All Chapters of Divinity's Decent : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Lao Tzu –But the next day when I got to the hospital, not only were there two additional people there, Jacobi looked even less interested than he had the day before. After a brisk introduction, he left again to conduct interviews. Thankfully, the two new hires, Evelyn, the administrator, and Helen, a nurse, were people I knew from town, so it hadn’t been too awkward. I couldn’t help but mourn the loss of our privacy, though. How were Jacobi and I supposed to fall in love under this kind of circumstance, in full view of an audience?As the days rolled into weeks,our ‘audience’ grew in number, adding two more auxiliary nurses, three qualified nurses, a matron, two doctors, three cleaners, and a janitor. By the start of the fourth week, not only was the place fully staffed, we had opened our doors to the patients. I remained at t

Chapter 43"The choices we make echo through the lives of others, sometimes in whispers, sometimes in screams.” Unknown So, I continued to dance, rolling my hips the way I saw the other women do, smiling as I made eye contact with each and everyone of the men looking at me, showing them what they desired…but would never have.“You’re a real naughty one, aren’t you?” Blaze said, grabbing my buttocks and pulling me close enough to feel his erection.That was the wakeup call I needed.I wriggled out of his grasp, but he wasn’t prepared to let go. His hands were roving around my whole body, and when he reached for my breasts, I slapped him hard across the face.“Are you crazy?” I yelled.He put his hands up. “My bad. Forgive me. I guess I got too excited.”Almost as if doused by a bucket of cold water, I looked around, at the gyrating people around me, and I suddenly wondered what on earth I was doing there.“Take me home,” I said. “I want

I ran in silence, hope held tight, But shadows found me in the light. Glass shattered, hands like steel, A fate too cruel, a pain too real. No cries, no plea, just whispered prayer, As darkness led me back to where A ghost from past and fire untamedStood waiting there—he spoke my name. *By unknown*Chapter 45"You look better today," Madam Maria remarked as I struggled with breakfast. "Make sure you finish your food and get plenty of rest. In time, everything will blow over, and things will be back to normal."I offered a strained smile, my spoon hovering over the half-eaten plate of eggs and toast. She meant well, but her words felt empty. Nothing would ever be normal again—not after everything that had happened.I glanced at the clock. Catherine and I had agreed to leave the house by 10 a.m., and it was already a few minutes past. My fingers drummed against the table. Had she

Blood and SilenceFalling, fading, lost in pain, Crimson spills like endless rain. Hands that hurt now drag me near, Whispers laced with cruel fear. A voice, a name—a light, a plea, But darkness claims the rest of me.Chapter 47Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew I was falling, falling to the ground. I heard screams from people running to me, the loudest of which was madam maria's. I felt myself being draped with someone’s blanket and lifted from the ground. I heard madam maria screaming at the extent of my injuries, especially the deep one on my head, as I was carried back into the house. I heard it all…but I honestly wished I didn’t. I wished I was dead.“She is losing too much blood,” madam maria was crying now, holding a piece of cloth over the wound on my head that was fast soaking. “We have to take her to the hospital.”“Get her dressed,” came the voice I dreaded the most. “I’ll take her myself.”I forced m

"Do what you feel in your heart to be right—for you’ll be criticized anyway." — Eleanor RooseveltChapter 49How could I explain the deep and intense fear the minister elicited from anyone who came near him? How could I explain the fear I had of the minister doing to my family what he had done to Jason’s? How could I explain believing that enduring it was much easier than running away from it?Jacobi shut his eyes and rubbed his temples vigorously, clearly agitated. “I have to go,” he finally said, rising to his feet. “Call me if you need anything.”And with that, he left the room.I stared at the shut door, crestfallen. Even though I knew he was only doors away in his office, his unceremonious departure signalled to me his repulsion by my story, confirmation that I was indeed damaged. And even though it was a realisation I had lived with for years, this time it hurt. It truly hurt.The next day, after weeks of trying, madam maria was finally given access to me.“