Freda’s POVI blinked my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light piercing through the window. I was feeling groggy and disoriented as I slowly opened my eyes.“Sleepyhead” I heard someone say from beside me, as my vision cleared, I saw Hardin sitting beside my bed, his face filled with concern. Anger and pain surged through me as I realized that the same person who had put me in this condition was now taking care of me and acting with all concern.My heart pounded in my chest, and I struggled to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging within me. How could he do this to me? He knew fully well how his action was going to affect me but he didn't care to stop. How could he hurt me so deeply and then act like he cared?The sight of Hardin's face smiling at me only fueled my anger. I wanted to scream at him, to unleash all the pain and frustration that had been building inside me. But instead, I found myself trapped in a suffocating silence, unable to form coherent thoughts
Freda’s POV“I don't feel too well Hardin,” I said as we got out of the car, Hardin hadn't said any word to me since we left the house, I felt like he was still angry about what I said earlier but what I don't understand is why he cares about what I thought of him.“You are fine Freda, just stop fidgeting” he replied without looking at me.“What are we doing here?”I asked looking all confused “It's a casino Freda, they do all kinds of things in a casino” his reply was enough reason for me not to ask any further questions. As soon as we walked in, I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me. The sights and sounds assaulted my senses, overwhelming me with a mixture of excitement and unease.The flashing lights and ringing of slot machines filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony that seemed to echo my inner turmoil. I glanced around, taking in the scene before me. People huddled around tables, their faces a mix of concentration and anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of ciga
Freda’s POV“Why did you agree for me to see her” I asked curiously as the car came to a stop, Hardin came down from the car ignoring my question, I followed him from behind and asked again. “Are you really taking me to her?”“Do you want to see your best friend or not?” Hardin said, answering my question with a question. I could tell he didn't have time for my nonsense.“Yes I want to see her, I just want to know if there is a price” I replied calmly, this was the first time Hardin was granting my request without much persuasion, I needed to be sure he didn't have another motive.“There is no price, Freda,” he said as he stopped and waited for me to catch up, “Even if there is a price, it's something your body can pay for” he turned to look at me as his lips curved into a smile.I looked away angrily when I realized what he meant, but I couldn't deny the excitement I was feeling between my legs. I hate that he makes me feel this way without even trying.As we walked into the dimly li
Freda’s POV“That can’t be true,” I said to Miranda, I was finding it hard to believe that Hardin would kill Jake, I mean what did Jake do to him?“I don’t know Freda, just be careful, that’s all” Miranda replied acting all concerned for me, I know Hardin is a bad person but I don’t know what he would aim to gain by killing Jake.“I will get you out of here Miranda, for the main time just hold on” I assured her, I wasn’t sure how I would get her out of there but I would find a way sooner or later.“Freda!” The call of my name from behind the door jolted us, it was Hardin calling to probably tell me that my time was up.“I will miss you, please be careful and take good care of yourself,” Miranda said sadly as he gave me a tight hug.“Hang in there okay, it won’t be long” I replied, I couldn’t control the tears that rolled down my eyes as I walked out of the door.When I got outside I saw Hardin standing at the front of the door, when he noticed I was crying he brought out a handkerchie
Freda’s POVAs I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face, I couldn't believe that Jake was gone. It was a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster of memories and regrets. Despite the pain he had caused me, the cheating, and the unkind words, a part of me still mourned the loss. No matter what Jake has done he doesn’t deserve to die like this, especially not in the hands of Hardin.I tried to make sense of my conflicting emotions. How could I grieve for someone who had hurt me so deeply? It was as if my heart refused to let go of the good times we had shared, the moments of laughter and connection. The memories flooded my mind, intertwining with the pain and the hurt, making it difficult to untangle my emotions.I was crying so loud now, that I wanted to allow myself to remember the person Jake used to be before everything went wrong. I reminded myself that people are not simply defined by their mistakes but by the sum of their experiences and the impact they had on our lives. And e
Freda’s POVAs I stood in front of the mirror, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions, Hardin had asked me to dress up and go out with him, but my heart was still mourning Jake. The pain of losing him was still fresh even though our part didn't end well, I wasn't sure if I was ready to move on.But, I felt like I had no choice. I didn't want to see Hardin hurt anyone else, especially Miranda and I didn't want to cause any more pain myself. So, with a heavy sigh, I began to get dressed.I picked out an outfit that I thought would please Hardin, but as I put it on, it felt like I was wearing a disguise. Each piece of clothing I reluctantly chose felt like a betrayal of my feelings. It was as if I was putting on a show, pretending to be okay when deep down, I was far from it.As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the sadness in my eyes. The vibrant colors and stylish ensemble I wore seemed to clash with the heaviness in my heart. It was a stark reminder
Freda’s POVAs Andre approached, my heart started to race. I tried to act casual, pretending not to notice him, but it was impossible to ignore his presence. The once carefree atmosphere suddenly felt suffocating, and I couldn't shake off the discomfort all I could think of was how Hardin would react if he found him here.“Hi,” I replied causally, giving him the vibe of of don't want to speak with you. I could feel the weight of Hardin’s disapproval lingering in the air. The memory of his anger and hurt flashed in my mind, making me question every move I made. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might trigger another outburst.“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Andre said as he walked towards me. With each step he took closer, my anxiety intensified. I desperately searched for an escape route, a way to avoid the impending confrontation. But it seemed like fate had a different plan for me that day.As Andre finally reached me, I mustered up the courage
Freda’s POV“Shut down fuck up Freda!” Hardin yelled as I tried to explain to him that the situation wasn't what it seemed like. The fear that coursed through me was indescribable. As the water dripped from my body, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my hands trembled uncontrollably.At that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The droplets of water fell from my wet hair, creating a symphony of tiny splashes on the ground. But instead of finding solace in the familiar sound, it only heightened my anxiety.“Stay the fuck away from her Andre,” said turning his attention back to a bleeding Andre, I was surprised Andre didn't make any effort to hit him back. He just stood there and let Hardin humiliate him.I could feel the cold sensation of the water trailing down my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms. It was as if my body was trying to physically shake off the fear that had taken hold of me. Each drop of water seemed to magnify the intensity of the situat