“Morning, Baby girl. I made you your favorite breakfast.” He looked at me from the dining room.
I went to him to give him a kiss. “Morning, Damian. Thank you for preparing breakfast.”
I sat down on my seat and looked at the omelet in front of me. My favorite, but why did it smell unappetizing? I loved his omelets, they always tasted good. Maybe there was something wrong with my sense of smell.
I cut a small portion and brought it to my mouth. I chewed it, and the taste made me sick. I stood up and ran to the bathroom where I threw up again in the toilet.
“Baby girl!” Damian rushed toward me and stroked my back until I finished throwing up.
What's wrong with me? Did Jeremiah affect me this much until I couldn’t even eat? It had been a few days, and I wasn’t having a panic attack; I had taken my medications. I could sleep just fine, w
It had been five days, and I still felt as bad as when Jeremiah messaged me. I kept vomiting and even fainted a few times. Damian kept persuading me to go to the hospital with him, but I told him I was okay. I had a runny nose, so I thought it was just a common cold.It was still difficult for me to eat. Most foods made me throw up. The only thing that I could eat was the porridge that Damian cooked for me, and nothing else.Damian was concerned, but I managed to assure him that I was okay, that I just had a common cold. He wanted to cancel all his meetings to take care of me, but I wouldn’t let him do it. All his meetings were important, and I couldn’t keep him away from his business just because I had a cold.“Baby girl, please let me know if you are feeling worse,” he reminded me as he went out. He had been saying that for God knew how many times a day.“I will, Damia
“Damian, I’m going to the hospital later on,” I told him while I helped him get ready for his meeting. “Hospital? Are you okay, Baby girl?” His voice, as always, was full of concern. “Yeah. I just need to get medicines for my nose. The one I've been taking doesn’t seem to do anything.” Well, it was true. I still had a stuffy nose, though it wasn’t why I was going to the hospital for. “I’ll go with you,” he offered. “No, you’ll need to go to your meeting, and then you will need to meet Marco about the restaurant.” I smoothed out his lapels. “I can cancel,” he said softly. I rolled my eyes and just stared at him. He knew what I meant by that. I would never allow him to cancel meetings just for me. “Okay, Baby girl. Take the driver and car with you. I’ll call an Uber,” he tried to bargain. I was about to
“Baby girl, please open your eyes. Shit, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” I heard Damian's voice and someone hitting my cheek gently.I opened my eyes and saw his handsome face looming over me. He looked worried. He's a good actor, isn’t he? I was lying down on the bed with him next to me.“Where were you, Damian?” I blurted out while still looking at him.“I was with Marco. I’m so sorry that I came back late, Baby girl. You should’ve called and told me you aren’t feeling well.” His expression and voice were filled with concern.I did call you, didn’t I, Damian? And you have just lied straight to my face. You rejected my call because you had your arms around Clarissa.."Don't get up yet, Baby girl." He tried to stop me from sitting up, but I ignored him. I went to the living room to get my phone. He
Shouldn't I be the only one who was furious? And why did he ask if I thought I was good myself?“What do you mean?” I asked him quietly in my shaky voice.“You always only think about yourself, Kat. You never think about others,” he spat out. The next thing I heard was a glass breaking.He came to me, and I saw his hand bleeding. Did he cut himself? As much as I didn’t want to be with him at the moment, I still cared about him.“Damian, you are bleeding.” I stood up to go to him, but he was faster than me.He stood in front of me and pushed me back to the sofa roughly. I sat there, frozen by the way he kept handling my body forcefully.“When Rai died, you only wanted me to look after you. You NEVER thought of my feelings. I needed you! Yet you didn’t want to be with me! You prefer to stay in Jakar
Cold.. Why is it so cold? Where is the blanket? Why is the bed so hard? I reached around to get a blanket, but there was none. Why couldn’t I move my right arm? Did Damian really chain me up? I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked around. Where am I? This isn't the villa. I was in a large room with a wooden floor and a small window near the ceiling. There was nothing else around me except for the pole in the middle of the room where my right hand was chained to. I didn’t even want to know why a pole was in the middle of a room. Am I in an abandoned house? I tried to call for help, but no one came. There was no use in shouting for help. It only made my voice hoarse and made me thirsty. I don't know how long I’d be here or whether I would get food or water. I have to conserve my energy. I groaned as I felt the back of my head aching. I reached toward it and was relieved to find there was no blood. &nb
Three days.. This is the third day I’ve been held captive. There was no telling the time except for the light shining through the tiny window. Two dark nights had passed.. I had kept myself strong during the days, but nighttime was the worst. There were no lightbulbs and it was raining. I was left alone in the dark. My panic attacks always crept in during the night. It was cold and dark, and the thunder outside didn't make it better. They hadn’t left me my medications, but I always managed to fight off my panic attacks.. Thank God for that. My babies.. my only source of strength right now. The little girl was always there for me during the days. She brought me my meals, a bucket for me to do my business, and a pack of dry and wet tissue for me to clean myself. I had been given meals twice a day. Not enough nutrients for the baby inside me, but it was better than nothing. On the second day, I
Another day had passed, and today is the fifth day I'm here. I felt myself getting weaker. I was hungry, I was cold. They didn’t provide me with a blanket, but I was kidnapped.. what could I say? It wasn’t their job to make me comfortable. I was lucky they hadn’t killed me yet.I had tried to open the handcuff with the fork the little girl had handed me, but it wouldn’t come off. She even tried to help me, but if a grown-up like me couldn’t do it, then a small child wouldn’t be able to free me.I spent yesterday having a one-sided conversation with the little girl. Always telling her stories about my little boy. Whenever I cried, she would give me a tissue to wipe away my tears. She still wouldn’t talk to me. Maybe she couldn’t talk.. Did she suffer from mutism? She could hear me fine, but she hadn’t spoken to me. I asked her once about it, but she just shook her head. I wouldn’t wa
What is that beeping noise? It hurts my head. Please someone stop that noise.. I opened my eyes slowly. Why do my eyes hurt? Why does my whole body hurt? Where am I? I looked around. Everything was white. I didn’t recognize this place. Did they move me to a new place so no one could find me? There were people looking at my left leg. They lifted my dress, and their hands started moving up my leg. No! They are going to rape me again. I wouldn't let them do that again! I have to fight back! Move! Move your body, Kat! “No! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” I tried to scream, but my voice was hoarse and weak. They looked at me and pinned me down. “Please, please, please. Don’t!” I screamed again, moving whichever body parts I could move. “Kat, mom is here. Mom is here.. You are okay..” An elderly lady squeezed my hand. I