The next day, I decided to visit Uncle Elias in the prison. His sentence is life imprisonment, and there is no chance of parole, but for me, that's not enough. He deserved more agonizing and severe punishment for him after knowing what he had done to Annika. He never did anything reasonable in his life anyway.
“Why did you do that?!” I yelled as soon as I saw him approaching. If I could have broken his bones at this moment, I would have done it.“What's done is done, Lucas,” he answered calmly. To my ears, it sounded like he was proud. Sitting before me, I hit my hands on the table. If there were no police guard in the area, I would have already broken his neck and killed him. “There's no benefit in any regrets—”“How many more innocent girls have you robbed of a chance to live a normal life? Aren't you ashamed of what you did? You are disgusting! Most of them are minors! Didn't your body even tremble after you did that horrible thing to tANNIKA POVWho would have thought that all the ordeals Lucas and I encountered in the journey we could overcome by moving to another country?“Mom, hurry up!” Luke got my attention as I looked after them from my instance. “We must take some pictures before the increasing snowfall destroys snowmen,” he continued.My lips parted to give them a genuine smile. It almost reached my ear. My parched and cracked lips became painful due to the freezing weather in the country. The season is winter.“Yeah, I'm coming.”“Be careful, Wifey! You might fall. It's slippery!” Lucas yelled, who was there with Iris and Luke.“Instead of worrying, why don't you come here and lend me a hand? It's dangerous, right?” “You need help?”I rolled my eyes heavenwards. Does that even require to be asked? He could see that I was struggling to step closer to them. Why are the snowmen they made so far from o
The moment I opened my blurry and heavy eyes, I was greeted by a pale white ceiling and surroundings that were somewhat serene. ‘Where am I?’ The first question popped up in my head as I slowly wandered my eyes around.It did not last a few more seconds. All I could do was shut my eyes once more to relieve the pain. My eyes hurt from the intense light coming from the ceiling. Adjustments were still being made. My body felt heavy, and I was barely moving, but I knew that I was still alive.When I attempted to open it once more, I saw a small boy who appeared to be between four and five years old. He is standing next to my bed. Holding one of my hands and gradually pulling my fingernails, one by one. He is obviously bored, and he finds amusement in this. Who is he? For a moment, I'll keep watching him. From my view, I could tell that his eyes were filled with sadness. He threw some glances at my needle-studded hand. His round eyes glance up at me when I slowly press his little palm to
The handsome man earlier who had taken the child entered the room. He is still holding up the boy. He looks very different, devoid of any life or emotion. Right now, his eyes are packed with life unlike earlier. It was full of animosity.“Lucas, what should we do now? Your wife doesn't remember anything!” my mother immediately informed him right away using her raspy and full of concerned voice. “Could it be that bad? Do you know how long can it last?”Eventually, while listening to them silently I found out that he is my husband.”She can't remember anything?” he repeated after a few seconds his eyes boar on me. I couldn't interpret what meaning he wanted me to understand by his actions. He looked concerned with me now about my situation. It was different from earlier. I am sure of that. I don't look away. I stared at him until he was the first one to withdraw his gaze from me.“What do you mean?” he added.Lucas eyes are now directed at the Doctor, who is occupied by scanning the det
My mouth parted in half as I kept an eye on him leaving the room. His long declarations made my sanity more perplexed. He didn't even bother to look back to catch a glimpse of my reaction. Who does he think he is? Can't he see that I don't remember anything? I am not lying! I'm not convinced if he was telling the truth or if he was just accusing me to make me feel bad.The irascibility! Since the time he left the room, he did not return in the evening. Only my parents came back with food. Our son, Luke is also gone.“If you were wondering about your husband and son, they have already returned home. Luke's throwing some tantrum was brought on by the fact that he was exhausted and starving. You can see them again tomorrow. Take some rest. Lucas told us to convey those words to you.”I remained silent. They have not received my response even though I peek at them. I did nothing but focus my concentration on them. I can't help but question whether they are my parents or not. In additi
The words he spoke went straight over my head without a chance for me to process them. My actions earlier may have triggered his response, leading him to behave in this manner. This is his way of showing me his other side."We're here, get down," he snapped at me.I quickly turned to the window and met with his furious expression. He's right, we have arrived at the grand mansion. The car pulled into the garage and halted in front of the main entrance. Without a word, I opened the door and stepped out slowly. I had assumed that he would assist me as he had earlier when we left the hospital, but my expectations were proven wrong. As soon as my feet touched the ground, he sped off, leaving me standing outside with no idea of where he was rushing off to. Perhaps to work? It's possible."Do I live here?" I questioned aloud.I scrutinized the immense mansion from where I stood, but like earlier, it felt like my first time being here. I couldn't sense any familiarity with the place."Come ins
"Lucas!" I called his name once more, the urgency in my voice echoing through the room.He emanates a strong smell of alcohol, causing me to hold my breath as I crouch down to tap his shoulder. My hope was that this would bring him back to consciousness, but alas, he remained in a deep slumber. His hand raised and gestured for me to leave, a clear indication of his unwillingness to be disturbed. With a loud thud, his hand falls back onto the floor, as if it were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. I let out a sigh, realizing that I had no choice but to help him up."Lucas, please, you need to wake up," I stated in a firmer and louder tone.Despite my efforts, he continued to remain unresponsive, his body too heavy for me to lift. Adding to my dilemma, he refused to simply allow me to carry him, instead he wanted to walk around the room. "Lucas," I mumbled once again. I couldn't help but question why he didn't go to work, after all, he was the Mayor. Why would he choose to dri
With a growing urge to urinate, I slowly opened my eyes, moving my body with care. I dreaded waking Lucas from his peaceful sleep, so I cautiously freed myself from his tight embrace. As I changed positions, I felt a sharp pain between my thighs, causing me to wince. Is this a normal occurrence? My memory fails me.Last night with Lucas was wild and, for me, the best moment so far as it's been in months. Perhaps our prolonged abstinence contributed to the intensity of it all. That's the only explanation I can conjure at the moment.Lost in thought, I stared at the bedroom wall for a few minutes. Our bed was huge, but I was pushed to the edge, sandwiched between Lucas and the wall. Behind me, he continued to snore softly, still deep in slumber.But why am I feeling like this now?If I didn't take any fever medicine, I was certain I would fall ill. Is this a normal reaction to being used by him?Strange as it sounds, it's the only explanation I have. I've been in a daze for the past few
Before Luke could respond to my question, and just before I questioned the maids about how they treated me, I noticed Lucas approaching the kitchen door. I could see his wet hair from a long distance. His pungent scent permeates the inner recesses of my nostrils, indicating that he has just taken a shower. There is also a sweet-smelling after-shower gel product that I am unfamiliar with. Everything seemed like something I was experiencing for the first time. I am still trying to figure out how he did it in such a short amount of time. My attention was drawn to the light sky-blue polo shirt he was wearing, which made him appear more attractive. His dark suit is draped over his left arm, hanging there. He is holding a leather bag about the size of a laptop in his right hand. Ready to go, most likely to his office and start working. After all, he is the Mayor, so he should always be swamped. A bodyguard appeared out of nowhere and rushed toward him, grabbing the leather bag from him. Aft