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The Tale Not Old As Time 77 “Grim”
Seventy-SevenChaos stood beside Florence, his arms crossed, his expression grim. He had seen the darkness, the evil that lurked in the shadows from Nora’s tired eyes. He knew that they had a long road ahead, a battle against mental instability and emotional breakdown. But he was ready to fight, to protect this woman who had been through hell and give her a voice that no one had ever given her.“You can trust me.” Chaos’ voice was serious. “You can tell me all the names of the hospitals that rejected you in helping your son from that horrible night, and we can sue them. I’ll make sure they pay for their negligence. We’ll get justice for Noah. I will handle the financial needs. I can help you, so you have to help yourself, Nora, for Noah.”Even though Florence could not hear the exact words, she could sense the intensity of Chaos’ conversation with Nora. She knew that he was offering his support, promising to help her seek justice. The way his eyes were filled with empathy and determi
Last Updated : 2024-12-04The Tale Not Old As Time 78 “Mama”
**WARNING: The following scene contains graphic descriptions of violence and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone the acts depicted in this scene. This content is presented solely for storytelling and to highlight the devastating impact of such crimes.**Seventy-EightNora’s body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes, filled with a burning intensity, were locked onto Oscar, her face contorted with rage. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard that she did not think it would even happen at all, a mix of anger, fear, and despair. She was a woman consumed by an immeasurable amount of grief. She was a mother driven to the brink of madness. Her gaze fell upon her son, his small body a stark contrast to the horror of the situation. His back and rear had bodily fluids on them. The evidence of the abuse was clear, a haunting reminder of the nightmare he had endured. A wave of nausea washed over her, the realization of his suffering ov
Last Updated : 2024-12-04The Tale Not Old As Time 79 “The Final Dance”
Seventy-NineDays turned into a week, and Nora’s condition worsened. The trauma she had endured had taken a toll on her mental health. She retreated into a world of shadows, a prisoner of her own mind.Chaos, fueled by a relentless determination, sought help for Nora. He found a specialized mental health facility, a place of healing and recovery. One of the best in the whole city with great accommodation and the best doctors there were. He ensured that she received the best possible care, the most advanced treatments. Together with Florence, they were Nora’s constant support and her unwavering anchor.In addition to providing emotional support, Chaos also hired a private investigator to work closely with Nora’s medical team. The investigator’s task was to gather evidence, to piece together the fragments of Nora’s traumatic past. They would meticulously document every detail, every piece of evidence, to build a strong case against Doctor Oscar Heath Godric.“Mr. Battenkurt, I need to
Last Updated : 2024-12-04The Tale Not Old As Time 80 “Pearlescent White”
Eighty “Come on, just close your eyes.” Chaos spoke to her with the graceful movements of his hands. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a small figure enveloped in his oversized shirt and pajama bottoms. The soft fabric, once his, now carried the warmth of her presence.The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the wall. A comfortable silence filled the air, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. She signed back to him, “What are you planning to do, huh?” She smiled at him as she set the book down.Chaos smiled in return and signed once again to answer her, “Just close your pretty eyes.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.Florence, her eyes closed, breathed in the familiar scent of Chaos, a comforting aroma that always calmed her. He reached from the bedside table drawer and pulled out a small, velvet box. He knelt beside Florence, his eyes filled with anticipation. Gently, he caressed her cheek, his touch awakening her from he
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Tale Not Old As Time 81 “Her Loss Was Heavy”
Eighty-One Chaos knew that he had to carry on, to fight for justice, not just for Nora, but for the other victim of his abuse, especially Noah Van Derlyn. But the weight of her loss was heavy, a burden he would carry for the rest of his life. “But sir, we have to meet as soon as possible. I have found another case in which Oscar’s name was mentioned but was never pushed through to be filed against him.”Chaos slammed his fist on the table, his anger palpable. “Why haven’t they filed charges against him?!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room. “How can they let a monster like that roam free?!”“I understand your frustration, sir. But the assigned police and investigator in this case had long retired.”“Bullshit!” Chaos angrily yelled.Evan felt a shiver run down his spine as he tried to muster up some courage to inform him, “The case file states that there was insufficient evidence to proceed,” He explained, his voice somber. “Weak eyewitness testimony and a lack of physical
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Tale Not Old As Time 82 “The Sun Cast Long Shadows”
Eighty-TwoThe sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the peaceful landscape. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, creating a serene atmosphere. Chaos and Florence stood there in silence, their thoughts drifting as the wind was blowing and blowing, peaceful but almost not.“We gather here today to mourn the loss of a life, a life cut short, a life filled with promise. Nora Van Derlyn was a beacon of hope, a source of strength, and a loving soul. Though their time on Earth was brief, their impact was profound.” The pastor spoke solemnly as the wind blew through their hair.The sun cast long shadows over the cemetery, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once filled Nora’s days. Chaos and Florence stood beside her grave, the weight of their grief heavy on their hearts. They had come to pay their respects, to say a final goodbye. And there was only them and no one else. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the dist
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Tale Not Old As Time 83 “A Big One”
Eighty-Three“We have a lead,” Evan told Chaos, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose. The weight of the words hung heavy in the air, a promise of hope amidst the darkness. Chaos, his interest piqued, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the conversation over the phone. “What do you mean? What kind of lead?” he asked, his voice eager. Evan hesitated, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It is still on the early stages, but I have uncovered some promising information,” he explained. “A potential witness, well, witnesses, some people who might be able to shed light on Oscar’s past, and who he is right now.” A surge of excitement coursed through Chaos. This was a breakthrough, a chance to finally bring Oscar to justice. He had waited for this moment, and had yearned for it. Now, it seemed, the universe was aligning, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. “What do you mean witnesses?” Chaos asked curiously.“There was not only one witness, sir,” Evan answered, “as I ha
Last Updated : 2024-12-06The Tale Not Old As Time 84 “Returned”
Eighty-FourFlorence returned to the apartment which was owned by Heath, a sense of unease washing over her. After everything she had found out about him, she did not want to go inside but she knew that she had to be here to formally end things. The familiar surroundings now felt alien as soon as she got through the front door. It was now tainted by the darkness that had once permeated the space which had been lurking without her knowing about it. She had not been back in a week, a week filled with uncertainty and fear.Chaos had been tirelessly working with his legal team, gathering evidence, and building a case against Heath. He had assured her that he would handle everything, that she was safe. But the fear still lingered, a constant reminder of the horrors she had endured. Florence hurried through the apartment and headed straight to her bedroom, gathering her belongings. She worked quickly, her movements driven by a sense of urgency. She wanted to leave, to escape this place be
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The Tale Not Old As Time 94 “A Knot Of Emotions”
Ninety-FourChaos understood the potential for misinterpretation, that his words might come across as insensitive or even insulting towards Florence. But honesty felt paramount. He yearned for her to see the true depth of his love, to understand the complexities of his emotions, despite the challenging circumstances.“I… I do not know what to say. I need some time. I need to think.” Her voice trailed off as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She slowly turned away from him, avoiding eye contact. Her shoulders slumped, and she appeared small and withdrawn in front of him and he hated himself for it. She felt a knot of emotions twisting in her stomach – hurt, confusion, and a deep sense of uncertainty.“You did hurt me,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “You lied to me, built our relationship on a lie.”“It was not a lie. It was never built on a lie.” He insisted, not wanting her to think that he lied to her. “How can you call that honesty when you kept such a cruci
The Tale Not Old As Time 93 “Cuts Deep”
Ninety-Three“Did you really love me for me?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “Or... or did you only love me because I have her heart?”Florence’s question cuts deep. It exposed the very core of his fear – that she would ever question and think that his love for her was not genuine, that it was tainted by his connection to Theresa. He was terrified of losing her trust and hurting her further.Seeing Florence cry, feeling her pain and confusion, was excruciating. He hated that he was the cause of her distress right now. He wishes he could take it all back, erase the doubts that plague her.He paused and thought about her question deeply, he had always asked himself that question. But, at that moment, he started to question his own motives. Did he truly fall in love with Florence for who she was, or was it a subconscious projection of his love for Theresa onto her? This doubt gnawed at him, leaving him feeling insecure and unworthy of her love.A
The Tale Not Old As Time 92 “Beyond Repair”
Ninety-Two“You had a child?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling. The question hung heavy in the air, a mixture of disbelief and shock. Chaos nodded his head. “With her?” She asked softly, in more shock.Chaos nodded his head.The silence that followed was still deafening. Florence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the world tilting on its axis. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity, but all she saw was regret and remorse. The pain of betrayal, shar
The Tale Not Old As Time 91 “Echo”
Ninety-OneFlorence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. “Theresa… was…” she whispered, the name echoing in her mind as his words echoed louder in the back of her head. Chaos took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the floor. “Theresa is no longer in the picture, okay?” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “And I want you to trust me on this. I am not lying to you, and I never would.”Florence felt a strange mix of emotions – anger, hurt, and a strange sense of detachment since she had known that Theresa had possibly happened before she had met Chaos. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She had never imagined this, never considered the possibility that there could be another woman, another love, in his past which was something that was so random and so out of the blue. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him that they would not have any secrets with each other after everything she had told him about herself. Sh
The Tale Not Old As Time 90 “Mere Mention”
Ninety“Who is Theresa?” Florence asked, her voice barely a whisper. Confusion, jealousy, and anger swirled within her. She did not know who this Theresa was, but the mere mention of her name ignited a fire within her. She had trusted Chaos, believed in him, but only to be betrayed and only to be led to confusion and anger. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Chaos exchanged a tense glance with Kamilla, a silent and angry warning. He had explicitly told her not to mention Theresa’s name, not under any circumstances since they had made a vow not to do so. Her defiance, her disregard for his wishes, filled him with a mixture of anger and frustration. Florence blinked back tears, her voice barely a whisper. “Who is Theresa?” she asked again, her heart heavy with a mix of hurt and betrayal.The room fell silent.Chaos, mid-sentence, froze, his eyes widening in shock as they met Florence’s gaze. His jaw dropped slightly, his mind struggling to process the sight before him. Flo
The Tale Not Old As Time 89 “Suspicion To Foundation”
Eighty-NineThe morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Florence stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly as her body felt sore but she did not mind it. A smile slowly crept on her face, as she saw Chaos sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist.She remembered the night before, the intimacy, the tenderness, the love. A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. She felt safe, cherished, loved.She gently traced the lines of his face, her fingers lingering on his stubble. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He hummed sleepily, “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.Florence smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice soft.They lay there for a few moments, cuddling and snuggling lovingly as he was teasing her by peppering kisses on her cheeks and face which made her smile at how annoying and playful he was.
The Tale Not Old As Time 88 “Burning”
Eighty-EightChaos gently laid Florence down on the bed, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He could feel himself getting harder as he had been wanting this to happen for so long but he had always respected her choices and decisions. But right now, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting glow over her, highlighting her delicate features. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glistened in the dim light. Her eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, were now soft and dreamy, almost lustful, as it was a reflection of the love and passion that filled her heart.He traced her features with his eyes, lingering on her lips, her nose, her eyes. Each curve, each line, was a masterpiece, a work of art. He could not believe how lucky he was to have her, to love her, to be loved by her.“You are breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Absolutely breathtaking.”Florence smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness and at the same time shyness. She knew that she was lucky
The Tale Not Old As Time 87 “City Lights Twinkling”
Eighty-Seven The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. Florence and Chaos were seated at a cozy table in a rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling below them. The soft music, the gentle breeze, and the romantic ambiance set the perfect stage for their first anniversary celebration.As they sipped on their drinks, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They reminisce about their journey together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had blossomed between them. They laughed, they smiled, and they dreamed, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope. “You are my guardian angel,” Florence whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She thought back to the darkest days, the times when she felt lost and alone. And then she thought of Chaos, her rock, her savior. “Hey,” He cooed and cupped her face, “No tears.”She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “You are the most amazing man I have ever known,” she answered softly. “And
The Tale Not Old As Time 86 “Hope”
Eighty-SixWith Chaos’ influence and resources, the investigation moved swiftly. One by one, the victims came forward, their testimonies painting a harrowing picture of Oscar’s depravity. The legal battle was arduous, a long and winding road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But Chaos, with his unwavering determination, pushed forward, ensuring that justice would prevail.The trial was a grueling ordeal, a public airing of the darkest secrets. The victims, brave and resilient, shared their harrowing experiences, their voices echoing through the courtroom. The pieces of evidence were overwhelming, the guilt undeniable.The judge read the verdict, “Oscar Heath Godric, you have been found guilty of multiple counts of sexual assault, rape, first degree murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and drug posession and distribution. Your actions were heinous, despicable, and have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to your victims.”There was silence in the courtroom as it thickened mor
