SARAH It's been three weeks since I got my gunwound. My eyes wandered around the large and beautifully trimmed lawn that covered a vast landscape of Emilio's mansion as the tires of the car glided in smoothly. I got discharged today and I couldn't be more grateful that I was now free and returning back home. Though my shoulder still felt awfully sore but at least , I am alive and recovering.Emilio never visited me for once in the hospital. Throughout my three weeks of staying that hospital, he never came to check up on me.It was like he had disappeared into thin air, like he never existed in my life. What did I do wrong? Pain clogged in my chest almost making it impossible for me to breathe as I meditated on the traumatic past events. I thinned my lip and pressed them into a thin line to avoid my sobs escaping from within.I begged that man to let me leave on so many occasions but he didn't. The bloody man couldn't sacrifice his stupid ego to listen to the maid he presumably 'bo

SARAH“Turn left,” I said, jabbing my fingers towards the next turn as I craned my neck forward, my eyes searching for the apartment. We've been driving for over an hour, this was the farthest I could get from Emilio. It was also the safest since her house wasn't exactly easy to find. Heck I think I misled the driver like three times before finally getting the right turn. The tires rolled over the stones, making a crunching sound as he came to a stop in front of her apartment.It was a cozy little house nestled in a quiet neighborhood. This was Amanda's house. Amanda was an old friend from highschool. We weren't exactly best friends, but she was a really good friend of mine.She was the only person I could think of as the taxi drove into town. I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I noticed that the lights were on, the bright yellowish hue that painted one of the windows was evidence that at least somebody was home.I got down from the car and shut the door behind me, “I need to speak

SARAH My body still trembled from the shock of everything that had transpired within today. I was propped on the back seat of Emilio's jeep and he drove furiously and speedily on the road.I could tell he was livid, extremely livid and that only aggravated my fear.I took cursory glances of him through the side mirror and the exasperation in his eyes was enough to scare the wits out of me.I pressed my lips together and sobbed within me, tears flowing endlessly. I could have been killed today. If not for Emilio's timely arrival.Am I really that much of a badluck? I put Amanda's life at risk too. God. I sniffed my nose and curled myself up like a ball on the jeep's leather black seat. My clothes literally looked like rags on my body, my hairs were greatly disheveled. Dried blood stains coated a part of my cheeks and bruises decorated my lips. "What were you even thinking Sarah!? Do you know you could have been murdered today!" The words boomed from his lips as his nostrils flared w

SARAHMy eyes snapped open, only to find Grace hovering around me, her concern etched on her face. I jumped upright, startled, my body protesting in a burst of aches and pains. The remnants of the beating Emilio had inflicted throbbed with a dull insistence, a grim reminder of the nightmare I had endured. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. My body still ached from the merciless beating I had endured at the hands of Emilio."Sarah, you're finally awake," Grace said, sounding a bit too cheerful for my current state."Finally?" I questioned, my voice raspy, wondering why she was making it look like I had been comatose for years.She stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. "You've been unconscious for two days.""Two days?" I repeated, disbelief coloring my tone. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had been out for that long.Grace nodded solemnly. "It was touch and go for a while there, but you're a fighter."These past weeks had been a blur of viole

SARAHTHE NEXT DAY I woke up to the persistent sound of knocking on my door.My brows creased as I aroused from my light siesta, "Who is it?" I mumbled, half awake."Miss Sarah, Mr Emilio is around and he demands your presence" the feminine voice informed me to my greatest shock. I shot up from the bed at once, my tremored eyes taking a quick cursory glance at the digital wall clock.It was eight pm. "Miss Sarah did you hear me?" The maid asked once again. I snapped my eyes to gaze at the door and I nodded rapidly, "Y-yes I did. I-I'll b-be down stairs in a minute" Fuck. I'm even stuttering.Just the mere mention of his name is enough to cause a whirlwind of emotions to rampage within me.God I thought he wouldn't be back any time soon. It's been two weeks since he left, couldn't he just make it three or better still four!And why does he want to see me anyways? What have I done this time? He almost flogged me to death and vanished into thin air, leaving me in the care of the maids