All Chapters of The President's Daughter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

For another day, I found myself resting inside of my room. The television is my only source on what is happening outside of this room. Ares told me that he will visit me today but he didn’t. I was only told that he was busy with his new duty. His new duty as the president of the country. I can still see his smile while swearing his oath on the national television. I know that he wants that position for a long time but I almost felt like he’s hiding something because of that smile.I tried to seek for my phone but the guard said that it wasn’t with me when I was brought here either. The only thing that I can do is to rest and to hope for my father to be in best shape.He wasn’t conscious yet and it’s been almost five days since the incident. The doctor told me that it is normal and maybe he’s taking his time to rest but it didn’t sit well with me. If he was just shot on the shoulder, he should be awake right now, right? However,

Huddling inside of the room, Ares tried to get my attention as I helped myself with the television. This is the only entertainment that I can have to not make my sanity wash over the wind.The only entertainment that I was allowed in this prison. In this prison where I was forced to live, without knowing that I’m in the devil's den. The memory of the day of the accident drowns my thought away. It’s one of the things that is bothering me right now.Ares was there too. He insisted on driving the car for me as I was wrecked and stubborn, trying to chase Major Sullivan. His expression and the concern in his voice shook me within.I cannot accept it. None of it seems like a dream.A tear slid down my cheeks and I was abrupt on wiping it over. I cannot afford to be weak but being pregnant makes me sensitive and fragile. It makes me overthink things that I shouldn’t suppose to think of.Ares moves over causing our skin to touch with one

“She’s awake.” My mind heard someone say or whisper right beneath my ears. I don’t know what to do because when I tried to move my body, all I can feel is the leather itch strap holding me back down into whatever I am tied to. I can feel a loud gush of the wind and it seems like I am inside of an enclosed space where there is only one cycle of a breathing pattern that is allowed to do. My back is aching from being tied down for so long. How long have I been out of this world? Then, it occurred to me. The nurse forces me to gulp some capsules after she injected me something. I fought my urge to be drowned back to the oblivion. No. The nurse is working for someone else making me panic. My body started to squirm out of the hold of the bound. I shouted but there is something in my mouth. It’s a piece of clothing preventing me from speaking. It tastes like fabric clothing. The only thing that I can do is to open my eyes. Sensing the danger, I am mu

 “You’re going to pay for this!” Major Sullivan shouted as he tried to resists on the knots that are binding us right now.We are on the couch, our whole body is tied with some thick ropes as Ares and Maricriz appeared in front of us, their guns are pointing just right on our heads.I can feel the tip touching my skin and the coldness from it only made me shiver and drown into being terrified. I know that in just one click, the bullet will surely pierce through our heads.My body is shaking from the fear and from everything. I am still lost because of the too much information that I’ve absorbed earlier and now, I am being tied on the couch whilst a gun is pointed at my head.Tears are streaming down my face. I was trying to calm myself but I just can’t simply do that. I was choking from too much nervousness.Maricriz stopped in my direction, the tip of her gun is pointing just beneath my jaw forcing me to

Grey perky clouds cover the vicinity of the place. They say that grief comes in many forms. It comes with agony and sadness for those who did nothing but to love. It comes with happiness and joy for those who gave resentfulness until the last breath.However, above all of those that was mentioned, nothing can beat the true meaning of grief. For those who spend their life living with that person and for those who shares every bit of their life with that person, griefs come with pain.The pain of losing someone and knowing that there is no choice left but to accept the cruelness of being left alone.I kneeled and sighs as I tried to wipe the dirt out of his name. The cold stone where his honorable name was engraved stood right infront of me. I’ve brought flowers and even this time, I don’t know if he will be happy with the type of flowers that I have chosen.Funny how even his favorite one is such a puzzle for me. I guess, I took my time rebelli