Valerie was turning left and right on her bed, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and even the spot which was lying down on the bed was moist. Her chest kept rising and falling at an irregular pace until she finally shot up, gasping for her breath. She struggled with the handcuffs, hoping they would give in but as usual they didn't. Her wrists were already sore and red with bruises from her struggle. She placed her palm on her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The bad dream she just had was still replaying in her head. The feeling of apprehension washed over her, somewhere in the back of her mind she kept thinking that something terribly bad was about to happen or had already happened. “Ethan…” she whispered under her breath, staring into space. By now the effects of hunger had begun to manifest and she felt weak and light headed. She exhaled, fatigue getting the better of her. Her throat had already been sore from all the screaming an
Kayla continued relentlessly giving him CPR until his body finally jerked. Water jetted out of his nostrils and mouth and his eyes shot open. His eyes fluttered for a little while, trying to adjust to the environment before he finally sat upright. His head was still banging and he would still feel pain all over his body. He swept his gaze around the three people hovering around him. “Where am I?” Those were the first words to come out of his mouth. “Joanna village, it's a seaside village,” Kayla explained, relieved that he was still alive. “Thank God my father found you one time, 1 minute later and you might have not made it.”His mind was still juggling with confusion. “What?... What are you talking about?” He got on his feet despite their efforts to keep him on the bench. “What am I doing here? How did I get here?” He questioned. Marcus shared a look with his daughter and wife. “I don't know, I found you washed up by the shoreline, unconscious.”Ethan frowned as a splitting hea
Blaring sirens were all over the place and the ambulance was parked just by the bridge. A small crowd had formed around the place where the accident took place. Below the bridge by the river banks, divers were going in to find any survivors. 4 divers jumped off the boats, swimming to the bottom of the river in search of any signs of Jason or Renée.One of them held out a torch, swimming through the water. It was evening so seeing was much harder, but they didn't have the luxury of time. The sooner they found them, the better. They continued to swim, covering different parts of the river as they moved. Finally one of their flashlights bounced against a metallic object, causing it to shimmer in the water. As the diver continued to rotate the torch around the object, she quickly realized that it was a car. She swam straight towards the car and some of the other divers saw her making her way towards the car and followed suit. The two bodies were still inside the car, Jason's and Renèe
Timothy was still staring at the script in his hands in disbelief. How could she score 99% on his test? Even he himself wouldn’t score that high on the test without the marking scheme by his side. He adjusted his necktie and stared at Skyler. “What happened Mr. Timothy? Cat bit your tongue?” She questioned, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. A scowl began to form on his face and even Amy, who was already standing, wasn’t too pleased with the outcome so she folded her arms against her chest. “With his fingers he began to trace the test script, hoping to find some sort of error. “Mr. Timothy, if you're trying to check whether or not I made a mistake, don't waste your time because I’m confident in my answer.”He clenched his jaw, “You cheated!” he yelled, startling her. “Yes, I remember, you along with that young man, you two sat together. And the girl with the glasses wasn\t too far off.” He tried to accuse them because he couldn’t comprehend how they would score so highly when his own s
Everyone was still in shock, their hearts in their mouths as they watched Ethan punch the man. Even Ethan himself was shocked by his actions. He glared at his slightly reddened knuckles. He had no memory of who he was, but all he knew was that he was overwhelmed by the urge to protect them. The other two men approached him, one of them landing a punch on his face which sent him crashing against the wall. His reflexes were a little rusty since he didn’t quite remember that he was a commander with top notch combat skills. “Watch out!” Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw one of the men pick up a chair and tried to attack him with it. He dodged and the chair crashed against the wooden wall, causing bits of it to chip off. He leaned and ran into the man, his shoulders ramming the man's torso. Within a flash, the man was on the floor as Ethan took him down. The other one tried to intercede but before he could get close enough, Ethan had kicked him in the shin and then jum
Valerie was lying down on the bed, her mind consumed with thoughts as usual. The door opened but she didn't bother to turn to see who it was, usually only two people came in here anyway. It was either Melissa or that scumbag. This was her third day in captivity and she was beginning to lose hope, the place was heavily guarded and so it was difficult for her to be able to escape. She would have to spend a long time here, long enough to gain his trust before she would finally make her move. “Mr Antonio says you can come downstairs to have dinner,” Melissa's voice rang in her ears, jerking her back to reality. She blinked a few times to be sure that she wasn't dreaming. “Me?” She pointed inwards at her chest. “Downstairs, for dinner?” She questioned, thinking her ears were playing tricks on her. Melissa gave her a curt nod in reply. “He's waiting,” she simply stated. With a deep breath Valerie got on her feet, taking slow steps towards the door. She was wearing the nightgown Melis
Therese was crying and holding on to a picture of Renée when she was small. She couldn't help but blame herself for everything that had occurred. Maybe if she had a spine and she had put her foot down, Clifford wouldn't be able to do whatever he wanted and her daughter wouldn't have been forced into marriage to a suicidal psychopath like Jason. There was a knock on the door and when she raised her head to see who it was, it was Clifford. He wore a remorseful look on his face as he stood by the doorframe. She didn't even bother to acknowledge him, she just turned around and shoved the picture of her daughter into the bag.“Therese, let talk-” “We have absolutely nothing to talk about unless it's about you finding Valerie or about Renée’s funeral arrangements,” she said blankly. She walked right past him with her bag and was making her way out. “So that's how it's going to be?! You're just going to leave after everything we've been through together?” His voice boomed from behind he
Marcus was standing just outside the house, folding his fishing net. Cassandra was roasting some fish by the corner. When she was done she would eventually take it to the market to sell. Typically, this was how they made their profits and income for the home. “I’m off to go fishing,” he said to Cassandra. She raised her head, taking her eyes off what she was doing for a moment. “Oh, okay, be safe honey,” she replied as he gathered his tools and began to walk towards the sea, away from the house. Shortly after he had left, he could be seen in the distance arranging the fishing equipment in the boat as he prepared to enter the water. Kayla stepped out of the house wearing a brown and white flowing dress, her hair tightly packed. “So are you going to accompany him to the police station?” her mother asked. She paused then nodded slowly “Yes, we’ll leave together this morning,” she replied to her mother. Inside the house, Ethan had just gotten up from bed, the dream he had last night