FlashbackI heard my mom whispering for me to wake up. She shook me slightly and when I sat up, she motioned for me to keep quiet with her index finger pressed on her lips. I looked at her and wondered why she was waking me up in the middle of the night. She looked frightened. She outstretched my left palm and slipped her chain in my palm and closed it with her fingers wrapped around my small hand. I was only seven back then. I couldn’t understand the matter with my mom.She just kept on repeating that she will be back soon and handed me a small piece of paper with a certain address scribbled on it.She kissed me on my forehead and started walking backwards while watching me sadly. Even if I was only seven year old, I could tell that my mom was going to cry. She kept looking at me with a longing desire and loving manner. Her eyes were already filled up with tears."Mom'', I called&nb

Once I opened my eyes, I was met with complete brightness, so bright that I had to close my eyes almost immediately and reopened them slowly.Why was it so bright?I moved to push myself up in a sitting position but flinched when I felt a sting on my left hand. Almost instantly, my whole body was aching and I could feel that I had forced my body when I tried to get up. All the muscles in my entire body were screaming as I made the slightest moves.Memories came rushing back into my brain and without a warning, all the pain was released, as if it was asleep and was waiting until recognition dawned on me.I realized then that I was at the hospital with both my wrists bandaged.What was even worst is the fact that it was my father who had brought me here. Well, who else would it be? No one visited us since my mother left us, no relatives, no family friends, nobody. But I remember clearly that we had a lot of people visiting us before my mom left me al

I slowly lifted myself up with my elbows by my sides supporting my body weight as I sat up straight, resting my back against the head of the bed.“W-What happened?” I asked him while a lump made its way to my throat causing me to stutter.“Your father is gone!” he exclaimed, looking quite surprised that my father managed to escape the hospital this quickly.After a while, his face twisted in confusion.“My men are at the front entrance and they haven’t seen him go out which means that he is still in the hospital but where?” Jason said aloud, enlightening me of the cause of his confusion.My heartbeats escalated once again.“W-Where is h-he?” I couldn’t help but ask even though I knew that Jason was as clueless as me. I just needed to know where he was for reassurance. He might just pop up when I least expect it and knowing him, he might have already realized it by now that I have to

A gust of wind flew by causing me to shiver once again from the cold. Without wasting another second, I pulled the passenger door open and got in the front seat. Closing the door once I was settled, I sighed at the warmth the jeep offered.Twisting my body slightly to my left, I reached out to grab my bag from the back seat. Rummaging through the stuffs in it, I prayed to God that my father at least packed one of my sweaters in it. Feeling through the clothes, I felt my fingers touch something warm and cotton-like. I pulled it and smiled as I saw one of my black sweaters. This should work for the time being. It would keep me warm enough throughout the way back home. I zipped up the bag and kept it back on the back seat. Immediately, I wore the sweater and swooned at the comfort it had to offer and leaned my back against the seat.I glanced around and couldn’t help but conclude that at night, the hospital grounds looked kind of creepy. Other than the other police

What I heard then, was the sexiest and deepest voice that had my heart skipping a beat but I kept my eyes downwards, somewhat finding my worn out sneakers much more interesting than knowing the owner of the voice. I frowned in confusion though because I never had my heart reacting in this way. Am I falling sick? I can’t be afraid of him since I don’t even know him. I am sure then that I am falling sick and it is related to my heart. Maybe some heart problems? I decided that remaining quiet at this moment would be a wise thing to do, so, I stayed silent and let Jason do the talking. I will look into my heart disease later on when everything related to my new place of residence is solved. For now, the only thing important to me is having a new place to live; a safe place where my father wouldn’t be able to reach me. “You’re here. What a pleasant surprise." the voice said with a tiniest bit of sarcasm and arrogance but with a hint of mockery too. I felt a light