I woke up in a dark room. Not even a glimpse of light in sight. I let out a shivery breath as the coldness of the room bit into my skin, sinking its claws in to incite a painful chill. "Where am I?" I croaked in a whisper. My throat was painfully parched. I stayed still for several seconds, forcing myself to recall what had brought me to this point. Suddenly the lights came on and the unanticipated entrance of illumination flooded my eyes so much, I had to snap them shut. "I see you're awake." His voice echoed through the empty room. "I just knew." I palmed my face in exhaustion. "Excuse me?" "I mean who else would want to ruin my baby shower by abducting me, if not my husband's nemesis?" I rhetorically questioned. "That's how low you think of me? Your 'husband's nemesis' ?" He mimicked me with a sneer. "What do you want from me? Why are you trying to kill me?" I don't know where all this courage was coming from but I was sure that running my mouth with this man was a very dang
"He killed her! He fucking murdered her!" Hex looked like he was having a mental breakdown."My sweet, sweet Carrie..." He cried out.I was shaking like a leaf by the time he was done with his tantrum. I don't know what scared me more - The fact that a grown man was throwing a tantrum in front of me or that the man I was married to happened to be a cold blooded killer.Then it made sense. The weapons, shoot outs, long trips, shady movements, calls and late nights. Zach was part of the underworld and as stupid as I was (Pregnancy brain included) I could not figure it out. I was so dumb."Five years ago, I got a call from Carrie. She sounded terrified, she wanted me to come get her because Zach was acting up again. I thought it was another one of their petty squabbles until she told me he had a gun." "She didn't know about you guys." I said knowingly."I couldn't tell her. Carrie," he chuckled. "She was too morally upright to accept that kind of thing. He wanted to quit for her but Adri
The cards were laid before me, I had to pick a side. I was stuck in a maze, wondering how I got into this mess - a mix so uneven. I should have listened. I should have left when I had the chance. I gasped for air, trying my hardest to breathe in such a state. It felt like I was drowning, struggling for my life while holding on to thinnest sheet of breath I could grab on to. I felt myself jerk severally but I still could not tell where I was. "Patient is coming to..." I heard from a distance. A sudden wave of paralyzing sleepiness hit me. I tried to keep my eyes open, to at least figure out what was happening but I couldn't hold it. I slipped into unconsciousness again. ~~~ I heard sniffling in the background with incessant sobs as I opened my eyes at what felt like hours later. My eyes fought through the blurriness and eventually focused on the figures situated at one end of the room. "Mama?" It seemed my voice startled her cause she jumped and immediately wiped her eyes befo
"Hannah, what are you saying?""I can't do this anymore Zach. I can't." I said weakly."Hannah, you can't do this now. I need you."I shook my head, slowing untangling myself from his strong arms. I couldn't go on like this. I ran out of there without a looking back. Having him hold me so close like that was messing with me. I was resolute at this point, this union had drained me too much and I was done. For good.I heard him come after me and I hastened my steps. "Hannah let's at least discuss-"I slammed the door in his face before he could complete the statement. I could not be swayed by his empty words, not at all. Not anymore.For the next few days I anxiously waited for the mailman to bring in my package. "Poof?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and reflexively jumped. "Yes Mama." I said in relief."Are you alright?"I don't understand how such a simple question could bring tears to my eyes. However, I blinked them away and nodded."I was coming up to see you when one of the maid
Author's note: (Before going further into this chapter, I'd like to let you know that there are some things that may or may not align with your faith/religion in this chapter. If you are not comfortable with faith-based novels, I'd advise that you skip cause this is imperative to the story line I intend to deliver. Thank you.) ~~~ I didn't even know why I was here. My feet just carried me out of the hotel room that morning after a night of endless grieving. The ray of sunshine led me out of the building until I somehow found my feet in front of this church. I walked in, all the way to the altar. I felt a pull so strong, I couldn't turn back even when I wanted to. Right in front of the pew, I collapsed on my knees and silently wept. Unable to form words, unable to think or do anything for that matter, I just wept until the tightened sensation in my chest freed me a little. I don't even know how long I had been there. I only opened my eyes when I heard a deep baritone voice. "Are you
"My head," I groaned.I sat up slowly, unable to recognize where I was. I held my throbbing head with one palm, squinting as I tried to figure out where I was. It was so white, I thought I had made it to the great beyond."Where am I?" I asked aloud, hoping for an echo."Hey there..."The familiar baritone made me snap my eyes around the place only to see Pastor Simon. Was he dead too?"To answer your question, you're in the hospital.""Oh," I mouthed, realizing I had thought a little too far. "How did I get here? How were you able to... uhm?" I didn't even know what to ask."To answer the questions plaguing your mind, I'll tell you this; I was heading out when I realized you left your scarf. I typically would have kept it until I saw you again but then I had a strong pull to give it to you. I drove to your hotel, called, you didn't pick up so I went in and asked of you. I eventually found my way to your room after several calls and that was when we found you unconscious. The rest the
"Hannah? Would you like to contribute anything to what has been said here today?" I looked up to meet Cindy's gaze. She had led the study session that Saturday. It had been a few weeks here and she was among the several people that showed up for bible study that was usually held in the backyard on Saturday evenings. "Um," I looked around anxiously. "Hannah is still new to the family so she might want to ask questions instead." Pastor Simon spoke up on my behalf. "Surely she can say something, no matter how little." She insisted. He tried to protest again but I cut in. "It's fine, Pastor." I said. About twenty plus pairs of eyes turned to me as I gradually got on my feet. "Well ,um, thank you for such a powerful teaching Sister Cindy," I started off. She gave me quick nod and gestured for me to carry on speaking. I opened my bible to the chapter we had just discussed "Today we talked about the healing ministry of Jesus. Our main citation was the woman with the issue of blood."
"Bye Miss Hannah!" It made my heart swell with joy when the kids bade me goodbye with wide smiles on their faces as their parents came to get them after church. It was such an honor to be one of the people dutifully teaching them the way of the Lord. "Bye." I softly responded to each one with a grin, standing by the doorway as they left one after the other. "See you next week." I added occasionally It took a while but the class was finally empty and I was packing up so I could go check on my workers in my newly established salon downtown. It was only a few minutes drive away from the church so after that I would go back to my apartment. I scheduled everything in my head as I arranged the desk in front of me, not expecting the visitor that walked in. "Oh Jesus." I mumbled as I spotted her wry smile when she walked in. "Hi Cindy." I chirped first to avoid any awkward stare downs. "What brings you here?" "Oh you know," she shrugged. "I'm just here to say hi to the Mrs." My brows dr