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
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
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
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
Eighty-FiveFlorence, dazed and disoriented, tried to regain her composure. She knew she had to be careful, to protect herself. She could not let Heath overpower her. Gathering her strength, she retaliated, striking him with all her might. The blow landed, catching him off guard. Heath roared, “You bitch!” His voice echoed through the room, filled with rage and frustration. He lunged at Florence, his fists raised, but she was ready. She dodged his attack, her movements swift and precise. She knew she had to fight back, to protect herself. He struck Florence with a slap which rocked her world but she was ready to fight back. “How dare you ruin innocent lives for your own benefit?!” She clawed his face strongly including on his eyelids. Heath screamed in pain since Florence’s nails dug deep on his skin, “You fucking whore!!” He grabbed the back of her hair and tugged her strongly causing her to scream in pain.The two young boys cowered in the corner, their eyes wide with fear. They
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
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
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
Hundred“I am so sorry.” Florence’s voice was soft, as if he could hear the hurt in her voice. She reached out and gently took his hand, offering him comfort. “But you could not have known,” she told him very softly, her voice filled with empathy. “These things… they happen. They happened because… because it was what she wanted.” “She did not even ask me what I wanted.” He answered and his words hurt her.“Guilt and self-blame can be incredibly powerful, especially when you are struggling.” She told him sincerely.She knew he blamed himself, but she also knew that blaming himself would not bring Theresa back. He needed to forgive himself, to find a way to move forward.“Hey,” She caressed his cheeks with her hands, “Let us not dwell on the past,” she said softly. “Let us focus on healing, on honoring her memory.”She looked at him, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding. “You can do this, Chaos,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “No one blamed you. And I do not
Ninety-NineThe sun cast long shadows across the cemetery, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees, creating a soothing, almost melancholic soundtrack.Florence and Chaos sat on the cool grass in front of Theresa’s headstone, a comfortable silence settling between them. Florence, her gaze fixed on the inscription, felt a strange sense of peace. The initial shock of the revelation had subsided, replaced by a quiet understanding, a profound sense of connection to the young woman whose heart now beat within her own chest.Chaos, sensing her quiet contemplation, reached out and gently took her hand. His touch was a silent affirmation of their shared grief, an unspoken acknowledgment of the profound connection they now shared.“What was she like?” Florence asked softly with curiosity.“Theresa… she was a whirlwind,” Chaos began, his voice thick with emotion. “She was a dancer. Ballet.”Florence nodded he
Ninety-Eight“I have been thinking lately about everything that has been happening between you and me.” Florence continued to speak as she was staring at her feet while they were walking.Chaos nodded his head gently, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. He waited, holding his breath, for her to continue. Florence continued, her voice barely a whisper, “Thinking about everything that is happening between us.”Chaos nodded again, his eyes fixed on her face, searching for any sign of emotion.Florence took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “And I realized… I realized that I have been selfish too.”Chaos shook his head, “No, do not say that. I was the one being selfish.”“No,” she said, her voice breaking. Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “I was being selfish too. You have been through so much, Chaos. Just the same as me, you went through something too. And I… I was letting my anger and jealousy consume me.”She took a deep breath,
Ninety-SevenAs Florence stepped out of the school, she spotted Chaos standing by his car. His shoulders slumped, and a look of weariness etched his face. He missed her, desperately. Florence’s heart ached as she saw him. She missed him too, the silence between them stretching on like an endless desert. They both knew that the longer they remained apart, the deeper the longing and the more painful the separation would become.He exhaled as soon as he saw her emerge from the school, her shoulders slumped slightly, and his heart ached. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her close and hold her until the pain subsided. He wanted to hug her and just feel her warmth once again after days of being away from each other.But he knew better. He had hurt her, deeply, and he had to earn back her trust, one small step at a time.He watched as she approached slowly and almost unsurely, her gaze fixed on the pavement, her footsteps heavy with unspoken emotions. He wanted to call out to her, to apol
Ninety-SixAsher Woods was a breath of fresh air at the deaf-mute school. Tall and lanky, with an athletic build that hinted at a love for sports, he possessed an easygoing charm that made him instantly likable which made him popular amongst the other female teachers around. His face, framed by a mop of dark blond hair, was undeniably handsome, with a pair of intelligent gray eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He had joined the school a few months after Florence, bringing with him a youthful energy and a genuine passion for working with the children. His easy going nature and quick wit quickly made him a favorite among the staff, and Florence found herself drawn to him.He admired Florence’s patience with the children, her gentle demeanor, and her quiet confidence. He had a way of connecting with the students as well, of seeing past their disabilities and recognizing the unique individuals within.As they worked together, their friendship blossomed. They spent hours di
Ninety-FiveChaos felt a wave of despair wash over him. Florence’s words were like a physical blow, each one chipping away at his already fragile hope. “No, Florence,” he answered, his voice hoarse, “that is not true. You are not a reminder of her. You are you.”“Stop saying that!” She yelled at him.“But it is the truth!” He kind of raised his voice at her as he sighed, “I am sorry for yelling. But please. Trust me on this. I fell in love with you, not with a memory and not because of her heart. It just deepened the connection, but the heart wants what it wants, and my heart wants you. Not of what is inside you.” She shook her head. He did not like it when he does that, so he immediately added to say, “I know my words might seem like that, but believe me, it is not the truth.” He paused, his voice catching. “I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I never meant to make you feel like you are just a… a vessel for someone else’s memory. This was why I did not want to let you know
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
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
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