MasukSTACY“Hey, girl. You look terrible and it’s just ten am in the morning.” Tessy pulled me into a hug as soon as she spotted me where she had told the driver to drop me. I almost cried on her shoulders, but held it in, reminding myself we were in public. “Let’s go.” The rest of the walk to her apartment building wasn’t far. Barely a five minute walk and she was leading me into an old, but well cared for building. Seconds later, I was in her single room apartment. It was nice and cozy. Barely furnished but had the essential things a home needed to have.A TV, two old sofas and a table. Then a small kitchen on the right, and the bathroom on the left. “I know this isn’t what you’re used to, but I bet you can stay here for a while until you figure out what you’re going to do.” Tessy motioned me to a sofa, then went to a small sized fridge to get a carton of juice and proceeded to the kitchen to get two glasses. “You’re right, Tessy. This isn’t what I’m used to and I’m ready to get u
STACYI dressed in a simple black dress, carried a small black duffel to prevent being cross checked like a criminal downstairs. I was still in mourning so the black dress suited my mood. Studying my pale, thin frame in the mirror, I noticed how hollow my eyes were — sad and despaired too. I looked away, picked up a small black purse to slung over my shoulder, and made my way downstairs. If I was going to leave this house, this was going to be my only way. I knew what I was doing was running away, but I didn’t care. This was for me. For this child growing inside me.Maybe this was my consolation after losing my only child. Maybe this was fate telling me I could start all over again. And if it were true, I wasn’t going to miss it. Not for anything or anyone.I picked up the small duffel bag, took one last look around the room I’d spent six years of my life in and realized I felt nothing. No attachment. No sentiment. Nothing. The only thing I’ve ever loved was gone from this life. L
STACY “Madam, please, your husband is busy. He will…” I paid no need to the secretary who was running after me as I pushed my way through desks and staff, heading for his door.Once I reached the door that read ‘Office Of The CEO’, I turned the knob and opened.The secretary disappeared from the background, obviously not wanting to be part of the drama or risk losing her job.There was a woman sitting on his lap, they were kissing.They immediately broke off when they saw me.William’s expression changed, pleasant to surprised to hard, “what are you doing here?” The woman just stared.I was too broken to even be surprised. “William Carter, I hate you!” I screamed, tears running down my face as I rushed forward to shove everything off his desk. “You’re here, with another woman, while your daughter lays dead in the hospital. You have succeeded, William!”“Go home.” He ordered in a chilling, flat tone that he usually used with me. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?!” I screamed, “ou
STACYI stepped into the dark room on wobbling legs and full of buzzing nerves. William was the first and only man to have ever seen me naked. Clad in just a pair of lace bra and panties, I felt uncomfortable knowing I was about to be seen by another man.Tonight was the night.I had signed a non-disclosure agreement, meaning I was legally bound to never speak of this to anyone, this was to protect the high profile clients.For my own protection, I would wear a mask. So even if I, by chance, met the client, he wouldn’t recognize me, which was fine by me. “Crawl to me.” A voice commanded.I noticed a huge figure getting up from the bed. Tricia had told me of the bonus, I needed it as well. And being obedient — subservient, even — would get me that. Without hesitation, I went on my knees and crawled to the figure. I was able to make out the inviting space between his legs and crawled into that space. “Do a good job.” He said.For the split of a second, I was confused. I wasn’t use
STACYI skidded to a halt, almost tripping in my haste. The hospital floor was too squeaky clean. One had to be careful, but I didn’t care about being careful, not when the doctor had sounded serious on the phone.My daughter’s health. The cancer. Her brain. I stopped myself from thinking further before I would lose the reins on my sanity.I pushed open the door to Zaya’s room in the pediatric wing of the hospital.“What’s wrong with my daughter? Is she still alive?” I queried the nurse writing on a notepad as I rushed to my daughter’s bed. The monitor was beeping, her heart rate was steady. I stooped to be level with her small, unconscious frame. She was pale, and thin. Too thin. Her hair was bald, all the drugs and chemotherapy had taken away my baby’s lush honey brown curtain of hair. I tried not to think of it. Of any of it. It would all be worth it if money was found to commence surgery and save her life. “Baby, you’ll be fine, alright?” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “M
STACY “Zaya is your daughter too, William!” I screeched despairingly, the back of my throat burning with sorrow and unshed tears. My hair was disheveled and a strap of my dress was falling off my shoulder. My face streaked with dried tears.I was in a state of panic, panic, fear and sorrow all at once. “I told you I don’t have money.” He said, anger tightening his voice as he readied himself for work, appearing impeccable and distinguished while his five year old daughter was battling brain cancer. The doctors said she had a chance but the treatment was expensive. Very expensive.But money wasn’t the problem. It never was in the Carter household. Being the only son and heir of Carter Corporation, William was doing more than well for himself.He could effortlessly afford this treatment for our daughter, but he didn’t want to. “William, you want our daughter to die?” Fresh tears welled to the surface of my eyes, falling onto my cheeks. My body was weak from the lack of food. For t







