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
A week passed with me eating breakfast alone. In fact they were bringing the bold like they did when I was locked up with Sophie. I felt like I was a prisoner again but this time I wasn't chain.A part of me felt bad and guilty. Cecelia told me from when I moved into her home at 12 that she wanted to marry me. From before her father ruined me and used me as a punching bag for the hate he had for his daughter.So I felt a but bad think maybe I hurt her. I didn't only love Anzania I also marked her as mine forever. To my kind that was the biggest betrayal. So I kinda understood why I was getting the cold shoulder.The door opened as usual during lunch and the maid walked in with a tray of food. I hated eating lately. I was so lonely and bored. I didn't have anyone to talk to and deep down I missed Cecelia. I've been so accustomed to being around her and her jokes or just her telling me how worthy I was and how sorry she was about the pain I went through because of her family. I kinda li
For the past 5 months I have been here I couldn't even think about 1 time that Cecelia made me feel bad or had people put me in order the way her father did.Of course the first month I didn't see her because I was pissed at her and also because I killed two guards and was sent to a home prison for maybe 3 weeks. But the following 4 months were spent with her. Eating together, talking, watching something. Talking and more eating. The only time I wouldn't see her was when she was on business meetings.I've grown to hate these meetings coz they rook her away from me. I was left alone and bored with nothing to do. But as soon as she was out of the meeting she'd tell through her maid me she was coming home to me.I still didn't have a phone. I failed to understand why but I didn't ask it out loud. I guess she wanted to make sure she trusts me before she tasted me with a cell phone.Something that I was interested in was how my family was going to react after not talking to each other for