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
Skyler, Raul and Irene were seated in the school cafeteria during their break. “I really don’t like this Timothy guy, sounds like a thorn in the flesh,” Irene stated, shaking her cup of iced coffee. “Oh trust me, he is a thorn in the flesh, and he’s very classist. He disgusts me,” she said in response. Raul ended up chuckling. “So now that you're class president, I bet Amy and her friends have been trying to pick on you,” he let out, earning him a reprimanding stare from Skyler. Irene adjusted on her seat and shifted forward, placing her elbows on the table as she looked directly into Skyler's eyes. “Is somebody picking on you?”A scoff escaped from Skyler's throat. “No, they couldn't pick on me even if they tried. It's just that these girls like to behave like brats and can be really annoying.”While they were still talking, Skyler spotted Melissa from the corner of her eyes. She was collecting her food tray from the lunch lady and cafeteria. She impulsively raised her hand to c
She turned the faucet on with a squeak, splashing her face with water from the sink. She traced the dark lines on her eyes with her fingers before letting out a deep breath. Yesterday she had been feeling sick and it caused her to vomit. Coupled with the weird cravings she'd been having throughout the night, she began to suspect that she was pregnant. She passed around the room restlessly moving from corner to corner, she could only imagine what he would do if she found out that she was pregnant. Would he hurt her? Would he hurt the baby? These questions kept running through her mind as she thought of Ethan. A series of small knocks on the door disrupted her train of thoughts as Melissa, the maid, quietly walked in holding a huge box within her grip. “Good morning, I hope you slept well, this is what you're going to wear to the event this evening.” She placed the box on the bed then turned around to leave. Valerie knew that she needed somebody to talk to, she needed a way of con
Ethan couldn't tell who exactly the man he was seeing was, but he remembered seeing snippets of this man's face during his nightmare last night.Giving the context of his dream, he could only assume that this man was a bad person. He remembered a gun being pressed against his head, then he remembered water waves throwing him left and right. Maybe the man had tried to drown him, he thought. There was another person beside Trevor, it was one of Cyrus’s henchmen. The both of them had been sent by Cyrus to look for Ethan in this community because he knew that Ethan wasn't going to be too far off from here, it was the only place he could come to for refuge. That day when the chopper had exploded, most of them had already jumped off the helicopter but the blast disoriented them, scattering them across the sea. And the stormy turbulent waters managed to separate them. Cyrus predicted that wherever Ethan was, he was probably still recovering or at least had not reconnected with the dread
Skyler was shocked by the fact that the doors were locked. It meant that somebody had locked it from outside. She rushed to the door and slammed her hands against it repeatedly. “Hey, let me out of here!” She yelled at the top of her voice. She wrapped her fingers around the door knob, pulling relentlessly. “I said let me out!” Through the rectangular space on the door which was to serve as some sort of eye hole, she caught a glimpse of Amy standing outside with an evil smirk on her face. Amy waved her hands at her to intentionally make mockery of her situation. “Sleep tight princess,” she said. Sleep tight? What the hell did Amy mean? She thought to herself. Without hesitation, she dipped her hands into her pocket and retrieved her phone, just as she was about to dial Irene's number the room around her began to spin. That was when she noticed it. Incense burners planted on each corner of the room and they were all lit. The more she inhaled the more the effect of whatever was i
Valerie's eyes were frantically darting from corner to corner and the moment she saw an opening, she took it. Swerving away from him in an instant. “I- uh… I want to get ready for the event later if you don't mind,” she said softly, trying to pacify him. She knew what he wanted at this point and she wasn't willing to give that to him, in all honesty she would rather die than allow this man to sleep with her. Sensing her refusal, he clenched his jaw in anger, his mood changing instantly. His nostrils flared when he exhaled sharply. “Get ready, the driver will be here at 6:00 p.m. sharp, you better not delay us,” he warned and then left the room, banging the door shut behind him. When he was gone, she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, sighing in relief. The longer she stayed here captive, the more she put herself in danger. Even though Melissa had already stated that it was near impossible to escape, she had to try. She had to get out of here. She couldn't let h