Bang Bang Bang Bang. Bang I woke up to those sounds as I've done the past few years. My eyes flutter open but I'm forced to close them as the sunlight was blinding. “Good morning Miss, Ava,” My maid, Cecelia greets me with a smile. " Morning," I get out of bed and start to get ready for the day. Going to the bathroom, I wash my hair thoroughly and wash my body with oils. My skin should be perfect, and radiant because Mario likes it that way. The maid comes in here with a small frown on her face and gets on one knee, helping me as always. Finishing, we go to the closet where I pick out a two-piece floral dress but Cecilia protests, bringing out a short turtleneck dress. “ This one will look nice on you and it will cover the bruise on my shoulder," I nod and wear the dress she picked out for me and do my makeup, wearing my heels, I allow her to guide me downstairs. “ Where to?” I ask. “ Breakfast and then you are going to the doctor’s,” stop in my tracks, my heart pounding
Tears are streaming down my face, no one will help me, not even Troy.“ Boss the girls are arriving today we should start preparing,” he says, I know it’s just a way to help me.“ Don't worry Troy, I’ll leave soon just after she knows who she belongs to,” Mario sneers. looking at the small branding iron in one of the men’s eyes. I cry loudly when he walks towards me like I'm prey. My first instinct is to grab a gun from the floor he used to kill that man. I hold the gun tighter, pointing at him with fidgeting hands. I can kill him right here, right now and I will be gunned down as well but I have nothing to lose, my life is over. I flinch when he laughs.“ Put that down baby girl, you look horrible,” indeed, I’m scared and sweating. I’ve been here for a long time and this is the most scared I have been.“ do-don't come close,” I whisper stammering, between this gun and that brand iron, I’m more scared of the gun.BangBang. The boss doesn’t like anyone in his way, I remember the day my
'Ava, you are getting out tonight,' Troy explains the plan to me but I don't even listen, I'm so happy and scared. “ I can't believe I'll be seeing Mama,” I whisper happily. “ You can’t see her,” Troy says in a sympathetic tone. Why can't I see my mother when I've been separated from her for four years? “It's too dangerous. Once you leave Marion will hunt you down and we can’t have Sela in danger,” he finishes, and I nod in understanding. It’s safer this way.After Troy leaves my room, I find myself looking at the cottage where the girls are.…..The next morning, I don’t see Marion thank God. He's probably refraining from all the insults I’ll send his way. It’s been silent today, no gunshots or screams and I didn't leave the room. Cecelia comes to check on me after an hour and asks if I need anything. I switch off the tv and go to the window when I hear cars. Mario appears in my sight of the vision, wearing a suit and a hat, I must confess, he looks good.The cars stop and first
Mario hovers over me, kissing me savagely and I hold the glass tighter, without a care that it is hurting me. I don’t cry or resist. “Get off me!” I say softly but it's futile, his fingers caress my core and I shudder goes down my body. Expelling, I raise my hand and stab him, he looks shocked by this as blood flows and he slowly gets off me while holding his neck. I push him and he crashes into the wall." Bitch," He hisses, blood splattering from his mouth. I sit on the edge of the bed, enjoying as he trashes, trying to get help but it's futile, he's getting weak. A sense of comfort washes over me, knowing that he is suffering. It is not nearly enough, this bastard deserves great suffering. I get up from the edge and hit him hard across his face. Anger bubbles and I hit and kick him over and over again. He groans and begs me to stop in a weak voice but all I feel is pain. I kick him everywhere I can when I remember, I need to escape, if his men find him like this, they'll surely k
When we leave there are men everywhere but no one is coming here. Mikael takes us behind the cottage, and I gasp when I see a body brutally mutilated. How can someone kill him like that? I glance at Mikael who looks unbothered by the sight, and now I see a lot of them piled aside, those were guards looking after the girls. Resisting the edge to throw up, I continue walking, taking a deep breath. When one of the dead man's radios starts to ring, Mikael gets it“ what are you doing?” I hiss quietly, the girls are watching us scared, he signals me to keep quiet“còmo estàn las niñas?,” he looks at me expecting me to say something, great he can’t understand Spanish, I sigh telling him ' they are asking about the girls' I whisper but he is dumbfounded.“ todo es Bueno,” He whispers, trying to change his usual accent. The girls muffle laughs but he sounds terrible.Mikael leads us deep into the woods, using the back roads of the estate and soon, we reach the tarmac and he stops a container t
BrotherBrother, it keeps running in my head, they are siblings.“ Well, hello wifey,” he says waving. Nik looks at me with a serious face and then turns to his younger brother. “ No you idiot, she lied to get in here, she’s running from those men,” he points outside at the men in dark uniforms before his green eyes dart back at me. “ So, who did you kill sister-in-law, as in we are not judging, my family are far from being saints but you look too human to even-““Jeremy, let’s go, I’m late,” the older brother speaks in a bored tone. I smile, so the young one's name is Jeremy? It suits his jovial character. Nik begins to walk to the plane while Jeremy is rooted in his steps. Why is he not leaving? Is he worried about me? " Aren't you leaving?" I ask. He looks back at Mario's men and sighs" They want you back, are you some sort of Princess running from your Prince charming?" " Oh running from the devil," I mutter under my breath. Nik stops walking when he realizes that his young
I’ve been busy the whole week at the new apartment. It has a huge sofa, a small tv, and other necessities. The next morning, I woke up to an ad on my computer, saying that someone needed a personal assistant. Getting ready, I wear an office outfit and heels, brush my hair and go to the interview. My uber driver takes me to the address and I'm surprised to see it's the hospital, not feeling quite confident, I enter. " Hello, I saw this ad and I'm here for an interview," I tell the receptionist. She eyes me from top to bottom and directs me. " Thanks," She only rolls her eyes. I snort at her rude behavior. Waiting in line, I feel so timid, everyone is confident with credentials while I have none. I inwardly cuss myself. “Next,” the secretary called, I get up from my seat, expelling I enter the office. " Hello, dear. I'm doctor Nena Smith, a gynecologist." A middle-aged woman says. She exude an aura of elegance. " Hello," She motions for me to take a chair in front of her des
My eyes widen, choking on my saliva. Mrs. Smith chuckles and pats my back. I drink the water a waitress brings before turning back to the doctor" Excuse me?" Is this woman crazy? I don't even like babies at all and now she wants me to carry one? No way. Ava, you can't. " I don't even like kids," I tell her straight up," You don't have to like them to carry one, sweetie," She says, her voice so calm as though she did not drop a bomb for me to digest. " Why should I do that, Doc, I already told you, I'm leaving this city as soon as possible," " You can't without money or documentation," She retorts. Fuck it, she's right. I only have $ 800 in my account. " If you agree to do this, my ex-son-in-law and I will pay you lots of money,"I take back my seat and sigh, covering my face in thoughts. “ You want money and I want to fulfill my daughter’s wish,” “ That doesn’t mean I’m willing to sell my womb!” I tell her sharply. For so long, the doctor has been making me take tests and b