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All Chapters of BY TWIST OF FATE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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PROLOGUE

What is Love? The pre-destined love? What is it?I grew up knowing that love is kind, it is caring, loving and above all unconditional and selfless. Love is a true abode of comfort and refuge where you can run to for soothing. That’s the reason God created love, so that we feel great about ourselves and those around us.Love is what makes us human…but even times I always find myself questioning the whole concept. If love is so great then why do I feel like I am amidst hades fire? I wake up every morning and the fire intensifies each passing day and no matter how hot it is I don’t seem to at least perish and die.I keep waking up to same routine and there’s nothing much I can do to help myself…I had tried before but it only got worse. I feel like this is my judgement however it is unfair. I have always lived my life right, follow the rules and be a good girl then why am I here? Why am I facing so much with no hope of recovery? Does

CHAPTER ONE

BY TWIST OF FATE/Bena

It’s soothing quiet and warm. Very warm. A sigh of tranquility escapes my just parted lips which later wide in a yawn. I shift my head against the fluffy, lemon and honey scented pillows. The fragrance cause me to smile a little.A flap of the curtain due to the chill breeze coming from the sea grabs my attention. I groaned not really wanting to wake up from my serene slumber as the blazing sun rays shit into the room and fell on my face. Not for long my eyes blink five times before flapping open. I yawn again, slowly raising up from the bed my eyes fixed on the beautiful hanging chandelier above my head.Maybe I should have been a chandelier…hanging up there looking beautiful and bright…sure that would make anyone happyMy subconscious whimper in sadness as reality dawn upon the both of us. It’s another day. It’s suppose to be a grant new day like everyone else but not for me…it has never been and will never be.I g

CHAPTER TWO

BY TWIST OF FATE/Bena

Bathing done, I reach out for the white cotton body towel by the racks and carefully wrap it around my body and fasten it under my armpits.I use my palm to wipe off the steam from the mirror, stare into the eyes of the person standing in front of me. She looks so lost, pale and exhausted. Her arms were covered by ugly purple and green bruises, they still looked fresh which made them very disgusting to look at. Further more my light caramel complexion didn’t do any justice. I pretty much looked like rotten goat cheese.The sharp sour feeling crept over to my chest, slowly a lump was forming in my throat and my eyes were stinging, itching for some reason and all of these are a sign that I am about to ball my eyes out.I snort, breathing and blinking my eyes and clutching my jaw from time to time.I have to be strong. I have made it till far and I can survive this. I know I can. I give myself a motivational talk.To avert my attention from the

CHAPTER THREE

BY TWIST OF FATE/Bena

I walked into the posh white caramel kitchen and Nana engulfed me into a warm hug before taking my face into her old hands inspecting it. When she saw the crimson mark on my swollen cheek, she broke into tears and all I could do was swallow mine and repeat to myself to be strong.“Why? Tell me why Maia? Why are you still here? When it is evident that the love is gone why are you still living here?” she choked out.Nana! She is the closest person I call family. She basically raised me up. She was a mother to me when my own mother left me in the cold in front of the orphanage Nana was the caregiver at. She was coming from a evening walk when she found me crying in my baby carriage and she fell in love with my big doe eyes and took me in. Growing up many wanted to adopt me but I used to refused and behaved naughty just so I get rejected. It was all for one reason; Nana. I wanted to be with her and at the end she gave into my tenacity. She gave me her name and

CHAPTER FOUR

BY TWIST OF FATE/Bena

I take a look at my amazing fashion skills. I have nothing but admiration . I looked stunning with the red pixel long dress with a slit that reached my mid thigh. The Cinderella stilettos complimented the look and the make up was spot on. Very spot on. No bruise was on sight and I was grateful for that.I take out my dusty pink latte lipstick and gently smear it on my lips. After I was done I look into the mirror one last time, checking myself again.While I was still at it Andre comes behind me, circled my waist and roughly pulled me against his body. I tensed as his lips caressed my exposed back and his fingers traveling up and down my spine.There was a time his touched used to drive me crazy. When it used to turn me on but now all it does is freak me out. It’s like acid on my skin … it’s burns. Really burns. All I want to do is stay away as far as possible.“You haven’t lost your touch. You still drive me insane with thi