When Lucas got the news of Emily’s death, he didn’t believe it. It felt as though his head got detached from his neck and for what seemed like ages, he remained numbed and stared at his reflection on the mirror.“What do you mean by Emily is dead?” He had asked Blake whose head was lowered to the ground in a state of mourning. Blake made to talk but not a single word came off his lips. He had been monitoring both Claire and her mother since Lucas asked him to. One day, he saw Claire receiving a letter from a post man and when he asked the man what it was about, the man replied with “a daughter of theirs is dead”. Blake didn’t believe it at first. But then, when he saw how serious the man looked, he knew that this was anything but a joke. “And he body?” He had asked the man who shook his head negatively.“There is no news of that right now. From what I gathered, the body of the deceased was probably torn apart by some wild animals”, the man had replied with a sincere look on his fa
Lucas woke up the next morning with a terrible migraine. It felt as though his brain was tearing apart and despite how strong he planned to feel, he couldn’t help it. He let out a soft groan after which he stirred on the bed and slowly sat up, wiping his red and swollen eyes. Just as he darted his eyes around the room, he caught sight of an envelope laying beside his bed, with a stamp on top. He gulped down hard…only one person dropped envelopes with stamp and that was no other person but his grandfather. He slowly picked up the envelope, tore it apart and brought out a letter that was as brief as anything. “Breakfast by 7. Don’t be late”, the letter said.Lucas took in another deep breath as he rubbed his forehead in a bid to ease the pain he felt in his head. He was weak and sick and tired of everything. Just then, a knock came to his door and he mumbled a very weak “come in”. Blake walked into his room with a very worried look on his face and a cup of water.“This should mak
Lucas walked into the dining room with his head held high and a bright spark in his eyes that countered how he had earlier felt. Blake was right. He wasn’t going to give Denver the chance to feel that he won already. He was going to fight till the end until he proves that Denver wasn’t close to who he claimed to be. “Lucas!” His grandfather called out with a pleasant smile on his face. Just some minutes ago, Denver had told him that Lucas won’t respect his invitation for breakfast because he was currently in some emotional distress. “You’re here! Denver was just telling me that you won’t come for breakfast”, their grandfather added as he looked at Lucas who let out a soft chuckle. “I guess your source of information was wrong because I’m here and I’m in a very perfect state”, Lucas said and flashed a soft smile that almost didn’t get to his eyes. He had to fake it because the last thing he wanted was making his grandfather feel that he was vulnerable. “Denver, you sai
She had thought that the smell of drugs, syringe, and possible vomit had only conjured in her dream. However, she was all wrong when she opened up her eyes. Her first sight was the bulb producing light which was on, and the rolling fan. She stayed put for a while as she tried hard to realize where she was. Sadly, the harder she tried, the more pain she felt. The young lady closed her eyes shut again. This was in a bid to calm her hurting head, and also see if she could get anything. When she did it for the longest time she could remember, and nothing happened, she opened back her eyes. It was at that time she used the opportunity to look around where she was. Definitely, she had not been wrong when the smell told her she could be in a hospital. Even if her memory had a bit of lagging behind, she could as well recognize what an hospital looked like. But, she still couldn't think past the question she had. Why was she in a hospital? She thought. Despite the struggles, she finally
All through the ride last night, Emily couldn't get her head off the fact that she was about to go start a new life in a village she knew no one or nothing about. Although underneath the scary feeling, she felt thrilled to go start a new life. When she thought deeper about the bold step she had taken towards an unknown destination, she pushed aside the fear that clunged onto her. After all, she couldn't remember who she was. There was a possibility her new journey could make it all happen. The clattering sound she had heard caused her to open her eyes, and sit on the bed. "Oh, God." She yawned deeply. For a minute, she had forgotten that she was now in the home of her saviors, the old woman and her husband. After she had pleaded with her to let her leave with them, the old woman had thought of it wise to inform her husband. Clearly, Emily didn't object to it. All she did was pray inwardly that the old man was going to accept it. And he did. While they took it upon themselves t
“Is he still locked up in his room?” Mr. Belcraft asked Blake the moment he walked in. Blake let out a deep sigh firstly before he could respond.“I'm just coming in. But I bet he would still be locked up in his room.” Blake finally answered. The old man was the next on line to let out a deep sigh. When Blake watched him closely, he could see the wrinkles which had appeared on his face. It was clear to him that the old man was more stressed up than anyone else could be.And truth be told, he just had to be, owning to the fact that he deeply cared about his grandson.“Will you help me go check up on him?” Mr. Belcraft opened up again, pleadingly.“Of course Mr. Belcraft. I would do that.” Blake said, and he nodded his head in approval. Blake then turned in the attempt of doing what he had come to do as well as what he had been pleaded to do. However, just when he was about to take further steps upstairs, leading to Lucas room, he suddenly stopped. He quickly turned back to him. “Mr. B
Blake stood to stare at his friend in confusion. He didn't want to believe what he had just heard from him. But then, he was forced to believe him, owning to the seriousness on his face. “I have a lot of questions concerning this if you're actually serious about it.” Blake finally opened up to say.There was a reign of silence as Lucas didn't respond to him. “How did you leave to find Emily? Where did you also go to find her, Lucas?” Blake asked, hoping he would still get a response from him because definitely, he was curious.“When you all were asleep, foolishly believing that she is actually gone for good.” Lucas answered, a sting of betrayal playing in his voice. “Lucas, you're endangering your life.” Blake said, concern glaring in his voice.“I don't care if I had to do that. All I want is to find my woman.” Lucas said forcefully, turning to look back at Blake.“Let me remind you that this supposed woman is dead.” Blake said. “Her body was not found. That doesn't mean that she
It was two days gone in her new place, and Emily still couldn't remember who she was or where she came from. All she had with her was her name which sometimes she questions if it might truly be her name. And also the picture which she had given to Mr. Shaw to help her find the truth behind it. Ever since the date she found the picture, she took it upon herself to search every nook and cranny of the bag said to belong to her, with the intention of finding anything else that could tell her who she truly was. Unfortunately, there was nothing. It was just a bunch of make up kit, the name tag, and the picture. However, what Emily was truly focused on at the moment was finding out who the man in the picture was. She believed that if she found out who he truly was, it could be a lead to her real identity.Now, she was home alone like the previous days. Mrs. Shaw had gone to her place of business, insisting that she had to fully recover before she would start working for her as they had agre