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Aspen
“Where the hell are you??” The loud ringing from the other side of the phone made me wince. “I’m coming. I just left the hospital. I’m on my way. I’m so sorry.” I apologized, but I knew that Aria was not going to accept my apology. “What the hell is wrong with you??” She screamed so loudly. “What the hell is wrong with you??? Do you even take this job seriously at all? Look girl, if you are not careful, I will strip you of this work and give it to another person. Hundreds of girls are dying to get this job. What is wrong with you??” She hissed. Nothing was wrong with me. I only dropped by to go meet my sick mother at the hospital. I went to see her and no one would line up for the amount that she was paying. Payment was poor and I was only managing it because I had no choice. I needed the money. Mom was sick and the bills back at home were piling up. “I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be a little late. There is no taxi in sight.” I was already standing by the gate of the hospital and my apology was pointless. Aria would still skin me alive. “Then get an Uber!!!” That would be possible if she paid well. But I would not even be able to afford an Uber if I boarded one. “If you agree to pay for it.” I slowly countered but a curse was quick to follow. “Stupid girl, you have five minutes to come here, or you lose your job.” I scoffed inwardly. She would not be able to find a replacement who would accept a cheap salary. The call ended with a beep and I silently began to pray that a taxi would come by soon. I stood for an additional ten minutes before I found a taxi and it took me another 10 minutes to get to work. I rushed towards the bathroom to change into my work clothes. I was 30 minutes late. I wanted to go to the counter through the back but I just sneaked out of the bathroom when I bumped into someone. Aria. Her gaze was hard and she looked so angry. She was already almost turning red. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “How dare you? We happen to have lots of customers today and you decide to be late? Thirty minutes!! I swear, Aspen, I’m cutting your pay.” “Aria, you can’t do that. You know how much I need the money. Please, don’t cut my pay.” “I’m sorry. The doctor said that Mom was sick. Her condition is worsening. I swear, I left the hospital on time and—“ “Can you just stop being the stupid victim!!” she interrupted me in a sharp and angry tone. “Just stop being the stupid victim. It does not fucking suit you.” She hissed. “Do you think earning 100$ monthly will pay her bills?” There was a hint of mockery in her voice. “Your other silly part-time jobs will not even do it!” she added. “You barely make a thousand dollars despite working so hard. It’s high time you stopped being stupid. I already gave you an alternative. James Beaufort—“ “I should get on duty. I don’t want to keep anyone waiting.” I interrupted her and then I turned to walk away. I already knew where she was heading and I did not want to hear it. “Stupid girl!” she cursed after me but I ignored her. For the past month, she had been asking me to sleep with one of her clients at the bar. I would not do that, because I was not going to sleep with a fucking old man who was already pushing his 80s. Just like Aria said, there were lots of customers hovering around. Men and women. Very rich men and women were at our bar and I knew very well that some of them had their eyes on me and those were the ones who stalled to talk to me after ordering a drink. I knew I was pretty and that earned me a lot of tips. I literally had 2k$ by the time my shift ended and I was quick to hide the money under my shoe so Aria wouldn’t see it. By the time I was done, I went back to the bathroom to change so I could go home. It was already 11 at night. Just when I stepped out. I saw Aria standing by the door. “Throw this away on your way out.” She threw a trash bag at me. I stumbled as the trash bag fell to the ground after hitting me. Aria walked away. I picked up the bag and walked to where we disposed of our trash. The environment was dark, quiet, and lonely, so I quickly disposed of the trash and went straight home. I was done with the problems at work, but I knew that I had another waiting at home. I had successfully hidden the money from Aria, another person that I had to hide the money from was my father. A chronic drunk that made my life more difficult. When I arrived home, I saw the gates open and at that moment, two men dressed in black were stepping out of my house. Two tall-looking men. They were very huge and had a hard look on their faces. My father was standing just by the entrance of the door. “Is she the one?” One asked and I frowned. What were they doing in my house at night? “Yes.” My frown deepened at my father’s reply and a feeling of unease swept in when they began to look at me. No, they began to inspect me from head to toe. “Her looks are okay.” “My daughter is the prettiest in this neighborhood.” I heard that a lot. I was beautiful. I would pass for a model and Aria always insulted me for wasting my beauty. According to her, life would have been easy for me if I were smart. I was the kind of woman that men lusted over. “The boss will see her tomorrow. Make sure she is prepared.” My brows furrowed and they just brushed past me and walked away towards a black tinted SUV. “What is—” “Come inside.” My father yanked my wrist, pulling me into the house even before I could finish my statement.Aspen I woke up to pain before I woke up to fear.It lived behind my eyes at first, a heavy pressure that made me groan softly as consciousness crept back in. My mouth felt dry and bitter, like I had swallowed something poisonous. When I tried to move, sharp pain sliced through my wrists and I gasped, the sound breaking out of me before I could stop it.My hands were bound behind my back.Not loosely. Tight. Too tight. The rope or cable bit into my skin, cutting circulation, making my fingers tingle and burn at the same time. My ankles were restrained too, forcing my legs into an uncomfortable angle that made my hips ache. I was seated on something hard and unforgiving. A chair. Cold enough that I could feel it through my clothes.My heart began to pound violently.“No,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar. “No no no.”The smell came next. Damp concrete. Metal. Old oil. Something sour in the air that made my stomach turn. I swallowed hard and gagged when nausea rolled through
Aspenhad told myself it would be a simple trip. Just a short ride from my mother’s house to the matrimonial home, a routine journey I had made countless times before, and yet today, my stomach refused to settle. Every flutter of nerves reminded me that life had a way of turning the mundane into the catastrophic. Clear had fussed over me as I locked the door, her hand lingering over mine for a moment longer than usual, and I had smiled weakly, brushing off the unease that had been gnawing at my chest all morning.The Uber arrived early, pulling up with the soft hum of the engine. I slipped into the backseat, the leather cold against my skin. The driver, a man I did not recognize, gave a polite nod but did not speak much. I had been on autopilot, scrolling through my phone to distract myself, trying to calm the flutter in my stomach.Killian called just as I buckled my seatbelt. The phone rang in my hand, and I swiped to answer, relief flooding me at the sound of his voice.“Aspen?” Hi
Aspen The house felt alive in a way I had never imagined it could. Light poured through the tall windows, spilling across the polished floors and bouncing off the cream-colored walls. After everything—the hospital, the fainting spell, the tension with Mother—the weight that had been pressing on my chest for weeks felt a little lighter. I took a deep breath, letting it expand slowly, and for the first time in a long while, I let myself feel the space, the quiet warmth of a home finally ours.Mother was already in the kitchen, moving slowly but with an energy I hadn’t expected. Even after all the arguments, all the years of feeling second to Clear, she had a presence that filled the room in a comforting way. Her eyes met mine briefly, and she smiled—a small, genuine smile. That alone made my chest unclench, and I felt a wave of relief.“Good morning,” I said softly, letting my voice carry into the room.“Good morning, Aspen,” she replied, her tone lighter than it had been in years. She
Aspen The morning was quiet, almost unnervingly so. I woke to the soft hum of the mansion, sunlight filtering through the curtains in golden streams across the floor. The faint flutter in my stomach reminded me that the fainting spell from the other night was more than just exhaustion. I pressed my hand against it briefly and forced myself to sit up, ignoring the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake me. I had to be strong today. For myself, for Clear, and for the fragile thread connecting my relationship with my mother.Clear had already been up, I could tell from the faint clatter of dishes in the kitchen. She had prepared breakfast, and from the smell drifting into the bedroom, she had done more than just make toast. I took a deep breath, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and forced myself to stand. My knees wobbled slightly, but I ignored it, focusing on the plan for today.We were returning to the hospital. Mother was being discharged. I had rehearsed what I would say
Aspen The ride home from the hospital had been quiet. Clear drove, her hands steady on the wheel, her eyes occasionally flicking toward me with concern I tried not to acknowledge. My body felt heavier than it should have, my stomach fluttering in a way that made me press a hand against it and wonder if I could survive the next few hours without losing control.The confrontation with my mother had left me raw, exposed, and shaking. Every insult, every dismissive glance, every comment about Clear being the better daughter replayed in my head. I had yelled. I had forced the words out of me that I had carried for years, but the emotional toll was enormous. My muscles ached, my chest felt tight, and the fluttering in my stomach refused to settle.Clear’s hand brushed against mine once, soft and grounding. “Aspen, breathe,” she said gently. “We are almost home. Just a few minutes.”I nodded, forcing my lips into a smile I knew was weak. “I know. I’m okay,” I whispered, though even I did no
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor made my head ache almost immediately. I tried to ignore it, gripping the small bag Clear had handed me. The smell of antiseptic and faint, underlying illness clung to the air like a permanent reminder that this was not a place for comfort. My stomach fluttered uneasily, but it wasn’t just the physical discomfort gnawing at me. It was everything else—the tension I had carried for years, the frustration, the pain of feeling invisible to someone who was supposed to be my mother.Clear walked beside me, quiet and steady as always. Her hand brushed mine once, a soft, grounding touch, but I barely acknowledged it. My mind was elsewhere. Focused. Determined.My mother’s hospital room came into view. I could see her reclining slightly in the bed, looking perfectly calm, perfectly indifferent. Her eyes flicked toward us as we entered, and I felt that familiar knot tighten in my chest. The one I had carried for years. The one that had never truly







