All Chapters of Hunted By The Past: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The car came to a halt, and I felt my body roll into another person beside me. For what I’d assumed was hours, an eternity in the feeling, I had been stuck in a car’s boot. Screaming at the top of my lungs, begging for my freedom. My step father’s image was plastered on my head, anger and heartbreak rested within me. What would my mom think? How would he explain this? How was he going to play off that he had sold me. “The sooner you stopped screaming, the better.’’ The voice, which I'd learned belonged to a woman stuck in the boot with me, spoke effortlessly. “I don't understand how a person can do this? You don’t just buy people. That’s wrong.’’ I argued, feeling rather suffocated. The car’s weight shifted, indicating that someone had alighted. I held my hands up in fits, trying to hit the roof of the boot, but I only ended up hurting my knuckles. There was nothing I could do. Both my hands were tied at the wrists with rope, and the only thing free were my feet, yet, cramped in a s

GALENPlowing through the crowd and acting happy was a piece of cake. "Yes, I totally agree. I’ll talk to my father about it and we’ll see what our company can do." I smiled, as I held my wife’s hand. I guided her away from Mrs Shirley, feeling exhausted. "And who was that?" "No one you should concern yourself with." I smiled. "Come on, play nice." She sneered. "And besides, our companies are joined now. I need to learn about yours and you need to learn about mine.""Fine. That was Mrs Shirley. She owns a containment company and she handles most of our sales shipments overseas." "And why did she seem displeased?" Olivia pressed, and I took a sip of my champagne. "One of our handlers failed to correctly seal a package, and in turn, the fuse cut and a fire broke out, leading to a loss in not just our own shipment, but a couple of others that Mrs Shirley was handling for other companies.""Lemmi guess, she wants compensation. Right?" Olivia rolled her eyes."Yes, and we’re stalling

OLIVIA:Galen followed me up the stairs like a man on fire. I've never seen him that agitated before. There had been a mixture of feelings on his face before he finally settled to anger and disbelief. I entered our bedroom, and he was right behind me. He slammed the door shut, I turned to look at him, startled. "What do you want?'’ I shrugged and walked past him. "How dare you?!" He bellowed. "Tell me that isn't true. You lied to me. You couldn’t have done that!" His voice was almost breaking. "Why would I lie about something like that?" he gasped. "This is the answer you always wanted, Galen. You asked the question for 5 years and you’ve always hated me for not clarifying it. This is the truth now. It wasn't just Ashern. It was Philip as well." horror struck his eyes as he stepped back. He looked at me as though I had grown two heads. That look of pain in his eyes was exactly what I desired. Yet, it didn't feel so good. Seeing him in pain put me in pain. Why did I feel this way

OLIVIA:My husband is a fucking jerk!I can’t believe he had the guts to abandon me!Was it something I said? I didn't fucking care. As I entered our house, I tossed my handbag on the chair before climbing up the stairs in a hurry. I was going to give him a piece of my mind. “Galen!” I called out at the top of my voice. Suddenly I began hearing noises coming from our room. A feeling of déjà vu washes over me. As I open the door my mind refuses to process what my eyes are seeing. “Jessie?” I tilt my head as I look at her. Her legs were shamelessly spread apart and my husband was on top of her. They were both naked and they didn't even bother to cover up. my heart pounded in my chest and I felt a lump forming in my throat. It wasn't jealousy. It was humiliating. We were married for crying out loud. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. “Well, well, look who decided to come home early.” he snared as he looked me up and down. I could not understand his audacity. My

OLIVIA:Galen spoke in grunts, scoffs, and angry glances. Surprisingly, I had expected this to be my new peace. Yet it turned out the opposite. I wanted things to go back to normal. Even if it meant we would be fighting every now and then. Right now, my husband avoids any argument and barely speaks to me. He was mad at me and I understood that. But I also had a right to be angry at him for what he had done. “They are calling us downstairs.” Galen said, as he stood across our bedroom door. I shook my head as I followed him behind. A feeling of déjà vu sets within me as we walked down the stairs and found both our families waiting for us. “It's started.” my mother said with a disapproving look. Galen and I settled into the sofa while our families threw ugly glances at us. A news bulletin popped up on National TV in the gossip sector. Almost everyone in the country subscribed to this. On the TV was an image of my husband punching Ashern. Just the headlines. It was like a comedy