Fairy tales always end in a happy ending; girls are taught that love is beautiful and magical from an early age. Everything will always be like a fairy tale... unfortunately, real life is not so magical and beautiful. And not all fairy tales end in a happy ending.
"Mgh, agh. "
A woman with messy auburn hair was bidding in a latrine, a huge pain in her stomach was killing what little strength she had, and sweat was pouring down her forehead as a symbol of the effort.
"Colette, are you still there?" asks a young woman with black curls and honey eyes through the curtain that separates one latrine from another.
Colette answered with another moan of pain, digging her fingernails into her legs. She didn't know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity, the dampness of the putrid place coupled with the dim lighting made Colette more nervous.
"I told you that you should have taken that infusion; if you had listened to me, you wouldn't take as long to shit as you do now," complained Bibi with a grimace.
"Shut up... and give me your hand... Agh!" she murmured weakly.
"Just because I agreed to be your friend doesn't mean..."
"Bibi!" she shouted desperately, scaring her cellmate. She rolled her eyes and pulled the curtain between her and her friend to see Colette squirming. Bibi grimaced, saving her scolding, and took her friend's hands.
"Okay, Colette, breathe, relax and concentrate."
It was common for many girls to have problems defecating for Bibi, so she always ordered artichoke tea every month. However, Colette's situation was not normal, her legs were too wide open, and she was sweating too much. The emerald-eyed young woman gave one last scream, cutting off the circulation in Bibi's hands, feeling the thing that had been torturing her for hours come out from inside her.
Neither of the two young women imagined what was happening.
"It's a baby!" Bibi screamed in horror, suddenly dropping her hands and pulling back, seeing the terrified face of her friend who rushed to take the child in her arms.
The bathroom burst into high-pitched cries from the new creature, frightening the girls in the room. Colette looked at the child dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
She had been pregnant all this time and never found out, never even had symptoms, or had her period cut off. In the seven months, she had been in that prison; no one had ever touched her; it was impossible that...
Colette opened her eyes enormously as she concluded that the only person with whom she had shared intimacy was her great love Donel Dunn, a mercenary who came unannounced into her life. She immediately cleaned the baby with her worn clothes, looking for some glass to cut the umbilical cord.
"Bibi, I need something sharp," she whispered. Tiredness was getting the better of her- Bibi.
The mentioned one was still in shock on the dirty floor, looking at the whole scene with her mouth open; she couldn't understand how a living being had come out of her friend's body that, instead of gaining weight, was only going down.
Colette found a small glass near the latrine and shakily picked it up, cut the cord, and tried to control the baby's crying by lulling it in her arms. The heavy military boots could be heard nearby, creating a more tense atmosphere. Bibi got up quickly and pulled the curtain to hide them while Colette hurried to breastfeed the newborn to quiet him.
"Shhh baby, be quiet," she murmurs, pressing the tiny, squealing infant more against her breast.
"Bath time is over," a guard with a dry voice spoke from the other side, making Colette's heartbeat faster. If he found out that she had given birth to Donel's child, she wasn't sure what atrocities he would do.
"I know I've only had a few problems."
Bibi was a good liar compared to Colette, who wouldn't fool a fly.
"The boss will be here soon, and you of all people know that he doesn't like to wait."
He stepped forward to intimidate the twenty-two-year-old, taking a head's height from her. The shadows made that fearful guard's face a hideous work of art; Bibi forced herself to hold his gaze for a few seconds, lowering it like an obedient submissive.
"I won't make him wait, I swear."
"You have five minutes, and so does your friend," that giant, with a cold look, took the curtain, intending to pull it. Colette stopped breathing; her whole body became so tense that it hurt.
The girl with auburn curls interposed herself between the guard and the curtain, standing very close to that demon. Bibi was a beautiful woman, large and hypnotizing eyes the color of honey, small and pointed nose, fleshy and pink lips with a slightly sweet taste, that despite the poor diet she had, kept a little of her attributes, making her more irresistible. Bibi was the temptation in person, and more than one guard had been lost in her gaze.
Without permission or authorization, that guard took the cheekbones of the young woman joining her lips in a salivating kiss that only provoked disgust in Bibi.
"Don't belong."
Colette wept with anger and gratitude as darkness took over her body. She hated that her parents objected to the fairytale love she had with Donel and forced her best friend, Elliot Craig, to marry her. She hated Elliot's sick jealousy and all the barbarities he had done to her.
"Colette, I need you with me, conscious, please. "
The begs of her only friend in that hell sounded far away; she had lost a lot of blood, the effort of pushing for hours and not having taken a single drop of water was taking hers and the baby's life away, and with that, the last gift that Donel had left her.
When Colette woke up, she was lying in her cell with wet gauze on her forehead. She sat up abruptly, remembering what had happened in the bathroom, dizzy from the little strength in her system.
"M-My baby- she stammered, tugging at the rocky floor."
"Sh, it's okay, you need to calm down," her friend tried to calm her down without success.
"My baby"
"He's alive, by miracle," murmured the black-haired woman, "and so are you, so try to calm down and drink this."
Bibi handed her a glass of hot tea and then took the baby wrapped in old blankets out of the shadows.
"It's not long since he fell asleep again; he's been banging these days," she complained in a low voice, looking at the mother and child.
"What happened?"
A small part of Colette wished it was all a horrible nightmare.
"You fainted, and as best I could, I hid the child and took you to the nursery. You were dying."
"Does Elliot know?" she asked fearfully, finishing her tea.
"Not yet, but he suspects something. He asked to see you once you woke up. "
Bibi shrinks a little as she is talking about the head of that prison; only Colette dared to call him by his name.
Once Colette finished her tea and sat leaning against the wall, Bibi passed her son, who was more tender in his asleep than awake. Silence reigned in the cell; neither knew what would happen next but trouble.
"You must get rid of that child," said the black-haired girl a few minutes later.
"I won't do it; it's a gift from heaven" she smiles fondly at the little boy.
"A gift from hell," Bibi corrected, annoyed "do you realize that this child will bring you a lot of problems? And me too. If he finds out..."
"He's not going to find out," she interrupted abruptly.
"I told you he suspects something, and as conspiracy-paranoid as he is, he can imagine anything, Colette."
"I'm not going to kill a human being; he's my son" Bibi rolled her eyes, snorting in annoyance. "I'll find a way to get him out... and if Elliot finds out, I won't say you were involved. It will all be my fault."
Life was not as rose-colored as the young emerald-eyed girl believed, love was more dangerous than she imagined and more treacherous than any movie or her parents could have taught her. Her best friend had gone mad, and after Donel's death, she no longer had the will to live. That's why Colette so admired the helpless little creature in her arms, because it was the only light in her life, and she would not let anything or anyone extinguish the only reason to keep her going.
"No one will hurt you as long as I am here, my brave little Oliver."
-16 years later- Dry blows and slight moans were what could be heard in that humid and grim place. A golden-haired man was concentrating on destroying the boy's body in front of him, anger and hatred blinded him, and he would not stop at any moment. The boy had to die, but before that prize, he had to pay for what he had done, he had taken away the source of his happiness, and it was something Elliot Craig could not bear. -You deserve this, you scum- his large hands grabbed a fistful of the young man's brown hair and lifted him off his feet without sensitivity, drawing another slight whimper from him- You deserve this pain, repeat it! He brought his head down again, roughly delivering a blow to his stomach and ribs. For Elliot Craig,
The three youngsters listened attentively to what a guard with friendly copper eyes was telling them. It was crazy for the three of them to accept the challenge; after all, they had nothing to lose; if they succeeded in getting out of Elliot Craig's domain, they would have the chance to live a decent life like normal people, but if they failed... well, it was certain that they would die and stop suffering for eternity. "Did you understand?" asked the guard, looking at the kids who were trying to memorize the improvised map he had made. The trio nods; although they had many questions inside them, none of them dared to speak without Emer's or any other guard's permission. "Well, you must get to the Gold Star as soon as possible once you are outside. I will be waiting for you there before the first snowfall. I will take you to a safe place," he explains again, wishing the three youths could understand him, "I left the gates half open and disabled the secur
The light of dawn, along with the sound of birds and the slight movement of the boat hitting something, wakes Oliver up, making him close his eyes for a few moments to get used to the strange sunlight. Once his sight adapts to the new surroundings, his drowsy face changes to one of surprise and admiration for the incredible scenery he has never seen before. There were so many colors, so much light, and so much peace that on the boy's lips, a big smile appeared, the first in a long time. Then he felt his stomach churn, and the null aliment he possessed inside was returned to the outskirts of the small boat. His hands gripped the bard tightly as the pain in his ribs and throat made him twitch. Oliver wasn't used to being on a ship, and the constant movement throughout the night had made him so dizzy that he fell unconscious. Once his body gave everything back, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his torn shirt, trying to regulate his breathing. "Hey, what do
Oliver was once again running through the huge streets of the unknown location, being chased by a group of officers in an attempt to find the famous money and The Gold Star. The officers thought he was just another lowlife looking for someone to rob, and Oliver thought Mr. Craig's men had found his whereabouts. The light and activity in the city changed as the hours passed, and that was another factor that had the brown-haired boy dismayed; however, he had no time to admire the city and wonder why the light disappeared as he ran as fast as his tired feet would allow. "Stop in the name of the law!" The ground was also changing; instead of being smooth and rough, it was now uneven; some parts were earthy and others itchy. The huge buildings and noisy cars were gone, replaced by trees and dry grass. The boy was exhausted. Since he woke up, he had not had a great rest, and the wounds caused by that demon were still fresh some of them even opened by the movement i
Raindrops fell on his body, bringing him peace. He had been deciding whether to leave the cave or stay inside listening to the rain crashing, Chrystal Daly fell asleep after introducing herself, and Oliver made a small fire to warm up... however, the desire to go out and enjoy the famous rain was stronger than the tiredness and the cold. The corners of his lips lifted into a smile, and then a light chuckle escaped his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy that he had the urge even to laugh; it was so much better than he had imagined. The sound of each drop hitting the ground irregularly, the smell it emanated, and how soothing it was to his body and soul was a thousand times better than hearing it under the ground. Oliver raised his arms and wiped his face with the water, his hands and arms. "It's even more beautiful than what you told me, mother." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Over here!" Gunshots and screams could be heard all over the place, upsetting the nerves of both teenagers who were running for another exit. They had not waited long when Oliver turned around to escape; they ought to do the same, turning to the right freedom felt closer. They ran towards the boats still being chased by a group of guards who managed to hurt the blond's left arm. "Jack!" shouts the black-haired woman. "Go away!" "What are you saying?" She didn't want to go alone in that boat, she wasn't as strong and independent as Oliver and Jack, she had accepted this craziness because she wouldn't be alone. "Stop acting like a hero, you idiot!" Annette bent down to help the blond stand up, placing her healthy arm around his neck, with the other hand she holds him by the waist and they both move forward a couple of meters before the guards arrive for them. "No!" "Let her go, it was my...mgh!" O
Oliver didn't keep track of how many days he had gone without healthy food and how slowly he was recovering from his last punishment. He was tired, sore, and sick. Maybe, last night he should have slept more instead of enjoying the beautiful, freezing rain. Even so, he had to move forward; he thought that he would regain his strength by eating a little and drinking.When they left the forest, Oliver had to hold back a grunt because of how annoying the noises, the people, and everything around him was. He felt afraid again; there was a lot of light, and he felt all eyes on him. He had to endure it and adapt if he wanted to be free.The way to Chrystal Daly's house was tortuous, and the redhead had to help him in the last meters because his feet could no longer support his weight and the pain in his torso.“I'm sorry,” muttered the green-eyed boy, once inside the house.“Nothing's wrong,” she answered instantly, “I think you sh
Chrystal was undecided on what to do. She never imagined that the boy would faint in front of her, but if he fainted, it was because something was wrong with him. She thought that his face was not the only injured area. He was walking slowly and limping on his way home; she offered him help, but Oliver immediately refused her.She picked up Oliver's unconscious body and carried him to one of the couches in the living room. She couldn't take him to the hospital in the rain, or he would get sick. She hurried to get some gauze and cold water to regulate his temperature, and a couple of warm blankets as well. When she had everything she needed, she placed the cold water-soaked gauze on the boy’s forehead, then the socks. She thought for a second if it was wise to treat the bruises on his face and find out if there were more injured areas, like his feet.If she waited for him to wake up and ask him if he wanted help, Oliver would probably refuse with mute words...no,