I was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. My chest heaved with each breath as I tried to catch my breath. I felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't stop the tears from my eyes. It felt like an eternity. Eventually, the sobs subsided, and I was left with a hollow feeling in my chest. My tears eventually stops and took a deep breath. The world around me seemed to come back into focus, but everything felt different now. The pain was still there, but it was duller, more manageable.I knew that I would have to face the world again, to pick up the pieces and move on. But for now, all I could do was sit there and try to come to terms with what had happened. The tears may have stopped, but the pain would stay with me for a long time.“You can’t even fathom what he did to me… My words trailed off, my mind reeling as my focus shifted away from Eden. In a sudden, jarring movement, he seized my arm and spun me towards the ta
I was rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest. Was he seriously offering me a bribe to keep quiet, or was this just another one of his twisted games? He nonchalantly ripped a cheque from his book and began to write.I stood there, my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion. Did he feel no guilt, no shame after everything I had laid bare to him, or was he so lost in his own world that he couldn’t see the truth?“Here’s a cheque for 100k dollars,” he declared with an unsettling calmness.“100k dollars?” I repeated, the words barely a whisper. The sight of the cheque sent shockwaves through me. This was a life-changing amount of money that could solve so many of my problems.“If you’re willing to tell me who you’re working for, there’s more where that came from,” he added, dangling the cheque in front of me like bait. A voice inside me screamed at me to take it. Just think about what I could do with that money. I could not only pay my rent but buy my own place and finally e
EDEN POVI stood there, just outside the building, my heart pounding in my chest. The crowd around me was a blur, their voices a distant hum in my ears. My eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding before me.The police car’s lights flashed, casting an eerie glow on the girl they were leading away. She was the one who had attacked me, I don't know if she was telling me the truth. Or was lying to me?Why would she lie to me? what was the reason? I know, she weren't doing it for money I offered her money more than she could get in her entire life but she refused to take it.I had a million questions for her but I don't have a single answer I looked at her, Her face was a mask of defiance, even as they pushed her into the back seat.As the car pulled away, a wave of emotions washed over me. Relief, anger, confusion… but most of all, an overwhelming sense of helplessness. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into an abyss.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into m
The deputy, a stern figure of authority, gestured for the officer who had escorted me to his office to wait outside. The heavy oak door closed with a resounding thud, leaving me alone in the room, my heart pounding with anticipation and a sense of foreboding.As the echo of the closing door faded, I turned my attention back to the deputy. His stern gaze met mine as I began to plead my case. “Sir,” I implored, my voice echoing in the silence of the room, “I assure you, I am innocent. This is a setup. My actions were purely in self-defense against that monster. He’s the real criminal here. He’s the one who should be locked up, not me.”Before the deputy could respond, a sudden movement caught my eye. A man in the room abruptly stood up and turned towards me. His sudden presence was like a punch to the gut, leaving me speechless. Why was he here? What more did he want from me? Hadn’t he already succeeded in turning my life upside down?“You’re nothing but a liar; you wanted to kill me, t
quickly jumped on my feet as the door open and a female police officer stepped through the door and informed me I have visitors. And a sense of relieve wash over me. It must be Robin and Heather.I nodded my head and the officer led me to the room. As I was led into the room, I took in the surroundings. A solitary table sat in the center, surrounded by three chairs. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The faint hum of a fluorescent light was the only sound that filled the silence.The table, worn by time and use, bore the marks of countless conversations. Each scratch and stain a testament to the stories it had silently witnessed. The chairs, though not luxurious, seemed inviting in their own way." You can have a seat! I'll bring them."I I found myself sinking into the chair, my fingers instinctively exploring the intricate patterns carved into the table. The dim lights bathed everything in a soft, otherworldly glow, setting the stage for a silent
Are you suggesting that Biddy has secured a lawyer?” I blurted out, my eyes widening in surprise. I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on Heather who was seated directly across from me. I had just referred to her mother as ‘Biddy’, a nickname not particularly endearing.Heather’s eyebrows furrowed, her lips forming a tight line. “Watch your words! That’s my mother you’re talking about,” she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of indignation.Robin, who had been quietly observing our exchange, decided to chime in. “Technically speaking, she’s your stepmother,” he corrected me, his tone matter-of-fact. I felt a pang of guilt and quickly apologized to Heather.I cleared my throat, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “Do you think your mother’s lawyer could assist me?” I asked Heather, my voice hopeful. But before she could respond, the stern-faced policewoman returned to our room.“Visiting hours are over,” she announced curtly. I pleaded with her for a few more minut
Stassie POVTwo Days laterIt’s been a couple of days since my last conversation with Robin and Heather. The silence from their end is deafening, leaving me in a state of uncertainty. I’m left wondering if they’re even making any efforts to rescue me from this predicament. My mind is a tumultuous storm of negative thoughts, questioning if they’ve deserted me in this challenging time, just like others have in the past when I needed them the most.A sense of despair washes over me, and I find myself questioning my worth. If they’ve indeed abandoned me, then I yearn for divine intervention. The thought of continuing to live in this state is unbearable; I yearn for release. The heartache and suffering are too much for me to bear. What did I do to deserve this?Tears well up in my eyes, spilling over and tracing a wet path down my cheeks. The cell feels smaller, the walls closing in on me as I’m overwhelmed by a wave of despair. “Why am I always the one chosen for these trials?” I whisper
After what felt like an eternity of deafening silence, the echo of footsteps gradually grew louder, signaling the approach towards my cell. My heart pounded in my chest as I sprang to my feet, anticipation coursing through my veins. The door creaked open to reveal a stern-faced female officer. Her words, “You have a visitor,” sent a jolt of hope through me. A smile slowly spread across my face, brightening the gloom of my cell. I knew it had to be Robin and Heather. Their presence always brought a ray of sunshine into my life, and I found myself silently praying that they were the bearers of good news this time.The harsh reality of my surroundings was becoming unbearable. The constant threat from volatile inmates, their minds clouded by substances, was a nightmare that haunted me day and night. They targeted me for reasons unknown, their hostility unprovoked and relentless.Before I knew it, I found myself walking down the cold, dimly lit corridor of the police station. Each step ech