LOGINWe headed to the kitchen of the rest house where we were staying. Dominic reassured me that we had not left Laguna and were currently in Majayjay. It was far away from San Pedro, which brought a small sense of peace to my racing heart. He explained that we were staying on a private island owned by a Mr. Yurinard Madrigal. Lorjeon had managed to ask him if we could use the property while Archie was still out in the open, and the owner had agreed without a second thought. I was deeply moved by the lengths they were going to help me. I truly appreciated their efforts to keep me protected and far away from Archie. I never imagined things would go this far, or that they would think to hide me away in a place like this. It was completely unexpected. But the biggest surprise came when a sudden knock echoed at the front door. Dominic flashed me a soft smile before stepping forward to swing it open. I gasped loudly, instantly leaping to my feet and sprinting toward the person standing on th
The sound of birds chirping, waves crashing, and a cold wind sweeping into the room made me groan as I stirred in my sleep. I rolled onto my side and took a deep breath, wrapped in absolute comfort. I hugged the soft pillow beside me and snuggled closer, almost drifting back to sleep.Then, I suddenly jolted awake.I panicked, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar space. There was an open window on my right with curtains dancing in the breeze, a large electric fan at the foot of the bed, and a remarkably soft, warm mattress. Where the hell am I?I scrambled out of bed and rushed to peer through the window. My eyes widened at the sight."Why am I at a beach?" I asked myself in bewilderment. My heart hammered against my ribs as an intense wave of anxiety and fear washed over me. I stepped back, shaking my head."Did he catch me again? Did Archie bring me here?" I muttered frantically, scanning the rest of the room. It was actually nice and comfortable, but I could not bring myself to be
I could not bring myself to step inside because I could still hear his quiet sobbing. I did not know the reason behind his tears, but hearing them was enough to make my heart ache. Uncertain of what to do, I decided to sit on the floor outside his door and wait.As I sat alone outside his room, my mind wandered to a million different places. I thought of Ate Yolly and her safety. I prayed that she would not get hurt and that she would finally get the justice she had been chasing for her mother for so long. My thoughts drifted to my return to Sitio Maligaya, the place where I first met Dominic, and how I was now sitting right here in their house. I had not found Lola Aida or even Lester yet, and now I could hear Dominic crying. Did something terrible happen to cause those tears? Had that much changed during the months I was gone?I looked up and spotted a photo hanging on the wall in front of me. It was a familiar one, the photo of Dominic with a girl, both of them wearing their sports
The moment he ran back toward me, I snapped out of the daze I was in. I had been second-guessing myself, wondering if this was all just a cruel dream. But seeing him stand right in front of me, out of breath, drenched in sweat, and clutching the envelope that had been ripped away from me moments ago, shattered any illusion. This was reality.It really was Dominic. It was real. My eyes weren't playing tricks on me.He suddenly knelt in front of me while I remained seated. His eyes were fixed intently on mine. Even though he was completely flushed and sweating, he didn't even bother to wipe it away. He ignored his ragged breathing, remaining on his knees and just staring up at me. When I felt his palm gently brush against my hand, I flinched slightly."It's all there," he said, pressing the envelope into my palm. "I made sure he didn't get a single cent of your money," he added, pushing back his damp hair.My mouth remained shut while my heart throbbed with a terrifyingly familiar rhyth
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains themes of ongoing captivity, domestic abuse, sexual violence, trauma, and mentions of past suicidal ideation. Reader discretion is advised.I woke up in a completely unfamiliar place. The violent throbbing in my head made me intensely nauseous. I tried to stand up despite the crushing dizziness, and when I peered out the window, my worst fears were confirmed... We were somewhere else entirely.What happened? Where am I?My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed, so I sat back down on the edge of the bed to piece together what had occurred. Flashbacks flooded my mind, dragging up the last things I remembered: the desperate struggle to fight back, my frantic attempt to escape, and the brutal moment I was knocked unconscious.I buried my face in my hands as the crushing weight of my failed escape washed over me. I yanked at my hair in pure frustration, aggressively wiping away my tears. Now, I had absolutely no idea where I was, let alone how I would
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit and highly distressing themes, including severe physical and domestic abuse, sexual violence/assault, and gun violence. Reader discretion is heavily advised.That's right, Raegan. Fake your bravery until you make it. Until you make it toward the freedom that was stolen from you again. Fake your tough facade until it stays with you, and you'll be able to escape from that fucker."Come here, lovely," I heard him call me. I snapped out of my thoughts and pulled my gaze away from his room's window, slowly shifting my eyes toward him. He was there, sitting on his bed, shirtless while crossing his arms.If I were the old Raegan, I probably would have given in to him by now. If I were the old Raegan, I would have been the one to rush over and shower him with kisses. But now? I just find him disgusting. He makes me sick to my stomach. I know that he's still abusing substances. I know that he's still a fucker, and he will forever be a fucker."Ra
When I went downstairs to Lola Aida's house, I found Dominic there, drinking coffee. Lola Aida was nowhere to be seen, but when I peeked inside their house, I spotted her there. I don't know if I should continue walking. Dominic is there, busy with his coffee and still, not noticing me.He saw me c
As the days passed, I found myself with almost nothing to do at home. I would wake up, chat with Lola Aida, eat, take a shower, and sleep, an endless, repetitive cycle. Every afternoon, lola would take her siesta, leaving me with absolutely no one to talk to. I pulled out my phone and stared blan
My first day in Sitio Maligaya felt completely foreign. Everything about the place was unfamiliar to me. The distant chatter of people outside the house, the sweet chirping of birds, the faint music blasting from a neighbor's speaker, and the distinct rumble of passing tricycles, it was a sensory o
It was terrifying to think that I was all alone in a place entirely unfamiliar to me. I let my eyes wander across the new surroundings as my grip tightened on the bag I was carrying. Sitio Maligaya was a small place, but I could already see many people going about their own business.I stood there,







