All Chapters of Silent Scars: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms.She was lost.  “Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.It was her mother.Opening her eyes, she found herself in a vast dessert with wind that threatened to knock her off her feet. Just where the hell was she?  “Mom?” she called out, hoping she would see her mother, and she did! A hand landed on her shoulders and when she turned, there stood her mother, wearing her ever charming smile.  “Mom.” Lauren called again in a shaky voice. This time, tears slid down her cheeks. She saw her mother

Lauren felt her entire energy being drained from her. Her father chose his title over her mother. He chose wealth over her and her mother. Her brain found it hard to process that and the more she tried to make up excuses for him in her head, the more the tears came. The minute the car halted in front of the Knight’s mansion, she walked straight upstairs, trying hard not to break down in front of all these people. She stopped in front of the master bedroom and after some thought, she turned back and headed to the first floor where the guest rooms were and picking a random one, she walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down in front of a mirror hating the face she saw. It reminded her that she was just a second choice to her father. Without wasting time, she quickly removed it, and at the sight of that face that reminded her so much of her mother, she broke down to0 tears.   Bryan jumped about happily, holding onto the big soft hand that held him. it was

Seconds trickled by but yet the little guy hadn’t spoken a word. He only stood rooted at a spot, looking straight at her. Lauren’s body shivered unconsciously. Was he going to tell his father? She could already imagine herself spending the rest of her miserable life behind bars. Beyond that, she could see the hurt on the little boy’s face. Of course, it wasn’t fair hiding all those secrets away from him—what was she expecting.  “Bryan, I can explain. Please let me explain.” Tears trickled down her eyes again. This time, it was tears for her unknown future. It was tears for fear of losing this little guy’s faith in her. It was tears of losing a dear friend.  “Michelle?” He whispered as if finding it hard to say the word.  “Bryan.” She called out desperately. “Bunny. Aunty’s sorry.”Bryan’s face crumpled and so did his heart. it was her!

Lauren opened the door as quietly as she could, perking into the room and when she saw no sign of Malcolm, she heaved a sigh of relief and dashed for her closet door. She opened it and ran in quickly, closing the door behind her but as she turned, she froze.  “You are a second late!” His voice halted her. There he was, sitting on her dressing table playing with her lipstick, like a bored king waiting for some visitors to arrive.  “I…I” wait! Why was she stuttering? “What are you doing here?”  “Is my wife’s closet a forbidden place to enter?” he replied nonchalantly.Lauren froze. This was the second time he was referring to her as a wife. “No… I thought we had an agreement…” To keep off each other’s privacy. She couldn’t find the voice to complete her statement. Not when the man before her was starring daggers at her. 

Bryan entered his room with a sour face, banging the door behind him. He felt like crying. Just last night, he had been so happy that he finally found her and now, she was so close but she no longer looked at him like he was the only one in her eyes. Why did she have to keep asking after his father?! His father was a grown man who could take care of himself but he was still a kid…Kid…His face squeezed up at the thought of that. No, he wasn’t a kid. He was just a six-year-old boy who needed a motherly figure. He didn’t want to cry but he felt if he didn’t make his hurt look real, she wasn’t going to believe him. Slumping on the bed, he sulked, waiting for her to walk right through his door; and she did. It was barely minutes when she entered.  “Bunny? Are you okay?” she asked, standing by the door.Bryan frowned. Why must she use his nickname? It made him almost loosen up and run into her arms. Stee