SARAH'S POV:"Can't you drive faster?" I snapped at Barr Lawn, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and urgency, as the rain pounded against the windshield and the trees blurred past in the darkness. My heart pounded with an unrelenting mirroring of the panic that flickered in my wide eyes."Sarah, calm down," he replied, casting a worried glance at me, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as the wind howled outside.The car seemed to inch forward along the winding road, despite Barr Lawn's determined efforts. Anxious thoughts gnawed at my insides, and the haunting image of my grandmother's house lingered in my mind. Mark's frantic phone call had triggered immediate alarm, and my panic only escalated as we approached closer to our destination.The sense of anticipation seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, as we approached, the flashing lights of ambulances and police cars came into view, casting an eerie glow across the scene. My heart seemed to echo the urgency of the surro
MARK'S POV:The heavy, oppressive air seemed to press down on me, as if warning of an impending catastrophe. I found myself standing in confusion, silently observing the heartbreaking scene unfolding before me.Sarah, her once vibrant and lively spirit now extinguished, lay motionless in Joe's embrace. His arms enveloped her fragile form, offering a false sense of security. As I gazed upon them, a turbulent storm raged within me, manifesting in the fiery intensity of my eyes, a reflection of the seething turmoil brewing inside me.If looks could kill, Joe would have perished under the weight of my scorching glare a thousand times over. Every fibre of my being quivered with the overwhelming conviction that this was all his doing. It felt as though he had meticulously orchestrated the nightmarish sequence of events that had led me to this moment.The undeniable evidence of his betrayal gnawed at my insides, stoking the flames of my raging fury. The searing heat of my anger threatened t
MARK'S POV:It felt as though the very walls of the cell were conspiring to crush me, their suffocating and oppressive presence closing in on all sides. In a fit of overwhelming frustration and despair, I began to pound the unyielding concrete with my fists, each impact reverberating and amplifying the intensity of my emotions. My shouts echoed off the unfeeling surfaces, serving as a stark reminder of the cold and indifferent environment that surrounded me.The cell police officer’s voice pierced through my fury like a knife. “Shut up in there!” he shouted. His voice was a harsh bark, filled with the authority of someone used to being obeyed.But I didn’t care. I didn’t listen. For hours, I’d been pestering him to let me speak to Paul, but he refused, dismissing my pleas with an indifferent wave of his hand. Now, my patience is gone. I decided I would make enough noise to force him to let me talk to Paul.As I raged on, my voice grew increasingly hoarse and frayed. Suddenly, the b
MARK'S POV:In the stillness of the room, not a sound penetrated the air except for the faint reverberations of activity from beyond the prison walls. Within the confines of my small cell, I found both imprisonment and sanctuary. This solitary space became my haven, offering refuge from the turbulent world outside.In the embrace of this solitude, I frequently sought comfort, engaging in deep meditation to transcend the limitations imposed by my own thoughts and the unyielding barriers that defined my surroundings.As I shut my eyes, seeking a moment of tranquility, I was rudely snapped back to the present.The heavy door of my cell groaned open with a resounding clang, its rusty hinges protesting loudly. The metallic clinking of keys added to the cacophony, shattering the fragile calm I had tried to cultivate. The harsh, piercing sound reverberated in my ears, disrupting my attempt at finding solace.As I slowly opened my eyes to see the figure of the stone-faced cell officer standi
SARAH'S POV:As I sat comfortably on the couch in my sitting room, I was completely engrossed in the program being shown on the television. The show was really interesting and I was thoroughly enjoying it. However, all of a sudden, I started experiencing a sharp pain in my stomach. It was completely unexpected and took me by surprise. The pain was so intense that it made me feel quite uncomfortable and uneasy. I couldn't understand what was causing it and I started to worry.The pain was persistent and did not seem to subside despite the changes I made in my breathing. As I have not experienced anything like this before. I suddenly started bleeding. I felt helpless, not knowing what was happening to me. I screamed for help, hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. Despite calling out several times, it seemed that nobody could hear me. The sound of my voice was the only response I got.I began to feel weak and dizzy. I know I needed help urgently. When I thought I couldn'
SARAH'S POV:The response was devastating - Overwhelmed with anger and sadness, I couldn't control my emotions and began to cry, and the doctor came to comfort me.It's been hard for me to accept the fact that my baby could have been saved. He was my hope and everything- my reason for living. And now I am left to wonder. I keep thinking about how my daughter, Mabel, will react after having hoped for a brother. The thought of having to tell her that her brother is no more brings tears to my eyes. There are so many questions going through my mind, and it's hard to find answers to any of them. All I know is that I miss my baby, and I wish I could have done something to save him."I am leaving the hospital and heading home now,". I told the doctor who was standing facing me. As I tried to pull out the IV drip and blood transfusion connected to my body, the doctor stopped me, "You cannot remove those on your own," he warned. "If you want to be discharged, I will have to do it for you."
SARAH'S POVThen I ran up to Jennie and punched her square in the face! Ahh! Jennie shrieks in pain, clutching her nose."You stupid b*tch! You will never get what you want". But I don't stop punching Jennie, I don't know where the strength is coming from.“Mark, help me!” Jennie begged my husband for help and Mark, who until now was immobile and in shock to see me in this wild state, came to me. He puts himself between her and me, protecting her. Letting me know that he is on her side and that he cares for her, not me.“Don't you f*cking dare to touch her…. Or I will throw you in a punishment cell until I think of what to do with you, Sarah”.“What do you mean? You are the one who will be thrown in a punishment cell for believing this b*tch instead of me, so f*ck you two?" I then walked out of the room bagging the door.As I stepped outside, I walked down to the swimming pool, and as I stood there with tears rolling down my cheeks and a look of frustration on my face, I couldn't help
MARK POV;"Let's get rid of this wench," Jennie said to me with a look of bitterness on her face, referring to Sarah, who had just left the room. I could sense the hatred in her tone and I knew she had some sort of grudge against Sarah.“Do you have any plans for it?”I asked her as I was curious to know what plans she had in mind. It was clear that Jennie had a personal vendetta against Sarah. However, to me, Sarah is someone who not only belonged to a lower class but also someone who couldn't fit my kind of personality. Therefore, I was willing to do whatever it took to get Sarah out of my life, and I could tell that Jennie was determined to see this through, and I was ready to help her in any way I could."I had come up with a plan with a doctor to modify Sarah's medication," Jennie mentioned to me. Sarah had just been discharged from the hospital and was prescribed some medication by the doctor, which she will be taking regularly. "However, we will get Sarah's drugs changed to