Xavier and Damien were all over the place once they stepped into the park. Damien’s eyes widened with excitement and his little feet rushed to keep up with Xavier while he held his hand right. Xavier didn’t waste any time, he showed the boy all of the places he and Halle had been and then the rides…Halle and Andrea both said no to anything that looked too scary. Though Halle knew this was her idea and she would love to get on every one of those rides with Xavier, she was pregnant now and easily prone to both headaches and throwing up. As for Andrea. Halle didn’t really know the woman’s reason for declining and she didn’t try asking either because last thing she wanted was another one of those rude replies that would make her lose her shit and eventually punch Andrea right in her stupid but beautiful face. They found shade where they could both sit and Halle bought a few things as her sugar rush was uncontrollable the more she passed by all those snacks. Despite not doing much the
In the few weeks that came after their trip to the amusement park, Halle found herself getting more and more uncomfortable in Stone Manor. As the tension grew, Xavier’s health began to deteriorate drastically. While Halle tried not to show how scared she was for him…there was also no reason to because at some point, she stopped seeing him, courtesy of Horacio who told her laying on the same bed with him was dangerous for the both of them. Xavier stopped asking for her also, but he asked for Damien which wouldn’t have been a problem for her if he didn’t also ask for his mother as well. Halle told herself countless times that she wasn’t affected by it and that all she wanted was his good health but she couldn’t help that pang in her chest that made her want to cry. Halle stared long and hard at her reflection, as usual her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she took in her pregnant state. She was no longer slim but had added a few healthy looking curves that made her look older
Halle inhaled deeply as she stood in front of Xavier’s room, reluctant to knock on the door or even make a move to announce her arrival. The past few weeks have been weird for her, and harder that she thought. Deep down Halle knew it wasn’t all Xavier’s fault, she knew she should’ve been more insistent even when he said he didn’t want to see her but, truth is she was scares, terrified to see him in the state she expected him to be in. Tabitha had told her he’d been coughing out blood more often and sometimes he went into seizures that they could hardly bring him out from. Halle feared what she would see. But it wasn’t right that she would let him face all of this alone, she knew if she were in his position, Xavier would take good care of her no questions asked. Halle knocked on the door while she held her breath. No turning back now. She thought as she waited for an answer. She heard the sound of footsteps, it was murdered so she couldn’t tell if it was him or…maybe An
Xavier did not say another word as he looked at her with surprise and conviction in his eyes. He knew she was being serious, he also knew there was no way he could stop her. “Very well,” He stiffly nodded, “If that is what you want Halle, I won’t stop you…we can changed the clauses of our arrangements well, if you don’t want to be here then you won’t,” He coughed lightly, “Horacio will give regular visits to wherever you are and give us updates on yours and the baby's health,”Her blood chilled because of how cold his voice sounded, the hurt it made her feel. Halle bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop herself from showing anymore emotion. “When you’re ready to come home, I’ll be here waiting, Halle,”She was supposed to be saying those words to him. Sure she didn’t expect him to be a knight in shining armor or some character from fairytales but, ever since Andrea came into the manor, not only has his attitude towards her changed drastically but it also made her realize that sh
Halle's body stilled and her breathing quietened as Martha’s voice had her feet rooted to the spot. At first she thought she might’ve mistaken someone else's voice for Martha’s. “Well, that wouldn’t have been the case if Horacio was doing his job properly!” Andrea said with an exasperated sigh, sounding like a woman who things weren’t going her way. Were they…speaking about Xavier’s health? “Horacio is doing the best he can to make sure he isn’t suspected, it has to look natural or else Xavier is going to catch on and everything I have planned in the past three years will be for naught,” Martha aggrieved, “Then he’s going to have both our heads on a platter!” “That can’t happen!” Andrea said. Anna heard shuffling, like the woman began to pace due to her nervousness. “Then you have to do your part!” Martha hissed, the tone of her voice unlike what Halle had grown used to. There was no regality or warmth, just pure venom and hatred. Halle knew she shouldn’t have stood there for a
Halle watched as Tabitha and Collette reluctantly got into the car. Tabitha turned around to look at her with teary eyes and it was such an unreal feeling. It took her back to the day she had first met the woman, a stranger that had now become one of her very good friends. “Promise me you will take good care of and never skip your meals!” She said with a shaky voice, shuffling in her feet like she was resisting the urge to walk up to Halle. Halle gave a watery smile and willed herself not to cry as her lips trembled from the pressure of holding it in. “I will never skip my meals and I will see you both soon, I promise,” Halle said. Tabitha nodded firmly and the closed the car door behind her, Collette's hand stuck out the window as the car began to move out of the property. Halle laughed and waved back, feeling a deep pang in her chest as she watched them drive away. There was a high chance that she would never see them again which also meant that she had to be extra car
The sun had gone down after a few hours of staying up in the sky and letting it’s scorching heat also provide light. Something about watching the sunset from the garden out back made Halle feel like her mind was clearer she could think better. It didn’t stop her from feeling lost and desperate for a solution. She say there for hours, racking her brain as to how she was going to fix things. The surprising part though was the fact that Xavier was with her, he had followed her quietly and she didn’t realize he did until agree she was seated with a flower in hand. “You seem lost,” He had pointed out after they had sat in a few minutes of comfortable silence, Halle had rested her head on his shoulders and he had adjusted his body so they could both be comfortable. Halle closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, she pretended not to hear his question as she pondered over a certain solution that was at the corner of her mind but yet she just couldn’t visualize it. “Flower?” He called
There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to make the tough choice of not just sitting back and letting things happen to her like the world expects of all women. There comes a time when she has to step up and take charge of her fate, no matter the circumstances and no matter how afraid she is of what might come after her dangerous leap of faith. Halle was certain that was the point she had reached, as she wrote those words on paper in a urgent manner, she hoped that it would get to who she wanted it to without her actions being discovered. Everything had to go accordingly, she had to save Xavier. She was the only person who could do it! There was no one she could trust, not even Xavier. Somehow she felt like everything she had gone through in her life had led her up to this moment. She was never able to protect herself or the people she cared about but not anymore, she would not longer be that weakling! Halle folded the paper and put in into the envelope, writing dow
“Do I really need to be blindfolded for this?” Halle asked with a warm chuckle. Xavier just grinned mysteriously in response, guiding her by the shoulders through what sounded like a set of heavy doors given the echo. “Patience, Flower. I promise, it’s worth the surprise,” he assured her, amusement and excitement dancing in his tone. Halle smiled and cooperated as he led her slowly ahead a few more steps. Her heart swelled, trusting Xavier so completely even when she couldn’t see. After everything they had endured, Halle knew without doubt he would never lead her anywhere dangerous again. “Just a little further,” Xavier coached. “Watch your step.” His sturdy hands on her waist aided Halle in navigating what felt like a small staircase. A few more shuffling paces forward and they finally halted. Halle quivered in anticipation. “Can I look now?” “One moment…” She heard the smile in Xavier’s voice just before he moved behind her and untied the blindfold at last. “Now you can open your
When Halle awoke late one night from another vivid episode of panic, Xavier recognized a shift had finally occurred. He gathered her quaking frame close while she wept, exhausted and heart sore. “Shh I have you, just breathe,” he soothed until the tension slowly left her muscles. Halle clung to him like an anchor amidst stormy waters even once fully awake. “I’m scared, Xavier,” she admitted in a small voice once sufficiently calmed. “Scared she’ll find us again.” Xavier steeled himself before answering gently. “Then it’s time I put real end to this. For your peace of mind, and our son’s future.” Halle’s arms tightened around him briefly at the implication. But she simply nodded bravely when she pulled back. “Just promise me you’ll come back safely. I can’t lose you.” Her palm cupped his bearded cheek with profound tenderness. Turning his head, Xavier pressed a kiss into her open palm. “I will always come back to you Halle,” he avowed passionately. His piercing gaze bore into hers,
Xavier paused in the open doorway, gazing at the scene before him – Halle curled protectively around their three week old son as he nursed, her expression tired but content, Damien was at the edge of the bed, curiously watching and asking questions, his wide eyes innocent and childlike, just like it ought to be. Xavier’s heart swelled at the simple domestic sight, still scarcely able to believe he had nearly lost them forever.Halle had begged for Damien to be close, so the second they left Halle’s birth country in Africa, he had Monty bring the young boy out from hiding and back with them, where he belonged. After Halle had been safely recovered and gave birth, Xavier wasted no time whisking her away to a secluded estate where they could focus solely on healing without fear of Martha’s lingering reach. And healing was no small feat after the trauma Halle had endured. Though her physical wounds were minimal, the psychological toll left lasting scars.She was plagued regularly by v
Halle drifted slowly up towards consciousness, clinging to the last visages of a dream where she was enveloped in tender warmth and comforting strength. Even semi-conscious, she instinctively recognized the sensations cocooning her now were real, not imagined. But after endless days and nights of torment, believing rescue could only manifest as a fantasy, Halle desperately avoided opening her eyes fully. What if this beautiful illusion shattered the instant she woke up? The possibility made her heart seize with renewed panic.No - the arms cradling her were solid, the scent of juniper and fresh rain surrounding her unmistakably Xavier’s. This precious peace was real, it had to be. Halle focused on steadying her breaths, mentally grasping for fragments of memory through the haze still clouding her thoughts. Flashes filtered back now – the frantic escape attempt, searing contractions hitting, Xavier appearing through her delirium of pain like a saving vision…the sweet sound of her chi
A FEW HOURS EARLIER… The scorching sun beat down as Xavier surveyed the sprawling, dusty streets from the backseat of the nondescript sedan. It had taken tremendous resources and calling in more favors than he could count to get boots on the ground in this remote country so quickly. But nothing could deter him from his mission – finding Martha and making her pay for taking Halle.Taking the woman he loved and then sending him papers to sign while at it. Xavier gritted his testy as he thought about the phone call he had gotten from his aunt, she’d sent papers to his mail…asking him to sign over everything to her, that was her endgame. If she couldn’t get it from Damien as she’d originally intended, she’d get it directly from the man himself. Xavier had agreed to her deal but…he wasn’t really going to sign those paper. Stone was his legacy and he’ll be damned if he let’s and overly ambitious bitch take over and ruin everything he’s built. His mind wandered inevitably to images of h
Too spent to argue, Halle permitted him to gently help her ease down onto the padded nest now warming her chilled legs. Though hardly ideal accommodations, at least she was off the frigid concrete floor. Monty seemed satisfied with his efforts.“I must inform the Don that you have been found before he burns the brothel down,” he announced. Before Halle could wrap her mind around the significance of his deliberate phrasing, Monty had disappeared back down the cellar corridor with a final instruction tossed over his shoulder – “Try to focus your energies, I will be back as fast as I can.”Xavier…was here, for her. Halle couldn’t hold back her relieve tears but of course that feeling was short lived. Then Halle was alone again with her body’s urgent demands. She closed her eyes, trying futilely to center her wild thoughts through the intensifying contractions. But it was impossible to find any inner calm or fortitude. Not with her heart pounding anew wondering how much longer until
Halle’s heart hammered violently in her chest as the first contraction seized her swollen belly. There was no denying it now – the terror and physical exertion of her escape attempt had triggered full blown labor. Her child was coming, ready or not, even as Martha’s henchmen battered viciously to break in.“Shit!” Halle cursed under her breath as she held her belly, the pain hitting her unexpectedly and making her whole body sway and her legs shake. Leaning heavily on the dusty desk, Halle fought to stay upright and quiet through the painful tightening. But despite clenching her jaw, a low moan still escaped through her gritted teeth. The dampness soaking her dress kept spreading. “Why are you so impatient…” Halle cursed through gritted teeth, trying her best to stay up right so as to prevent any complications. From down the cellar corridor came another resounding crack – the stubborn old door’s hinges were splintering rapidly under the men’s force. In mere minutes they would be
Halle awoke with a gasp, her heart already racing. Today was the day – the day she would finally attempt her escape from this nightmare. She lay still for a moment, focusing on slowing her breathing and gathering her courage. The gloom shrouded the cramped room, but Halle’s eyes discerned the packed bag hidden beneath her cot containing the supplies she had managed to secretly squirrel away over the past week. The last week had been utter torment, forcing herself to endure her mother’s assaults and the groping hands of repulsive men trying to lay claim to her while pretending total resignation. More than once she had nearly faltered, the will to fight slowly being crushed out of her. But she would gently caress the swell of her belly. She could not – would not – let this place and its monsters claim another child if there was any hope of escape.Moving slowly to avoid any sounds of creaking, Halle eased herself up to sit on the edge of the mattress. Her heavy, cumbersome belly m
The days dragged by in agonizing torture as Halle remained trapped in her personal hell. Time ceased to hold meaning within the dingy confines of the small room that had been hers as a teenager under her mother’s cruel control. The peeling walls oozed with memories of past suffering, the very air thick with hopelessness.And now, heavy with her unborn child, Halle felt more trapped than ever. Her mother’s daily visits always ended with fresh bruises blossoming on her skin, dark reminders of her powerlessness. When not enduring her mother’s rage, Halle spent the empty hours curled miserably on the cot, arms wrapped around her belly as if to shield the precious life within from the darkness pressing in around them.On the fifth night, Halle lay tense and sleepless, every creak of the old brothel putting her nerves on edge. She stared dry-eyed into the gloom, too weary even for tears. The baby’s steady kicks were her only comfort.When the familiar scrape of the main door opening reached