Marco’s POV
I did not want Skye to see the brutal death of her dad, but I guess I was too late. She saw what she wasn’t supposed to see and she lost it. She fainted in my arms.
“Think! Think!” I knocked my head for what is best done in my situation.
My car was parked at a distance and carrying an unconscious full grown woman with her whole weight in my arms might get us both dead before we reached the vehicle to leave this place alive.
“I will be right back, Skye. Stay here for a while,” I whispered to Skye despite knowing she wouldn’t have heard whatever I had just said. I will use the element of surprise to avenge Ted’s unnecessary death at the hands of whoever was after me.
Days passed.I personally attended to everything regarding Ted’s cremation. I called for professional cleaners and ordered them to put everything in the same way they were before the incident happened in the Christoffs household. I wanted to present the same house to Skye when she gets better with Ted’s ashes in an Urn placed in the center of the living room with Ted’s smiling picture right next to it.I returned to my rest where Skye was staying at the moment but she was still in her coma state.I felt so sorry that she did not get to mourn her dad like normal people do because the shock overwhelmed her and now she is mentally refusing to wake up.As per Naomi’s professional suggestion, I have sought various medical assist
I had my suspicions.My office is not a place open for anyone to get into, and aside from Gab, my best friend and most trusted man, there was only the company secretary, an old lady, who used to be my dad’s secretary ever since he started the business, Heidi Buscemi. Then there are the cleaners who would come before and after my working hours to tidy up my room while I am not around and the whole floor, according to their tasks. I don’t even know their names or their faces since I haven’t seen them, but I know there are people under my company's payroll to clean the whole building.I had not ruled out Gab to be among the people to have done such betrayal, but I was hoping deep within me he wasn’t. When he came forward, I was too tempted to cut his head the way he had offered. I was still furious when I heard his confessions b
Skye’s POVI felt like I was trapped in a box. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. My words were soundless despite the feeling of my sore throat and aching neck from screaming.“Stop! Stop! Stop!”I could see the woman swaying her hands to defend her body from the non-stop stabbing of someone in front of her. The attacker’s back was to my face and all I could see was his movement from behind and the woman’s horrified and extremely pained face. She was looking at me with a plea not to come out from where she told me to hide until help comes to save us.Then, I saw my dad smiling at me while he was tied to a chair. But not too long after a man walked passed by him and after saying some inaud
I tried to gather every bit of strength I had in me to respond to Marco. But I felt like I was tied with invisible ropes so tightly. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I heard the excitement in Marco’s voice as well as the immense despair and sadness they bore so I tried even harder. Alas, all I managed to do was open my eyes. I did not want to even blink in fear of not being able to open them again. However, all I could see was the white ceiling above the bed I was lying on to. I couldn’t even focus to listen to my surroundings in order to keep my mind awake because I wanted to tell Marco not to be too sad, but before I could do so, I felt Marco’s hand loosen its hold on mine and his presence left my side. I panicked. I wanted to call him to stay by my side, at least hold my hand and let my fears go away. But I could only hear a woman’s voice talking to me. I didn’t even understand what the woman was saying. Another wave of indescribable fear encompassed me horrifyingly. The sounds
“Is this all a dream?” I asked my dad.I looked around. Everything seemed so real.The weather. The surroundings. Not a thing was weird or out of the ordinary. But something was off. I could tell something was different but no matter how hard I tried to point it out, I just couldn’t. So I asked dad. I looked straight into his eyes.“Dad?” I called with indescribable feelings of mixed fear, wonder, and comfort. All at the same time. All like one. I have always known his eyes to be blue, Pure Blue, but now, I can see them as Sky Blue. And they seemed warmer to look at. I got lost in his eyes but his answer woke me up and brought me back from my wandering thoughts.“This is not a dream, Sweetie. This is a part of y
Marco’s POVI returned to Skye’s side as soon as I got back to my rest house. I told Naomi I will be the one to watch Skye overnight so she could get some rest and replace me when I need to go. I took a quick shower and brought my food to Skye’s room and I had my eyes on her, hoping she would wake up soon. I never want to miss that moment. But even after I had my meal, nothing changed in Skye’s condition. Naomi told me that not long after I left, Skye returned to her unresponsive state. Hopefully, her body was just adjusting and getting her system ready to resume its work and functions. I was excited to witness that moment happening. And I wanted to assure Skye she was safe in her surroundings. I stood next to an open window to blow the smoke of my cigarette out of the room with my back to the wall next to it and I watched Skye sleeping on the bed. She hasn’t made even the slightest move ever since I sent Naomi away to her room to rest, but I was not losing hope. Skye is a woman. I
I did as I told her.I did not leave Skye on her own aside from attending to her personal hygiene-related matters. They were all done by Naomi. From giving her baths, changing her clothes, and especially when she had her menstrual period that month. I was willing to do all of them without malice or complaints, but I am not equipped with knowledge on what to do, so I had to permanently hire Naomi to be Skye’s personal nurse. I asked for Naomi’s assistance until Skye’s full recovery and the old lady did not make me ask about it more than once.“Why not?” Naomi answered when I asked her. “It’s not like you are asking me to do my job and duty for free, so yes, of course, I will stay until you want and need me or my services,” she added, chuckling.I was b
We, which means me feeding Skye and eating my meal at the same time, had our dinner without Naomi and Gab coming back to our tables to continue their meals. And I helped Skye return to our room by pushing her wheelchair from the hotel restaurant to our suites. As usual, she was unresponsive to anything happening around her but I kept talking to her. I would discuss this and that whenever we are together despite knowing she won’t say anything in return. I would tell her my thoughts about things and plans for business and almost everything. When we arrived at our suites, I wiped her teeth with dental wet tissue since she could not do the regular routine of brushing her teeth. I washed her feet and helped her to bed but not without talking about everything I wished to tell her. But in a fun way as I wished to provoke her to respond to me this way. “Didn’t you ask me before if I am homosexual? Tonight, I am going to prove to you that I am not. Although I would love to make it more than