“What did I do? Why am I under arrest?” Lydia asked the man with brows furrowed deeply. Carson only continued to pull her towards his car.
He had a deep frown as well, he was doing exactly what his friend would have wanted him to do right now.
“For trying to kill yourself, of course” he spat as he shoved her into the car and went over to the driver's seat.
With every passing moment, confusion continued to envelop Lydia, she stared at him and still could not understand why Carson, who had said she was safe a while ago, was now arresting her. Indeed, no one except Khloé loves her.
“When did that become a crime?” She asked as she tried to blink back the tears from flowing down her eyes again.
“You'll know soon,” Carson said to her as he dialed his friend's phone number.
“She still hasn't been found yet, I swear to God, I'll—”
“I found her” Carson cut Nick off. The phone was on speaker, so Lydia could hear their discussion.
“You found the girl? My patient?” Nick asked in surprise. A chill ran down her spine when she guessed who he was speaking to. She had run away from the hospital without paying or informing him.
“Yes. And you should see what she was about to do” Carson turned to smile at her. Her heart practically dropped to her stomach as she placed her hands in a pleading position, begging him not to tell on her.
“What?” Nick asked and Carson, being the Carson he was, ignored her plead and blabbered about how he had saved her from committing suicide.
“Take her straight to the station!” Nick spat in anger, “How dare she try to kill herself after I had worked my ass out to save her life”.
Lydia bit her tongue, her eyes met with Carson, whose eyes were dancing in excitement.
“You don't need to tell me twice. We are on our way to the station as I speak” he informed.
Nick said something about meeting them there, and the call ended. If one could kneel in a car, Lydia would have done that already.
“Please, please…. I beg you. Don't do this to me” she said in panic. Her eyes dull as her body trembles.
“I didn't mean to, I was only frustrated. The only thing I hold dearly, my only reason to live, was taken from me…” she hiccuped with her pale, tear-streaked face.
“Khloé is my life,” she continued, “She is my only friend and lover. She was taken from me. My husband hates me… he… he doesn't want me to have anything to do with them again. I'm dying already… I… I don't have anywhere to go, I don't know whom to pay my bills… I don't have whom to turn to. I'm alone in this world and my only source of strength has been taken from me” Lydia stuttered with tears and a heavy heart.
Carson had parked the car beside the road a long time ago, as he couldn't concentrate on his driving. A pitiful woman crying her eyes out in his car, his heart ached for her. Her eyes were swollen and the wounds on her face were still visible. He still can't understand how a normal human being would beat a lady this way when they were not in the ring for boxing or wrestling.
“Okay, calm down. I'll let…” he couldn't believe he was doing this, but he said it anyway,
“I'll let you stay at my house for just a few days until you get yourself back up. But you'll have to tell me exactly why your husband whom you married with your eyes wide open would do this to you”.
Lydia didn't find any offense in his words, although he tried to make it sound like it. Instead, she was happy that she would have a place to lay her head and that wasn't the station
“Thank you, thank you. Please, I know you can help me. I know you can,” Lydia sighed with hope in her eyes again.
Carson frowned at her words, but didn't say another word. He ignited the car before driving off, and they both remained silent until they got home.
“We're here” he announced as he turned off the engine and came down from the car.
He began walking into the house, but didn't hear the car open or her footsteps behind him, so he paused with a frown.
“Hey, I said you can come down. We are at my house already” he said to her as he began to walk back to the car.
She didn't make any attempt to come down, so he pulled the car open with gritted teeth,
“You gat to be—” he paused when he noticed she wasn't moving. He tapped her gently, but she didn't move,
“Hey,”
He noticed her delicate form seemed fragile and vulnerable, with a shadow underneath her closed eyes and her pale skin.
“Fuck!” He cussed when he realized that she had fainted. His heart thudded against his chest, and fear gritted him.
In a hurry, Carson picked Lydia up in his arms and carried her into his house.
“Good evening Sir Carson” his maid greeted, but he didn't reply but only rushed into one of the rooms to place Lydia on the bed.
He dialed his friend's number afterward,
“Hey Nick, you need to come over, she fainted,” He said in a rush. Beads of sweat formed on his brows.
“Yes, I'm at the police station already,” Nick replied. But Carson instantly cut him off,
“No, not the station. My house”
“She is at your house? What is she doing there?”
Carson sighed before looking at Lydia, her face pale, her eyes swollen, and her face still covered with bruises. Why would she not faint?
“I just told you, she fainted”
“Huh, how's that our problem? Let her die, even. I thought she wanted to die a while ago”
“Can you just come here?” He sighed. Although he wasn't the kind to pity someone, he really wanted to know what the hell she did that made her husband turn her into a punching bag.
After a while of silence, he heard his friend spat out,
“I'm not coming!”
Feeling the soft mattress under her, Lydia hummed and moved comfortably on her bed. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar room, and began to wonder where she was. Her body ached, and her stomach grumbled in hunger. Still, on the bed, she began to recall all that happened. She looked around to confirm whether she was in prison or not. A smile formed on her lips, she was so happy that she not only did not die last night, but she also didn't sleep in jail. With a groan, she tried to stand up from the bed when she heard a lady's cry from outside, and she furrowed her brows. She slowly got up from the bed before making her way to the door. She noticed her hospital gown had been changed to a big gown. As she walked she thought, what was she thinking, he must have a wife, and the woman might be having an argument with him right now because he had brought a lady to their house. She needs to clarify things. Slowly, she traced her way to where the noise wa
Lydia watched as a pretty lady walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in black trousers and a sky-blue top, she tucked her top into her trousers. She was looking so pretty that even Lydia could not get her eyes off her. She had the aura of miss gorgeous and her hair was pinned so beautifully. Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but no words seemed to come out of her mouth. She couldn't help but marvel. What she didn't understand is why Carson would lie that he wasn't married when he had such a beauty as a wife. “Marian, you're late,” Carson said with a calm voice. And I noticed he was speaking to the lady. He carried the little boy in his arms as he observed the lady. “I'm sorry, Mr. Carson. The traffic was bad after going to pick up Gary from Grandpa. He made me wait because Gary wanted some cookies from Miranda” she explained so fluently that Lydia kept blinking at how good the girl was.“That's okay if it's for Gary, why not?” He dropped the smiling boy on the counter before as
“Why didn't you do anything?” She asked Carson when Marian was out of sight. She knew if he had asked Marian to give Gary a break, she would have obeyed. “Who else knows how to take care of Gary so well aside from her? She knows the best way to discipline him”. “But…” she paused, but Carson continued to watch her, waiting for her to speak. He could clearly see the displeasure on her face and the pain as well. He wondered how she could feel for someone she had just met. She wanted to cry for a child she had met not even up to an hour ago. Her husband had made her go through hell, yet she was still sweet and caring, he shook his head in wonder. “Good morning, Mr. Carson. Good morning ma'am” An older woman walked into the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am, Anny. This is Lydia, my client. Lydia this is ma'am Anny, my cook and housekeeper”. “Hello, ma'am. Good morning” Lydia greeted with a little bow while Ma'am Anny scoffed, “Call me Anny instead” Although Lydia didn't feel it was righ
After breakfast, as Carson had said it, he made sure Lydia went shopping for a few clothes she could wear instead of wearing big old Ma'am Anny's gowns. Looking at Lydia in the mall, Carson could tell that the woman was scared of selecting the clothes she'll like to buy. He noticed when they stepped into the shop, her eyes caught a beautiful red skirt but when she checked the amount she pulled her hand away so speedily as if the clothes were fire. Taking note of that particular skirt, he gestured for the sales lady to package that particular skirt without her knowing. Lydia kept walking around the shop without picking anything. She was more concerned about the amount of the outfit. After a while, she came to stand in front of Carson, “I don't think they have the kind of clothes I wear, can we go somewhere else?” She asked and he raised his brows,“Are you sure? I mean, there are a lot of outfits here, and I can see they are beautiful. If you didn't like them, you wouldn't look at
“Lydia, hope you are ready?” Lydia heard Carson's voice from the outside as she dressed up.“Will be out in a minute” she yelled, so he could hear her. It was Monday, the day she had been waiting for. She was more than ready, especially when she had stayed days without Khloé. Now she is willing to do anything to get her Khloé.Dressed in a black skirt and blue long - sleeves top, she came out of her room looking different.Carson held his breath when he saw her. He was shocked to see her this smart and beautiful. Since he met her, she had always had a sad and pitiful face on that he wondered how she would be able to act smart in front of George. “I don't need to ask if you're ready anymore” he smiled. He was glad that the bruises and every trace of weariness were out.“I think I'm ready” she replied with a nod. As they began to step out, Lydia asked, “Where is Gary?” “Marian has taken him to school. He should be back home by 12 pm” “Oh,” was all Lydia could say. She would have l
Carson continued to stare at Lydia in awe. He had been scared that he'll have to do with what she can give. He never expected that she'll give this much. She was taking the lead more than he ever expected her to. She kept surprising him, filling him with wonder.Firstly was how she had dressed up so fine and smart, no one will even suspect that she was once beaten into a lump a few days ago. Next, she had held on and waited for him to come before she stepped into the house, even when her daughter was screaming in pain.Another was how she didn't rush to her daughter even when she found her on her knees receiving strokes from her worse enemy. And now she was even speaking so boldly that he wondered if there was any other woman that can beat Lydia when it comes to being courageous.“I ask again, where is George?” Her voice this time held a chill that caused Alma to shiver.“Oh hello, my beautiful wife” George answered from up the stairs as he walked down gently holding Lydia's gaze. Th
“Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you too much?” Lydia asked as she pulled Khloé into her lap. Khloé only rested her head on Lydia's breast and held her tightly as she hiccuped while Carson quietly drove back home. When they got back home, Carson let them go in and asked Anny to take care of them before leaving the house. He still needed to go to work. “How was it?” Anny asked Lydia, who was staring into space after putting Khloé to sleep. Lydia shook her head as she took the glass of cold water from Anny. “He refused to sign the divorce papers” Her voice broke, and she immediately burst into tears. Anny pulled her into her embrace and she caressed her back. “I… I… I just don't want Mr. Carson to get stressed because of me. I don't even have the money to pay” “It's okay. Carson knew something like this would happen. He knew what was coming and trust me, he is more prepared than you think” Anny tried to comfort her. Lydia could only cry as she thought of what would happen to t
“This is my daughter, Khloé" Lydia replied as she asked Khloé to come sit next to her, but Khloé kept staring at Gary. She pointed to Gary who kept hugging Lydia like Lydia belonged to him and asked, “Who is he?” “He is Gary” Lydia replied“Gary” Khloé tested his name in her mouth before a wide smile spread on her lips,“He is very handsome, is he my brother?” The living room turned quiet, “Yes,” Anny immediately replied before Marian could. She could see that Marian was about to say something stupid and Lydia was left tongue-tied, so she spoke up herself.“Yes, isn't he the most beautiful boy ever? Just like you, my child, you are so beautiful,” Anny smiled and Khloé nodded,“Thank you” She didn't go to sit, instead she walked over to stand in front of Gary before stroking his hair“Hi Gary, I'm your big sister. My name is Khloé" Gary's eyes twinkled, and he immediately let go of Lydia to stare at Khloé. He loved the touch Khloé was giving. He has been feeling the same touch for