Out of my prison

_____SEVEN YEARS LATER_____

''You're free to go now, Mrs. Ivy,''

 

Hearing those words as the place I had lived for ten years was finally opened for me to step outside freely. I walked out of my cell slowly, taking one step at a time. This was my happy moment, and I was taking my time to relish the feeling.

Tears of happiness streamed down my cheeks while walking out to the counter. I could finally see my babies, and most importantly, I was finally going to get my revenge on those who betrayed me.

Cindy cried in happiness at my release, but was sad at the same time. She had an extra year before she could get released, and I was looking forward to seeing her outside as a friend and sister. Laura couldn't stop shedding tears, and I had to turn my face away with a throbbing heart to prevent my tears fall endlessly with hers. Kissing both of them goodbye, I set out for my journey into the unknown.

 

''Finally,'' I exclaimed while staring at the bright sun hovering in the sky, ''I'm free,''

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Who could guess the first place I went to? Of course, it was Emily's. I had missed Kyle and Khloe so much, and couldn't wait to see how grown they had become. Emily had dropped her address with me while I was still serving my jail term, and she said it was important if I had it.

I met with disappointment as soon as I got to Emily's residential address. It turned out she had moved out four years ago after she stopped working as a prison warden. The pain and sadness I felt when the new occupant of the house told me the information was undescribable.

''i'm sorry for being a bother,'' I apologized first to the chubby man I had met at the apartment, after he told me the devastating news ''But do you please know where she moved to?''

He nodded negatively to my question, and I couldn't pay attention to the next words he said. I couldn't believe my ears at the news. What was I going to do? How was I going to locate and find my babies? 

The chubby man felt sorry for me, but there was nothing more he could do. I began to lament and soloquize, while walking to an unknown destination. I had no place in the world to go. I couldn't go back to my husband's house, because I had no idea what plans they had for me. The only place and person I had in mind all through my time in prison was Emily. But now, my chances were ruined.

I didn't even remember I was still putting on my prison uniform. And it was slowly dawning on me that I hadn't eaten all day. I had no money to pay for a meal, and no good clothes to put on. And the worse of all was that I had no roof over my head and also no idea on where my kids were. It was all pathetic and painful!

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It was already dusk and I was still wandering on the busy streets of L.A. I noticed the wierd looks from people as they stared at me horribly, and I knew for a fact that it was because I was still dressed in my prison's wear. Maybe they thought I was involved in a jailbreak.

The long walk from earlier was taking a toll on me and I had to stop to catch my breath for a while. I felt something in my hands and realized I was still holding the address Emily had given to me. Annoyed and hurt, I tore it into several pieces, while allowing my tears fall freely.

''I have nothing left in this world,'' My voice conveyed the thoughts I was feeling, ''There's nothing worth living for anymore,''

 

Maybe it was best for me to resolve my grudges towards Jordan and the others. Maybe I needed to give up my revenge and focus on finding my kids. But I wasn't going to do so. I was suffering all these all because of the betrayal and crime leveled against me.

My stomach made rumbling noises signifying for the tenth time that it needed something to fill it up. My eyes scanned the environment I was in. There was no sight of food or anything edible anywhere. Rather, it was getting quite dark and lonely as I saw people rushing to get to their various destinations in time.

I forced myself up weakly, trying to find a spot to lay my head and throbbing heart. My eyes felt dizzy and I felt my knees suddenly going numb.

I stumbled slightly and fell to the ground without warning. It turned out my whole body was already very weak and exhausted.

My breath became shaky as I tried forcing myself up to my feet once more, but my body wouldn't budge. Instead, I felt my head banging like it was being hit by a wooden hammer. Everything felt so painful and severe, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find the strength to pick myself up and continue my unknown journey.

''God, please help me,'' that was all I could keep muttering. But sadly, it wasn't working or helping matters. The last thing I remembered was giving in to my tiredness and crashing to the group as thick darkness enveloped me.

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When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a stranger's apartment. I couldn't tell for sure where I was, and I had no idea who had brought me here.

While trying to sit up straight in the vast bed I found myself, a strong migraine prevented me, making me squeal out in pain. Everywhere seemed spacious and well decorated, and I wanted to know exactly where it was.

I heard footsteps and it sounded like it was approaching my direction. Within the twinkle of an eyes, I saw the doorknob at the entrance of the room turn open. Swallowing hard in fear and anxiety, I awaited the visitor who was about to walk in.

Drop dead gorgeous! My mouth seemed to hang in the air immediately I came in contact with him. His broad shoulders, and tall height gave him a sense of superiority. With a sharp jawline and a face card that could never decline, I found myself staring at him in awe and admiration.

''You're awake,'' his husky voice uttered to me, walking closer to sit on a chair next to where I was. I couldn't get my eyes off him, not even for a blink. The blue t-shirt he had on fitted his physique perfectly.

I kept staring, and without saying a word. I must have felt so attracted to him that I couldn't hear him speak as he continued talkingto me, until I saw him snap his fingers at my face.

 

''You're in a trance?''

 

''No,'' I finally replied in a whisper to his question, forcing the lump I felt down to my throat. I had to compose myself rather than being swooped away by a stranger I knew nothing about.

''Are you feeling pains anywhere?'' 

He inquired in a concerned tone, or maybe he was faking it. I watched as he moved his hands slowly until they landed on my forehead.

''Do you have a migraine? A fever? Feeling hurt?'' he asked all at once, checking my whole body to find positive signs and answers to his curious questions.

I ignored his inquiries, watching him instead. All I wanted to know was who he was, and why he had brought me here. So I proceeded to ask,

''Who are you? And where am I? Did you bring me here alone? And what—,''

''Easy with the questions,'' he beamed a smile at me while interrupting my speech, ''All you need right now is bed rest. I'll go downstairs to prepare dinner, and after that, maybe we'll converse better, Okay?''

I found my head nodding slowly to his suggestion, wondering why I was so swept away by everything about him. He patted my head gently and slowly stood up to his feet to do as he had told me. 

Immediately the door closed behind him, I curled up in bed squeaking in embarrassment. A few moments ago, I was totally broken and hurt that I couldn't find my kids anywhere. I got reminded about everything I was trying so hard to forget once again. My kids who were nowhere to be seen, and my ex husband who framed me just to get married to my stepsister. 

Thinking about everything as past sceneries replayed in my head only brought back the pain, anger and hurt I was feeling. Along with all distateful emotions, the beats of the drum playing the sound of revenge kept ringing in my ears as I found myself gritting my teeth. I was never going to forget my revenge for everything they had made me go through. Not now, not ever!