around, trying to find someone to ask for help, but there was no one. Lucas was gone as well. My heart pounded hard as I looked at him. The grin on his face was terrifying. He held a cigarette in one hand and a gun in the other. “Dare to shout, Aurora. I swear, that will be your last word,” he threatened. “Haze,” I said, almost stuttering with fear. He shook his head. “How soft my name sounds when it’s you who says it.” My head was forced to follow him as he yanked my hair. I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes—rage, anger, pleasure, and more that I couldn’t name. If you looked at him now, Haze was far more frightening than before. He was much skinnier, and the dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced. If I didn’t know him
I woke up feeling like I was running out of air. I struggled to free myself from Haze’s tight grip around my neck. My hands were tied, so no matter how much I wanted to remove his hands from my throat, I couldn’t. My feet were also bound to the chair. I coughed as he released my neck. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while now,” he said angrily. I looked at him with sharp eyes. Armed men surrounded me. My situation was the same as when I first fell into Haze’s hands. They were smiling at me like demons who was ready to kill. I groaned in pain when Haze kicked the chair I was sitting in, causing me to fall to the cement floor. "Eat," he ordered, kicking the slop of what looked like pig food in front of me. The placement was haphazard, and even the container was dirty. "I'd rather die than eat the food you're giving me—" Before I could finish, he pointed his gun at me. I swallowed hard in fear and lowered my head. "Go ahead, pull the trigger. It won’t make a differ
Luna and Liam's eyes widened in shock, just like mine, as they witnessed me without any clothes on. I couldn’t stop myself from crying anymore. "You’re such a monster, Haze!" I screamed. My children ran towards me, but they were quickly blocked by the men guarding the area. He walked closer to me with a smirk on his face. I wanted to sever his hands as he laid them on my skin. It wasn’t enough for him; he even pinched my breast. "Nice body. No wonder everyone seemed to enjoy themselves." I breathed heavily as his hand traced a path towards my most sensitive area, but before he could touch it, I quickly gathered my saliva and spat it in his face. My head quickly turned as Haze struck my head with the gun he was holding. Things happened so fast, and the next thing I knew, I was staring into his dark eyes, gasping for air because of his tight grip around my neck. "Mommy!" Liam cried out. I heard Luna's little sob. I tried my best to plaster a smile on my face to make her feel at
My eyes adjusted as a bright light greeted me. The familiar scent of medication filled my nose. The sound of machines filled my ears. I felt like my throat was completely dry. I tried to move but was failed due to a lack of strength. I felt the heaviness in my body. I felt like a wilted vegetable that had been neglected. I groaned in pain when I tried to move even just a little. The brace around my neck was making it difficult for me to see my condition. I stared at the large clock in front of me for a long time before the door finally sounded, signaling that someone was coming in. I just looked there and waited for someone to enter. It wasn’t long before a nurse appeared. She seemed surprised to see me awake. "You’re awake, Ms. Aurora," she greeted with a smile. Her calm aura added to the reason why I also felt calm at this very moment. "I’ll just check your vitals," she said. I let her move around. I couldn’t even open my mouth because it felt so heavy. "Dr. Oscar, ICU Room 51
"Aurora," Auntie. Gia called out to me as she came in. I thought no one would visit today since it was already evening when they arrived. "Mommy!" Luna called out to me and hurried to my side. Liam quickly blocked his sister and shook his head. "Mommy isn’t fully well yet, Luna. She can’t carry you," he reminded her. Luna pouted but didn’t insist further. They were talking, and here I was, just looking at them. My eyes glistened as I watched the two of them. I don't know how long a year felt for them to grow up so fast. Liam was taller than before, as was Luna. "Can you hug Mommy?" I said, almost in tears. Without hesitation, they both hugged me. I held back my tears when they embraced me. I can clearly remember how they were thrown into that room. They were too young to experience that, yet I had no choice but to save them from that traumatic experience. "I'm sorry," I apologized. Luna was already crying on my shoulder, and Liam remained silent while hugging me. I trusted
"Am I still not allowed to be discharged?" I asked Nurse Trina. Two weeks had passed since I woke up, and up until now, Noah hadn’t visited me with Luna and Liam. I do have people I consider family, but I feel like I’m all alone. I was so tired of waiting for nothing. "You can. Everything is normal for you now; your surgical area is fully healed. Do you want to be discharged? Just let me know so I can take care of it, and I'll update you on the progress," she said. I nodded. "I also feel like I’ll just get sicker if I stay here. As a mother, I need to get back to my usual routine. It’s been a year since I was away from my children. A year without being there for them, and I can’t take it any longer. I miss my kids so much." Nurse Trina smiled slightly. "I’ve noticed that you rarely get visitors, even when you were in the ICU. They seem like very busy people." "Everyone has their own life, and there’s really no one left to take care of my kids. I’m just grateful that my fiancé’s
Minutes passed, but neither of us spoke. Like me, he was quiet and seemed to be sensing his surroundings. "Don’t look at me," he ordered. I noticed the scars on his arms and legs. I wasn’t sure why he was in a wheelchair. A year... a year before I woke up. Does that mean something worse happened to him, which is why he’s still here in the hospital? "I just want to rest for a while. If you can, please leave me alone—" "You seem fine, just like Chris said," I interrupted him. Even without him saying it, I could feel his avoidance. If I could just act out, I would have. I didn’t even know why they were avoiding me. Is it because I heard what they were talking about earlier? If I hadn’t heard all of that, would he act like this in front of me now? It’s frustrating to feel like they don’t want to see you, talk to you, or even acknowledge your presence. I was already missing my child, and then I had to deal with this guy. I just wanted to see that he was okay and know that he was f