Finally the date was set for me to meet Anzania's dad and I was so happy it was during the school holidays. So I wouldn't be a mess in my class worrying abouteetkngy probably future father in law.Today was Tuesday and I was getting ready for Friday. I couldn't hide my nerves."what are they allergic to?""princess first time is only my dad okay... Then the following time my siblings will be here." she said taking off her work jacket and coming to kiss me.She was working night shift so I always made sure that when she came back home there was good breakfast then a shower and she would rest a bit." mhm... You went all out today.." she said looking at the table that I set up. I did go out. I gave her way too many options you'd swear it was a restaurant. "...Did I forget an anniversary or a birthday or something?" she asked and I shook my head, "no you didn't... I'm just nervous about this.. So I cook... Coz schools are closed and I don't have work. So I stress cook."She kissed me ag
I imagined this moment every single day from the first day I started running away from the Kamp family. I imagined what it would be like to be captured and taken back. What they would look like or what they would say when they first saw me. God!I swallowed as I saw them all holding the gun that could kill me. Only me and not Anzania. I was panicking a little inside until I remembered Mr Kamp's words before I ran away. He always says he would find me and bring me just to continue what he started. That there was something special about me. It made me sick, but also made me calm down since I figured out how to win this. So I felt a little bit better. Some confident building up. What I was confident about was that they wanted me alive, so they would never kill me and that gun they were holding was only a danger to me.I quickly moved and stood in front of Anzania."what are you doing princess?""it's me they want.... Right?" I said the last word looking at them, "you want me right? So
My head felt heavy and my eyes refused to open. I took a deep breaths as I thought about why this was happening.Slowly I opened my eyes and furrowed my brows at my surroundings. Where the fuck was I because this was not my room and definitely not Anzanias.This room featured sleek and sophisticated decor, clean lines, and a monochromatic color palette that created a sense of harmony and balance. The walls were painted in a soft shade of neutral grey, which provides a calming backdrop for the rest of the room's features.I squinted my eyes a bit. Something was wrong. I looked around me and the large, plush bed I was sitting on was the centerpiece of the room, dressed in crisp, white linens and fluffy pillows that beckon one to sink in and unwind. The bedframe was made of dark wood or metal, with a headboard upholstered in a soft, textured fabric for added comfort.The bedside table on my side of the bed was made of sleek and glossy materials, like glass or polished metal. They were e
"you look nervous..." Sophie said and I sighed, "how should I look?"She shrugged before going to sit in bed, "I don't know. Curious or excited. I've seen her. She is very beautiful."She has always been beautiful. I could never forget that about her. But also I could never forget the pain I went through with her sitting there watching. I know she was a kid but she must have known what her dad was doing was wrong. She should have helped me. But my cries were not enough."I know.." I responded to Sophie and she laughed, "no Allison. I don't think you know. I've seen her and she looks like she was cut out of the magazine... She looks like those models who have been photoshoped, only she isn't photoshoped, she is fucking real."Sophie had no idea how I knew how beautiful she was. But her beauty meant nothing to me. She was just like her father and that alone disgusted the living out of me. Made me want nothing to do with her.Besides, my heart was with someone who no longer was in this w
"You work with them." I said more to myself and the room went quiet since it was the first time I said something.I swallowed and started thinking about everything. My mind wouldn't stop. How she helped me. She couldn't be working with them. She was working for sir to help me get out of here.But then why the first name basis? Or nicknames? You must really be comfortable with someone in order to give them a short name or something. So why would they be that comfortable with each other if Sophie was working for the enemy? Maybe because she has been here for so long! Maybe she talked to her a lot because I was out for 3 if not 4 days when I first got here. So they could have gotten along. But then again, not to this point. Sophie acted like she was hurt when she got here. Like they did to her what they did to me when I was young. So why would she be so friendly with her if her father was hurting her?"Did you say something baby?" Cecelia asked and I lifted my head to look at her so I c
The breakfast came in as faster than I expected. But since I rested well I was kinda looking forward to it and to what my so called future wife had planned for me.I walked in wearing my sweatpants comfortably and found her sitting there in sweatpants too.I ached my brow ans she got up with a small smile on her face, "what? Did you think you'd be the only one comfortable?"I shrugged, "I don't know. I couldn't imagine you in sweatpants. You always look like a queen or something."She smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment. Unless you mean I look hideous."I quickly shook my head, "oh God no. You look beyond beautiful."The table wasn't big today. It was just small and fit for two people next to the corner. There wasn't many food also. Just some coasy toast bread, cereal, milk, butter and a few other things you put on a sandwich.She cleared her throat," I am so sorry for the way they treated you. Had I known I'd have out a stop right from the start."I arched my brow, she spoke like
Later that night I couldn't sleep. I had so many questions without answers and I didn't think Sophie had answers to them also.She asked what was wrong and wondered if something happened between me and Cecelia. Like if we got into a fight or what but I just shrugged and told her I'm tired and wanted to sleep.But sleep couldn't come, instead my mind couldn't stop wondering about everything. It went back to the day I escaped here. How I heard about 3 or 4 knocks on the door. How I woke up and opened the door to find the guard next to it fast asleep. I had been planning on running any chance I got. So no matter how suspicious that looked I didn't question it, I just went with it. I ran for my life and everything seemed to have been in my favor when no one found me. I was the happiest when I left here. Finally thinking I was free. I didn't think they'd find me and I'd hear their side of the story.. And by their I mean the girl I have told myself to hate. I was now laying in bed fille
Anzania... It was now 3 months since I watched her getting shot right in front of my eyes. That image still felt fresh in my head, like it was happening every night I closed my eyes and I didn't know what to do with it.I had no one to talk to. Sophie was married to my rapist and I couldn't fully trust Cecelia. She has been trying and she has never done anything in front of me to make me doubt her. It was just my ruined childhood that elad me these trust issues. Therefore I had no idea what to do with all my thoughts.Do I let go and finally trust Cecelia? Was she telling the truth with everything? That she didn't like their way of doing things?She has been patient for the past month and hasn't even wavered from her intentions. She was still giving the same energy and mostly making sure I was comfortable and safe.I knew I'd have to decide soon, but I couldn't while I was withholding information about Anzania. I still loved her. My heart wasn't fully here. So I think talking about he