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The office next door smelled like copper and cheap aftershave, and maybe a little like fear if you had the right nose for it. It was a large room, freshly cleaned, high ceilings, decent office carpet of charcoal color, the kind of place where men with steady hands make their large bets.I stood at the edge of the door, one hand brushing the polished frame, playing blind. My other hand clenched tight around the cane. I was alone. Marta was addressing the mess on the marble column in the room next door. The chatter was humming low and ugly, men’s voices pretending to be calm but landing very south of it. You could feel the tension rolling off their shoulders like smoke off a hot barrel. Big Elky Jennings was not there. I wasn’t that busy, so I lingered. I heard him walking and watched everyone dispersing closer to the walls for moral support. His steps were fast and clipped down the corridor, his shoes eating up the floor. The kind of walk that makes men straighten their backs and think
Last Updated : 2025-04-28The Vision She Hid Preface
The day I got my vision back, I didn’t see stars—I saw my fiancé unzipping my nurse like a cheap suitcase behind a plastic curtain.Poetic, if you’re into Greek tragedies and cheap lingerie.***My name is Leo Christofides. I’d lived in the darkness for two years, and I tell you, it’s not like walking in a black dream with your other senses swell and sharp—people who tell you that are full of crap. Darkness is just that, darkness—large, cold, and ugly like elderly catfish.It wasn’t always like this. I used to dance for the Royal Ballet. But that was back when my legs weren’t just furniture in an expensive hospital. I wasn’t born blind. I’ve seen the blue of the sky and the cherry blossom in late spring. I remember a photo of Margot Fonteyn on my bedroom wall. It was black and white, blurry, and preciously old. It showed Margot dressed in a black leotard, with her right leg poised in the air like she was kicking fate right in the teeth. Her points looked worn and not that clean. Her f
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 1
Rick’s dad was old school. He lived by his word and bought the newest, the coolest equipment the money could buy for my treatment. Thanks to him I didn’t give up. I didn’t want to let Rick’s dad down. One morning I woke up hot and sweating. I opened my eyes and realized that the world is less black than usual. It was still a very dark shade of grey, and the shapes were blurry like I was looking through the window in heavy rain. The room was so hot it felt like I was simmering in a pot above a campfire. The kind of heat that soaked your bones and left your skin flypaper sticky. I bet the nurse did it on purpose—twisting the dial on the AC like she was tuning a radio, settling on the station that played “slow roast” on repeat. Her idea of a cruel joke. As if I couldn’t tell the difference between warm and inferno. After all, the blind girl would be too frightened to complain.I got up, still pretending to fumble through the blur of shadows and shapes, and felt my way to the control pane
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 2
The nurse peeled herself off Ricky like she was trying to detach from Velcro, still wearing that smug smirk. She gave me a look like I was the family dog that just peed on the carpet—disdainful and a little too pleased with herself. I held the box out to Ricky, playing the part of the useless blind girl they thought I was. He took it without a thank-you, just a brush of his fingers over mine, casual as swatting a fly.Ricky gave the box a lazy stare, cracked it open, and flicked out a condom with his thumb. The nurse purred, winding herself around him like a cat that thought it had caught the biggest rat in the alley. I didn’t look at them. Couldn’t look at them. Watching them slobber all over each other was too much reality for me.I sat on the metal chair, acting like a statue—helpless, harmless, and perfectly blind. The trick to my survival was making sure they never suspected otherwise. My sight was still recovering—sometimes the world flickered in and out like a bad TV signal. Bu
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 3
“Let’s try again. What are you doing here?” He asked.“I…I am looking for my mother,” I squeezed out of my sore throat.He gave a low chuckle, making my spine sweat. The silence stretched out, tense but sweetly awkward.There was one thing I liked about that guy: he wasn’t afraid of the dark. Darkness was my home for two years, and I felt an affinity with people who were not freaked out when it fell on them. Most men squint and curse, trying to make sense of it, looking weak and helpless in the process. Not this guy. He wore the darkness like a second skin, and it looked pretty good on him.The power was back. He flicked on the bedside lamp, and the light cut through the gloom, throwing his face into sharp relief—strong jaw, dark eyes that didn’t bother to hide the violence underneath. His mouth looked like it hadn’t smiled since the day he learned how to scowl. He hastily looked me over, and something flashed in his eyes. He kept staring at me with awe as if I was a rare bird that ha
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 4
The room smelled like blood, sweat, and fear, and none of it was mine. The men stood around like grim-faced gargoyles, arms crossed, guns tucked into jackets that looked ill fitted but expensive. Ricky was still trying to hold onto his dignity.The big man with the wicked smile leaned back against the wall, his eyes narrowed, mouth curled in a smirk. He was the kind of guy who looked at problems like they were puzzles he can’t be asked solving. So he shot them dead. He kept a bunch of goons for that. Ricky looked at him like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.“Her mother’s in my hands,” Ricky croaked, voice cracking like an old porcelain. “Take her. She won’t resist. She knows better than that.”The big man raised a dark eyebrow, his face giving away not very much.“Huh. Is that so?” he asked, almost politely. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I made sure to keep my expression blank and cold like the marble floor under my feet.Ricky, emboldened by the lack
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 5
The car hummed along the dark road like a black panther, sleek and deadly, eating up the miles. The city lights bled through the tinted windows, turning my reflection into a night ghost. I was happy to see them. They were a nice change from the plain black I’ve been accustomed to. I could feel the presence of the big guy beside me. He was leaning back like he owned the world on all-inclusive basis. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Outside, the city oozed past—liquor stores that never closed, bars spilling drunks onto cracked sidewalks, and those sad 24-hour diners that reek of stale coffee and broken dreams.I couldn’t make sense of it yet. I felt like I’d been caught in a riptide and dragged half a mile out to sea to drown. My mother had been wheeled off to one of his doctors as soon as we reached the car. The goon with the bad attitude promised me she’d get “the best care money can buy,” but somehow that didn’t make me feel like I’d won the lottery.Now it was just me and th
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Vision She Hid 6
The ceiling above me was the color of expensive cream from Harrods food hall. It was probably late afternoon, and I just woke up. The daylight slid through the tall windows in lazy ribbons, too golden, too soft for the kind of place where a girl might wake up owned. I lay still for a minute, eyes half-shut. It took me some time to remember where I was. There was silk rustle of the drapes, the faint tick of a wall clock that probably cost more than my freedom, and the distant echo of footsteps—slow, deliberate. Not the kind of steps that hurry. Not the kind that need to be discreet. I ducked under the blanket. The sheets smelled like lavender and wealth. The bed was endlessly soft, obviously designed to cradle a princess. Pity I felt more like a loot at the bottom of a pirate ship. I gave myself a three-second count before sitting up. One for rage. Two for heartbreak. Three for playing nice. The door opened soft as a sigh. I didn’t need my eyes to know who it was. The scent gav
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The Vision She Hid 11
The office next door smelled like copper and cheap aftershave, and maybe a little like fear if you had the right nose for it. It was a large room, freshly cleaned, high ceilings, decent office carpet of charcoal color, the kind of place where men with steady hands make their large bets.I stood at the edge of the door, one hand brushing the polished frame, playing blind. My other hand clenched tight around the cane. I was alone. Marta was addressing the mess on the marble column in the room next door. The chatter was humming low and ugly, men’s voices pretending to be calm but landing very south of it. You could feel the tension rolling off their shoulders like smoke off a hot barrel. Big Elky Jennings was not there. I wasn’t that busy, so I lingered. I heard him walking and watched everyone dispersing closer to the walls for moral support. His steps were fast and clipped down the corridor, his shoes eating up the floor. The kind of walk that makes men straighten their backs and think
The Vision She Hid 10
Morning in big guy’s house came with the subtlety of a punch in the teeth—bright, polished, and just mean enough to make you wish you’d stayed under the sheets. The sunlight poured in through the tall windows, cutting sharp across the green velvet drapes and scattering gold on the waxed floor. Somewhere down the marble hall, a vacuum cleaner hummed the sad tune of underpaid labor, and the garden fountain kept burbling like it didn’t know people were dying in the rooms upstairs.I was sitting by the window, playing blind so well I deserved an Oscar and a bottle of gin. That particular morning I would settle for the bottle. The sunlight on my face was a little too eager to be jolly, like a drunk at a wedding, and the jasmine near the window was working overtime to cover the smell of gunpowder and dead bodies.Two voices drifted in from the hallway—low, nervous, the kind of voices that have seen far too much blood before breakfast.“…shot clean through. Back of the head,” one of them sa
The Vision She Hid 9
The big man took his time with my buttons. One by one, slow and deliberate, like a guy peeling the skin off a lie to see what it is covering up. The blue kaftan slid off my shoulders by a few inches when he suddenly stopped. His chest caught the firelight the way bad news catches headlines—broad, scarred, unapologetic. I made a rushed step back just in case, fighting the urge to touch his shoulder. There was an old bullet mark on the right side near his ribs. Faded, but not invisible. The kind of souvenir one doesn’t put on display. “It is too warm in here,” he said. My eyes were playing dead behind the lashes. I gave him the full blind girl act—the blank stare, the easy breathing, the hands folded neat in my lap like I was waiting for communion. I supposed to hear just fine though. And so I did. I heard the way the wool fabric sighed when he moved. Heard the slide of the leather belt coming loose, buckle clinking soft as a warning. He tossed the belt onto the chair. Turned to th
The Vision She Hid 8
At this point things caught up with me. I was desperate for a sip of fresh air. I waved my hand just a little, and the maid slid in, accompanied by the frightened butler. “All is fine. I will be back in a minute,” I said with the face of a dying swan. My hand found the maid’s arm, and the big guy didn’t care to object. He was too busy studying a remnants of black pepper sauce on his plate. My legs were weak from the shock and the wine. The maid dragged me outside, down the stone stairs. I pushed her arm away as soon as we reached the garden and got violently sick on top of the buxus hedge. It took me a while, and I was super careful not to spoil the new dress. The air was moist and foggy, no stars on the sky, just the yellow windows of the house. I felt better after throwing up. There were living things around me like green hedges, like freshly-cut grass, and the grumpy owl that flew off the roof in search of her prey. The maid was also good. She stood behind me, gently touching my b
The Vision She Hid 7
The dining hall looked like the kind of place where kings might have sat if they’d had bad manners and worse interior designers. The chandelier overhead dripped crystal tears into the gloom, too grand for the occasion, like a showgirl at a funeral. The table was long enough to broke a dozen dirty deals across it without anyone noticing. Heavy mahogany, polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the faces of men who’d killed and sang Italian opera through dessert. I let the maid lead me - one hand grazing the wall as if I needed the touch to tell me where I was. My eyes drifted just above the heads of the crowd, soft and out of focus. My ears did all the work. The room was filled with the usual suspects: wool suits, fat rings, eyes like gun barrels. Smiles as warm as morgue drawers. At the far end of the table sat my big guy, sprawled like a dude who owned the room and charged a lot of rent for it. One elbow rested on the table, fingers tapping out some militaristic rhythm. His sparkly
The Vision She Hid 6
The ceiling above me was the color of expensive cream from Harrods food hall. It was probably late afternoon, and I just woke up. The daylight slid through the tall windows in lazy ribbons, too golden, too soft for the kind of place where a girl might wake up owned. I lay still for a minute, eyes half-shut. It took me some time to remember where I was. There was silk rustle of the drapes, the faint tick of a wall clock that probably cost more than my freedom, and the distant echo of footsteps—slow, deliberate. Not the kind of steps that hurry. Not the kind that need to be discreet. I ducked under the blanket. The sheets smelled like lavender and wealth. The bed was endlessly soft, obviously designed to cradle a princess. Pity I felt more like a loot at the bottom of a pirate ship. I gave myself a three-second count before sitting up. One for rage. Two for heartbreak. Three for playing nice. The door opened soft as a sigh. I didn’t need my eyes to know who it was. The scent gav
The Vision She Hid 5
The car hummed along the dark road like a black panther, sleek and deadly, eating up the miles. The city lights bled through the tinted windows, turning my reflection into a night ghost. I was happy to see them. They were a nice change from the plain black I’ve been accustomed to. I could feel the presence of the big guy beside me. He was leaning back like he owned the world on all-inclusive basis. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Outside, the city oozed past—liquor stores that never closed, bars spilling drunks onto cracked sidewalks, and those sad 24-hour diners that reek of stale coffee and broken dreams.I couldn’t make sense of it yet. I felt like I’d been caught in a riptide and dragged half a mile out to sea to drown. My mother had been wheeled off to one of his doctors as soon as we reached the car. The goon with the bad attitude promised me she’d get “the best care money can buy,” but somehow that didn’t make me feel like I’d won the lottery.Now it was just me and th
The Vision She Hid 4
The room smelled like blood, sweat, and fear, and none of it was mine. The men stood around like grim-faced gargoyles, arms crossed, guns tucked into jackets that looked ill fitted but expensive. Ricky was still trying to hold onto his dignity.The big man with the wicked smile leaned back against the wall, his eyes narrowed, mouth curled in a smirk. He was the kind of guy who looked at problems like they were puzzles he can’t be asked solving. So he shot them dead. He kept a bunch of goons for that. Ricky looked at him like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.“Her mother’s in my hands,” Ricky croaked, voice cracking like an old porcelain. “Take her. She won’t resist. She knows better than that.”The big man raised a dark eyebrow, his face giving away not very much.“Huh. Is that so?” he asked, almost politely. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I made sure to keep my expression blank and cold like the marble floor under my feet.Ricky, emboldened by the lack
The Vision She Hid 3
“Let’s try again. What are you doing here?” He asked.“I…I am looking for my mother,” I squeezed out of my sore throat.He gave a low chuckle, making my spine sweat. The silence stretched out, tense but sweetly awkward.There was one thing I liked about that guy: he wasn’t afraid of the dark. Darkness was my home for two years, and I felt an affinity with people who were not freaked out when it fell on them. Most men squint and curse, trying to make sense of it, looking weak and helpless in the process. Not this guy. He wore the darkness like a second skin, and it looked pretty good on him.The power was back. He flicked on the bedside lamp, and the light cut through the gloom, throwing his face into sharp relief—strong jaw, dark eyes that didn’t bother to hide the violence underneath. His mouth looked like it hadn’t smiled since the day he learned how to scowl. He hastily looked me over, and something flashed in his eyes. He kept staring at me with awe as if I was a rare bird that ha
