Jared's POV
It all became as clear as day to me when I watched Cassidy's video. I felt like a storm rain had just washed down on me. All this time, Maraïda played me; she made a fool of me, while I sympathized with her sneakiness. I watch with horror as she cut her own self and smudge the blood all over her thighs; as she pretended to scream; as she fake fainted!
I was a such a terrible state that day and to think she was just mocking me.
"Why Maraïda? Why did you do all of this to me? Why did you ruin my life? Why? What did I ever do to you?" She started crying. Her fake tears just made me angrier. I was standing on a bridge between life and death, trying to control my temper, in order not to seriously hurt her.
"You've been playing me for a fool all this time! I lost everything! I lost my wife because of you!" I yelled harshly at her. She shrieked to a corner of the kitchen, not being able to look at
In the third person's POV(10 years later)A blonde woman in a light knee length red floral dress is leaning on a silver - ish pink Range Rover sports. She looks in a hurry; checking on her Gucci watch after every two seconds,"Ellie! Hurry up young lady, we haven't got all day." She keeps staring impatiently at the doors of the flower shop and checking her watch,"Dang it Ellie, come on! We're going to be late for the day. We still have so much to do."A little girl comes out of the shop with a big bouquet of roses obscuring her entire face. Her long blonde hair is dangling from behind her white lace dress paired with a pair of pink flats. Someone follows from behind her with another bunch of flowers, way too big for her hands. The lady in front of the car turns to the little girl, with her blue eyes popping out I surprise,"Ellie! When you said you were getting flowers, I didn
"What did you do then?""You ask as if you don't already know,""I do! But I still want to hear it,""Alright alright! I'll finish it then.I became so confused. I didn't know what to do. I admitted I wasn't in good terms with Maraïda but I could've never wished her death. I had so much on my hand that I became traumatized: on one hand I had Maraïda; she only needed help, love and care, she still had a good chance in life; On the other hand you, innocent! Knowing nothing about what was happening, just wanting to be out and free. Then there was your father in the air, I didn't know if he was ever waking up. It was hard. But I had to be strong for all of you. Then I remembered something. There was a time when Maraïda and Jared had a fight. I remembered promising your mother that day to be a good mother to you. But I also made her another promise...(Flashback
(Ten years later) A five years old little girl in pink ballerina getup is dancing and twirling happily in the middle of a huge living room. Her bright blue eyes are filled with excitement as she jumps about. She stops and runs to the foot of a flight of stairs, "Mummy hurry up! I'm going to miss my show if we are late," her little voice yells, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Gosh! You're so feisty today. And it's the school's show not yours," a woman with similar blue eyes walks majestically down the stairs. Her blonde curls are bouncing just above her shoulders. Her slender fingers are grazing the walls as she steadies herself on each step she takes, while her other hand lays steadily on her already huge bump. She's heavily pregnant. "Where are your stuff?" "Already in the car! Now move a little bit faster!" "Is your father already here?"
It was a cold windy night. Within the windows of a popular strip club in the heart of Manhattan, a young girl's eyes stared across the windows of the cold cell like room. She watched the swaying tree directly across the window, admiring it existence which was very different from hers. She was also checking out the weather outside: it seemed very windy, cold and uncertain; the wind blowing in an opposite direction than usually would. She compared the state of the weather to her life, evrythng about it at the moment seemed wrong; just like her life and how she was feeling at that very moment.It was going to be an unusually cold night. She was very familiar with cold nights; she'd lived through enough of them to know when one was coming on strong. And she knew too that bad things always accompanied cold nights. But this night, she didn't need the weather to know it'll end up bad in every way possible. She was certain of her near future's fate.
Mara's POV.I wasn't sure why I had been crying. I wasn't even sure if what I felt on my face were my tears or the droplets from the shower, but one thing I was sure of were the voids and emptiness I was feeling. I felt numb inside, and drained entirely; emotionally, physically, mentally and if it was possible, spiritually too.I had lost. I was the loser. Practically the story of my life.Loss!The most important person in my life, like every other one of them, had left me too. I was alone. Everyone left me. Everyone died and left me alone. Everyone died excerpt me. Why?My sacrifice was wasted.The only joy I had left; I had lost it, lost her to the icy hands of death! It had taken her away from me for good.I really felt like trash and nothing could bring back to me my sanity. I had so many things going on in my head at that moment, but ju
Bip...bip...bip...That sound.Bip...bip...bip...That annoying sound.I hated that sound.It rang inside my head like a church bell, making it ache and throb; excruciatingly.I wanted to beat hell out of whoever or whatever was making that dead annoying sound.It continued,Bip...bip...bip...How bad was it that I heard that sound and wished it wasn't my heart beating on a life support machine, but a cherubim choir, or a heavenly instrument; hell, I wished it was even the devil's trumpet. I wished it to be anything but what it actually was.How disappointing.I woke up and felt my body aching all over, strained to one position and laid down horizontally on a
Pregnant?How could I be?I wondered how far gone I had been. I had completely forgotten the usual phenomenons that reminded me of womanhood every months. I had missed my period for two months straight and hadn't put in a fist of care as to why. I just thought how good it was to not have to worry about tampons for the past couple of months.Two months ago, I spent a night in a strip club, with a man, a stranger who had his way with me and paid me for it. I needed a huge amount of money for the treatment of my little sick niece. I was desperate; desperate enough to have sold my body to that one man, that one night.I called it my ultimate sacrifice in this life. I made it in vaine though.It was just one time. One time that I didn't feel anything but voids upon voids of complete emptiness. One fucking time!But then, my mama would always tell me before; sometimes, that's all it t
I was pregnant.Jared Shenko was responsible.Jasper Shenko was married.Jared Shenko wanyed to take full responsibility for my pregnancy despite his wife.I still couldn't put my thoughts together, I couldn't get my mind at peace. Everything seemed so surreal; like a dream that wouldn't end. Plus all that, I had one question that kept on coming back to my head,Was I ready to givebit all up?Give what up?That was the one other question that I ended up on after every contemplation I made. What was I going to give to have this child for Jared. I had no dreams or aspirations that I wanted to follow; I had nothing to hold on to as an excuse to not have this baby.What was I going to sacrifice so much for nothing?It wasn't nothing but still; was I ready to sarcastically honor this world with my presence