FREED (English)

Four years.I counted in my thoughts while staring at a tall building standing in front of me.My lips curled into a bitter smile. It’s been four years yet this is still the place where I keep falling. I let out a deep sigh then walked towards the entrance of the house. I was about to ring the doorbell when I noticed it wasn’t locked. I decided to just come in.As soon as my eyes landed towards the interior, I felt the same vibe. I sadly smile.Nothing changed.My eyes automatically roamed around in search of him yet I did not find anything.My legs brought me towards the stairs, touching the same wooden yet smooth edges of the handle. “Bjorn?” I called out, slowly tiptoeing towards the steps.“Ahh! Faster babe!” Upon reaching the top, my heart immediately pounded hard. I was hearing familiar voices echoing throughout the hallway of the floor. “Yes! Fuck!”Slowly, my knees started trembling. Tears wanting to escape my eyes yet I continued to walk forward to his room—no, our room.My h

It's been a month since I came back. I don't know if I can called it freedom— I can leave the house ,but his staff always following me.Like before, he often brought a woman home and moaned incessantly as if no one else could hear, then he would go to my room to hurt me afterwards.I am not numb, it hurts, it fvcking hurts physically and mentally but what can I do?Nothing ..I could do nothing but stay with him because of our son. I don't have anyone in my life. My parents are dead and all the property they left me as well as the company is managed by Bjorn. I don't have any fvcking knowledge how to run a company so I gave him the company before we got married. I guess I'm regretting it now although the company's doing good.Love?I don't know if it's still there but I'm still hoping that one day we can still fix this mess for the sake of our son.Rafael ..Thinking of our son makes me sad and happy at the same time.What does he look like?Is he living well?Is he healthy?Is he bei

I'm currently watching a movie when my phone rang. I looked at it on the table and took it to answer when I saw the name of my friend, Ayesha. It's been almost a week since we last met, even though I always wanted to visit her to avoid my husband, I knew that it would be different for Bjorn. ‘She's back. Come here to the house and we will go to the bar together.’ She was silent when I answered the phone. I automatically stamp my feet as disapproval. I'm not fond of bars after what happened years ago, but I can't stand them. They are the only ones I have right now. "I'll be there in an hour. I just have to do something, " I said and ended the call. I sighed heavily as I stared at my phone. I bit my lower lip and start creating a message for Bjorn. I'm going somewhere. I will be with Ayesha and Cassandra, the two friends I am when I'm in America. If you couldn't remember, Cassandra was the one I worked for then as well as the next day from tomorrow. I typed long before s

It’s already past six o’ clock in the evening when I got home. My heart was pounding hard while I was standing in front of the door. There were a lot of thoughts crossing my mind as I let out a deep sigh.What will he do to me? Will he kill me silently?I slowly reached for the handle of the door and upon twisting it open, silence immediately welcomed me. I roamed my eyes at every corner of the house but there were no Bjorn sight to see.I weakly dragged my feet towards the sofa of the living room and looked for my cellphone. Just as I found it inside my purse, my phone vibrated two times; a sign that someone left me a message.When I opened the screen of the device, the first thing to spring up was the name of Ayesha’s husband. I only clicked on his name and upon seeing his message, I breath out a sigh of relief.She’s fine. She’ll get discharged tomorrow.It felt like a bone stuck to my throat was pulled out. I was shock, scared and nervous when I found out my friend was immediately

I woke up at noon the next day. I was in such a hurry when Andrei called me to pick up the child and his mother -in -law because my friend Cassandra was shot. My mind was unstable while driving. I could not believe that consecutive incidents have happened to my friends. I could not help but be afraid to think that I was next. I just held my breath and forced myself to calm down. This is really the hard part in my mind, I can’t help but control to exacerbate the scenarios in my brain.Chill, Azaia. Bjorn doesn't have an ex who is supposed to take a revenge on you.When I have finally reached the place, I quickly took Adrian and auntie to Ayesha's house to rest there for a while. After that, Ayesha and I went to the hospital to check on Cassandra's condition. Somehow I was able to breathe easily when I found out that she was not in critical condition. Yet my concern was still there because she was still unconscious until we left the hospital.I was already in a taxi and on my way home w