And then, the music started to create a symphony of magic vibrating in every aspect of the wind as the glittering diamond of my bridal dress cascaded over the floor of this waiting room.
I can hear the sound of the live band and my heart melts knowing that it was him who proposed for that. He wants it to be solemn and pure just as how I love him.
“ He’s waiting.”
My head snipes and a small smile crept over my lips as I turned around to the man beside me. He looks dashing and..honorable in his black tuxedo and the boutonniere in his right chest makes him look more dashing in my eyes.
I don’t know if my father ever looked like this on me. But right now, my heart burns for the longing and love that is reflected on his eyes.
“ I-I hope he’ll take care of you,” his voice croaks at the sound of his wish. My eyes waters because I don’t know what to say. I know that Major Sullivan will take care
“ Amara, let’s fucking go,” Ares said making me my body jolt from my position. My butt hurts as I sit over the hard concrete floor of this church. The guests are being ushered out of the church. They are asking too much question and some are looking at me with pity in their eyes.Why are they looking at me with pity on their eyes? Are they thinking that Major Sullivan left me? I wanted to shout at them and tell them that he won’t do that.I wanted to shout at them and tell them that he told me to fucking wait for him. However, it’s been a solid minute since he chooses to chase over her and he hasn’t come back yet.Some guests patted my back. I also felt someone hugging me but I stay where I am. I don’t want to acknowledge them. I don’t want to acknowledge their pity because I know that this isn’t over.Major Sullivan will return in no time and marry me. We will continue all of this.He will not
“The president was shot when we are driving out of the church, Sir. I think a sniper was hired to kill him on the spot. My team looked over the man that crashes over your car and I think it’s no accident. I will appoint some of my men to further the investigation. In the meantime, I advise for the both of them to stay inside this presidential house.”My mind felt like it’s been shattered into many pieces as I tried to open my eyes and see the light passing through the curtains.I only heard the muffled voices of a man and he sounds like he’s talking to someone. However, I am only concerned about the soreness of my body and how it aches when I tried to get up from the bed that I am lying to.“ She’s awake,” I heard another voice say. A finger opens my eyes and I can see a man in his white coat examining me.He nodded at me but I can’t seem to focus on what he was trying to say. I felt deaf and my mouth
“Leakage about the tragic wedding of the president’s daughter, Ms. Amara Ildefonso is circulating around the media after the Office of the President confirmed about his true health status. They address the issue as a simple attack of his regime but many fear that it was a staged ambush and a threat to national security. The whereabouts of the president and his daughter are still unknown to the nation as the prime minister, Mr. Ares Scottilen swore his oath of duties earlier this morning. This is ABC News, reporting.”My head is about to explode as I stare at the television in front of me. It was when the door opened that I was able to process what I just heard. I think I am still dreaming because the moment that I’ve opened my eyes, I saw what is really happening on the television.Ares looks shocked as he saw me. I bet he thought that I am still not in the right state to be going down my bed but I needed to know the truth.His suit that
For another day, I found myself resting inside of my room. The television is my only source on what is happening outside of this room. Ares told me that he will visit me today but he didn’t. I was only told that he was busy with his new duty. His new duty as the president of the country. I can still see his smile while swearing his oath on the national television. I know that he wants that position for a long time but I almost felt like he’s hiding something because of that smile.I tried to seek for my phone but the guard said that it wasn’t with me when I was brought here either. The only thing that I can do is to rest and to hope for my father to be in best shape.He wasn’t conscious yet and it’s been almost five days since the incident. The doctor told me that it is normal and maybe he’s taking his time to rest but it didn’t sit well with me. If he was just shot on the shoulder, he should be awake right now, right? However,
The room is silent. If only the gush of the wind can spare a moment from creating a whirlwind sound, the cricket outside can definitely be heard because of the silence. It’s been like this, it’s always been like this, and every time that I had a glimpse of what Ares and I had done in this lifetime, all I can feel is disgust.Major Sullivan messages stills appeared right into my mind. It’s like a permanent reminder that right now, I am in the lion’s den and he is dangerous. I should deem him as a dangerous predator pretending to be a protector.I should deem him as nothing but the enemy. That is what Major Sullivan wants. He wanted me to be careful and I don’t want to do anything that will put me into the danger zone.My baby. Our baby needed to be protected from Ares. I gulped as I survey his movement, watching his movement in caution.Ares looked down on me. He was trying to unbutton his coat, leaving him with only his white
Huddling inside of the room, Ares tried to get my attention as I helped myself with the television. This is the only entertainment that I can have to not make my sanity wash over the wind.The only entertainment that I was allowed in this prison. In this prison where I was forced to live, without knowing that I’m in the devil's den. The memory of the day of the accident drowns my thought away. It’s one of the things that is bothering me right now.Ares was there too. He insisted on driving the car for me as I was wrecked and stubborn, trying to chase Major Sullivan. His expression and the concern in his voice shook me within.I cannot accept it. None of it seems like a dream.A tear slid down my cheeks and I was abrupt on wiping it over. I cannot afford to be weak but being pregnant makes me sensitive and fragile. It makes me overthink things that I shouldn’t suppose to think of.Ares moves over causing our skin to touch with one
My goal right now was to escape Ares. I don’t know how to start but I definitely needed to do something about my life right now. Before, I used to think that I possess a Masteral degree when it comes to escaping. I didn’t have any problem with running out of the presidential house as well as with the bodyguards. Considering that they are trained professionals, I partake pride in my works of escaping against their vision and running out of their sight.I am used to escaping. It’s always the plan when everything seems to be heavy in my life. I used to escape for fun but right now, it’s not for fun anymore. It’s a matter of life and death situation because escaping means that I will have the chance to get out of this hell.Inside of my heart, the emotions and commotion cannot be sustained with every ounce of braveness that I’m using to bridge the gap of wanting to survive and accepting my fate in this lifetime. What happened the o
“She’s awake.” My mind heard someone say or whisper right beneath my ears. I don’t know what to do because when I tried to move my body, all I can feel is the leather itch strap holding me back down into whatever I am tied to. I can feel a loud gush of the wind and it seems like I am inside of an enclosed space where there is only one cycle of a breathing pattern that is allowed to do. My back is aching from being tied down for so long. How long have I been out of this world? Then, it occurred to me. The nurse forces me to gulp some capsules after she injected me something. I fought my urge to be drowned back to the oblivion. No. The nurse is working for someone else making me panic. My body started to squirm out of the hold of the bound. I shouted but there is something in my mouth. It’s a piece of clothing preventing me from speaking. It tastes like fabric clothing. The only thing that I can do is to open my eyes. Sensing the danger, I am mu