The main character Vivan Kieran had a tragic beauty that didn't work out as it was supposed to be, and have her trapped in the cruelty of a deranged man, who would not stop at anything to have her submit to him.
A multi-millionaire Damien Martin( Mi...
I could feel a hand rubbing my head softly. It felt so good... Micheal???? I struggled to open my eyes but soon, the sight made me choke.
It was her. That lady...
Tears filled my eyes as I froze in my position. I couldn't move. She suddenly removed her hand off me in a surrendering manner and said "Hey, are you okay?"
I couldn't answer. I stared into her grey eyes reminded me of Micheal. But I could see sadness and concern in her eyes, unlike Micheal's stormy and psychotic ones.
She slowly back off as I stared at her bewildered while struggling to breathe. " Downstairs, okay??" she sighed deeply and walked out of the room.
I sat up quickly as I pulled the duvet on me. How did she even get inside??? I mentally growled along with my stomach. I peaked out of the room through the hallway. I called out one of the maids to bring me breakfast but none of them responded to me.
I plopped myself in the corner for an hour but I couldn't help anymore that I had to come downstairs to meet that gorgeous lady with a newspaper in her hands, sitting gracefully. I hugged the door frame and peaked at her.
She didn't glance at me but she said," Come sit, aren't you hungry?" I sat at the opposite side of the table about ten feet away from her. I felt a bit more comfortable because she didn't spare me a glance...
I munched the bacon and vegetables in front of me while observing her details. Her features were really similar to Michael. She just kept looking at her newspaper. That made me feel a lot better...
"Why are you here for?" She mumbled while sipping her tea calmly.
Why am I here?? I didn't get to know...
I looked down at my lap. I remembered Micheal warned me about bubbling information without thinking. I better shut up about everything. So I answered quietly, "I don't know,"
"How long have you known my brother?" she mumbled while staring at her newspaper without a glance in my direction.
I debated whether to answer or not... The instincts said ''no'' but I actually wanted to believe she meant no harm to me.
"I'm ...umm... I don't know..." Tears started to blurr my vision with the chills wrapped around my body. I can't... I don't remember?
"um..I been ... a year," I answered but regretted it because it seemed to catch her attention that she looked up at me with an unknown expression. Sadness, concern, anger?
"I ... think... may- maybe two..." I swallowed hard and I felt more tears spilling out with each second. God. What is going on with me?
" What? Did he-" she asked but was interrupted by a loud bang at the front door, making me jump.
I could hear Michael's voice at the front door, "Open this fucking door right now!!!"
I could feel myself shaking. I looked up at her face. Her features distorted along with a harsh breathing pattern. She was angry. And she seemed trying to calm down.
Her attention was on me. It had my stomach twisting in pain.
"Answer me, sweety. What did he do to you?" She asked. But I couldn't crack a voice. I lost my voice. I didn't like the attention she was giving to me.
Then I heard the door break down and angry Michael rushed towards us. But the lady was quick enough to grab me and placed me behind her back, as she stood in front of me. The two maids were holding me in place facing furious Michael from afar.
Then the lady said, "Damien, mind you explain THIS to me? What do you think you are doing?!"
Damien? Did she just call him Damien?
Michael said with gritted teeth, " Go upstairs, Vivan,-" he said in a low tone without sparing me a glance. "now,"
I could feel the maids were slowly releasing their grip on me as Michael glared at them. I tried to run upstairs but the lady shouted, "No one is going anywhere!!!"
I whimpered and started to shake uncontrollably. I could sense it like it was about to devour whole room... Michael's anger. And the lady was fuming. The tension was too thick. I made a quick run but the lady was fast enough to grab me and pull me into a warm embrace as I had to run past her.
It's warm. It's soft. She reminded me of my mother. She held the back of my head with one hand placing under her chin and the other hand rubbing my back. I realized how tall she was.
But the realization hit me. Last summer, I hugged one of the maids and Michael, he- he beat me unconscious because he misunderstood the situation.
The memory flooded in my head. I didn't want Angry Micheal. An-and he said he would hurt my family.
I tried to wiggle out but no use. The back of my eyes burned as I panicked... because I could feel it...his gaze.
He would surely beat me to death after this.
I could see nothing. I was too exhausted. I was tired. I just want a break.
Please leave me alone.
Please, just let me be.
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"Mostly, she was tired of her own confusion about unanswered questions."
