He was so furious, he could barely keep his head straight. He had plans for her the minute he gets his hands on her and so help him she wouldn't end up in a coma or maybe in a coffin.
So, Jasamina had the guts to run away from him!? Out of all the time she had done this, this particular escape made him so mad because it's been days and Jasamina has not been found.
Did she go home?
He quickly threw the thoughts away. There is no way she will be at home without her parents telling me about it. After all, I'm the best thing that happened to their family...like her mother always says.
But, just in case...
He pulled out his cell phone. He will call her parents to report her just in case she decided to visit there. He knew he had their support just as long as he provided them with cash.
They worshipped him
He paced the tiles furiously. "That bitch".He cursed.
When I get her back, I'll make sure I beat her up so badly she won't ever think of escaping ever! he thought enraged.
The last time she escaped, he had beaten her up, then, he'd shared her with two of his chief of staff. They had enjoyed her young body and it turned him on a lot, watching the scene.
This time around, he'll make sure all the men in the house find sexual satisfaction in her body, and he'll watch. Just the thought of it has his dick hardening.
No one dares run away from him not even her, she is my property and I'll do whatever I please with her!
He dialed her parent's number unable to wait any longer, I'm sure sooner or later she'll try to contact them, and when she does they'll drag her back to me and she'll be done for.
"Hello My boy" Doreen Rutherford, Jasamina's mum says as she answers the phone.
"Your boy!? Have I done anything wrong?" I made sure to sound concerned. "All I did was to love my princess, you can see our child was the product of that love. I gave her everything and how does she repay me? She ran! She escaped! She makes a fool out of me!". He yells as he tries to hide the fact that he only wants her back to hurt her.
"WHAT!" Mr. Rutherford yelled. Seems like the phone is on speaker.
"I'm so so sorry my boy, we'll find her and make sure she gets back to you. I have no idea what got into that silly head of hers after everything you've done for us. Do not worry, Jasamine would be back to you very soon" Her father assured.
He grinned at the phone. He just can't help himself.
"Thank you. If there's any news at all no matter how small, I'll be the first to hear it. I don't know why that flighty girl will away with my son."
"I'm sorry for the stress my daughter is putting you through. On behalf of her, I'm so sorry" Her dad says as he sighs deeply.
"I'll go search for her now, I just hope to find her." He said before hanging up.
"Fools." He cursed immediately after the call was cut.
"They have no idea what their daughter is going through. All they want to know is money. When they call, it's about money. Money, money, and more money. That's why Jasamine would never escape from my clutches. She's mine whether she likes it or not."Ludale groaned as he takes out a cigarette, lighting it up.
MATTEW RUTHERFORD"What in heaven's name is wrong with Jasmine." My wife, Doreen, laments as she folds her arm.
"Does she have any idea how many women would kill to be in her position!? She's married to a wealthy, kind, caring, loving man and yet she's still ungrateful!" Doreen hissed angrily, "I'll slap her so hard her brain would reset and she'll realize she's a wife and a mother, not a 17-year-old teenager."
"You're right my dear, I just hope after all this Ludane doesn't get mad at us and deprives us of the allowances or take away our house," I said to my wife, really worried.
Doreen's eyes narrowed. "If he does, Jasamine would beg him. I don't care if she goes down on her knees, if she has to be his slave, I don't care what she does but no matter what she must go back to him!" She yells at the top of her lungs.
I kept quiet and she continued.
"I mean if word gets out, what would our friends say? That we couldn't train our daughter properly? What's wrong with that girl after everything I've done for her, she repays me with this. I swear to God when we find Jasamine...." She swears as I pick up my phone.
I intervened then, taking the phone from her.
"Don't worry. I'm going to call my private investigator right now. He's the best and before the end of the week, Jasamine would be found and I promise you, dear, she'll be back in her husband's house. Either willingly or by force." I said to her.
"Thank you so much, dear. That childish girl doesn't know that marriage is for better PR for worse." Doreen says, sighing in relief as I dial his number.
The private investigator picks on the second ring.
"I have a job for you".I say simply the minute he picks up.
TANNER
I should have known that she'll ask personal questions that are off-limits. That's why it's always safer not to interfere. I really hate being sober.
I stared down at my clothes and wondered when the white shirt turned to gray. When was the last time I change clothes anyway?
Doesn't matter. I'll get her food, tell her a thing or two about where she'll get a job, then I'm leaving and going straight back to the bottle. I need to be drunk. I can't afford to think.
Thinking means remembering. And remembering means trouble.
Twenty minutes later, I carried the food nylon and opened the door to her place. The child was sleeping on one side of the bed, but the girl's eyes were closed, she was breathing heavily, sweating profusely.
From the looks of it, she is sick. Really sick.
TANNER I froze at the door when I entered the room. Hell, she looks sick. Really sick. I walked closer to her and placed the back of my hand on her forehead. "Fuck." I muttered. It really burns. What will I do now? I can't just stay here. If I do, I'll start thinking of the past. And if I think about the past, I'm gonna lose it. I need to have some beer. I need to get drunk. Eight bottles will be too small for me. I'll have at least fifty bottles. I don't want to remember anything. I don't want to think at all. Taking care of her means being sober and being sober is a nightmare. She's not my problem, I said to myself as I dropped the things I bought and faced the door. My legs won't move. I need to leave. But...her sickness is making me stay. I stayed with the little baby sleeping beside the fragile girl and my legs won't move at all. "Just one night." I finally groaned to myself. "One night and I'll be out of here. For now, I need to take care of her." I said be
TANNER Why are you still here? It's a question I asked myself two hours later. I brought this girl to this house because it's a place I know he'll never have use for again. This house is a place I don't want to be in at all if I can help it. Yet, I find myself reluctant to leave the girl until I'm sure she's settled in. "She's not your responsibility," I said out loud to the empty room. I need to be on my way....and two bottles of beer in hand too. Job. I'll help her secure a job and then I'm gone. That decided, and I stepped out of the room. "You're done with your bath and that of Jaimie's?" I asked staring at her on the bed. She had put on a nicely fit simple dress from the clothes I bought for her. I don't know why I should feel pleased that the cloth fit but I did. "Yes, I'm done." She replied in that soft voice of hers. "I've decided to help you get a job," I stated. Her eyes widened in sheer terror. She shook her head twice. "No! I can't." She's really on the run t
TANNER Counting my steps and movement as I paced in the sitting room waiting for her arrival. I was worried and restless. I've been sober for two days and when I might have avoided shutting off my thoughts, sometimes, it gets hard. But now, my mind is starting to go places that are forbidden. I want out. I need a beer. I yearned for it. It's the only thing giving me peace. The only thing keeping me sane. I heard movements outside, and I knew I would be her. I waited patiently for her to come inside. Glancing at the baby, the child is still sleeping peacefully. She entered the house and walked closer to me, I notice her face was having mixed feelings. Happiness. Sadness. Fear. "How was the job hunt?" I asked curtly. "I got the job." She answered softly, walking to her baby to take a closer look at the little life. "Good." Her eyes found me from across the room. "I don't know how to thank you...I don't know how to express my gratitude for all this..." She gestured her hands e
JASAMINA I'm giving Jaimie his evening bath smiling, the way he's growing is really surprising. He was giggling and playing with the soap. He stared at me and flashed gums without teeth in them. "Yaiii!" "Yaii!" I shot right back as I ran my hand all over his little body. I splashed little water on him and he laughed out loud. "You love playing with water, don't you?" I said splashing more water on him. I've never seen a child who loves water more like him. Not that I've seen many children of course. I'm the only child of my parents and I'm just twenty years old. I brought my mind back to the present and stared at my child good-naturedly. "Will you want me to put you back in the tub if I bring you out again?" "Yaii!" He beat his hand in the water, splashing it. I laughed a little and carried him out of the water. The smile cleared from his face, he cooed sounds as if in a complaint. "You'll be in the water again soon enough, young man," I promised him as we entered the s
ππVIVIANππ As soon as she stepped out of the bookstore, she shuffled through her handbag to get a hold of her phone. I needed to call the police right away. She needed to tell them who she had just seen. Jasamina McCully. The run-away wife of Ludale McCully. The wife of the state's congressman and a multi-millionaire who had absconded from home and had her husband searching frantically for her. And their baby. She wasn't mistaken in recognizing the lady even though she was hiding under a disguise. She lived almost close to where she resided with her husband so she does see them often. Moreover, the news of her disappearance was splashed all over the news and a huge sum of money was promised to whoever had news about her whereabouts. So, she couldn't afford to keep mute. She needed that money badly. A hundred thousand dollars would surely go a long way in clearing some of her outstanding bills. So, it was time for her to act fast. Before another person recognizes the lady
She stared at it for a full minute before she cocked her head to the side. "Well, it looks like Mina, the full-time employee." The woman frowned a little. "But she has black hair, unlike the lady in this picture." Now, we're getting somewhere, I thought. "Where is she? We need to specifically find her and search through her belongings." My colleague stated firmly, then continued, his face serious as he turned to Vivian. "Tell her what you told us." "She's not Mina. She's Jasamina McCully. The wife of Ludale McCully. She just dyed her hair black to cover up her identity. I live around here, so I know her very well. Even the baby is not a girl but a boy. And I overheard when she called him 'Jaimie'. That's the name of the McCully's son." Vivian explained to the people in the library. There were gasps and shouts. The customers and everyone looked so surprised apart from the old store owner. The part-timer stammered, stunned. "How...how...did you come up with this? I never even susp
When I was through, I quickly zipped the box and headed for Jamie, gently picking him up so he won't wake up and start bawling. With my box in my right hand and Jamie in the other, I made for the back door of the house that faced the other street. Seems the back door is now my savior. They have helped me to scamper off without being caught. I opened it with a force and scanned the area for any watchful eyes as I tiptoed out. Luckily for me, the coast was clear. Clear as crystal. I made my way out, walking as fast as I could, with my hair covering half of my face. "Let's check the back!" I heard one of the policemen say, and fear gripped me tightly. Just then, my distant neighbor, an older woman opened her door and gestured for me to hurry in. I didn't think it through, I held Jaimie tight and rushed into the woman's house. The side was neat and cozy. She locked the door instantly. "You're the wife of the congressman. I knew there was something familiar about you." The older woma
DOREEN RUTHERFORD I paced about the living room with a tall glass of wine in my hand. To say I was angry would be an understatement. I was in a rage....thinking about Jasamina. That girl will give me premature gray hairs at this point. Just minutes ago, the commissioner called and told us that she had been found a thousand miles away from her. She had been in disguise and working as a librarian. I was really happy. Finally, all this will be over. That girl that refused to grow up will be back in her husband's house. The next call that came ruined my happiness. Utterly ruined it. "She escaped! She took my son and escaped those incompetent fools!" Ludale had groaned in rage. What does Jasamina really want!? That little witch! Does she not care about her parent's happiness!? Does she wants us to go back to poverty!? "If the floor weren't tiles but carpets, you'll wear a hole to it," Mathew said as he entered the living room. I glanced at my husband and he isn't looking so happy