MasukIt was finally the day of the auction "And now we are presented with a human who looks a little unkempt right now, but with a little care from her owner would be as good as new" the hosts voice rang over the speakers in what seemed like a dungeon used for illegal gambling. But I couldn't look much, being locked in a basement for three months without any form of light coming in, and suddenly being on stage where all attention and the center light was on me was enough to just make me shut my eyes and wait for what was to come. "We'll start with $25,000" is that really my worth. Do I really amount to nothing, that I have to be sold at an auction. "$26,000" "$26,500" "$30,000" "$30,000, is there anyone who wants to bid higher? Going once, going twice... This went in for a few more minutes and I gave up hope. This was it, this is where my life journey ends. I will get sold here then if my buyer is an organ trafficker he would probably kill me and sell off my organs. "Five hundred million dollars" a deep manly voice grunted from the corner of the room "Wow that's a very high bid...I doubt if anyone is willing to go higher than that. Going once, going twice, sold. Congratulations Mr Jimmie Hendrix, you just won yourself a hot looking toy...everyone is left to wonder what you will be doing with her tonight." Jimmie who was sitting in a dark corner of the room gave a sinister smirk and uttered under his breath "Found you!!!"
Lihat lebih banyakWhen I got home that night, Ethan was there… sitting on the couch in the living room. He was drunk again.The TV murmur filled the room like wallpaper."You're late," he said, not even looking away from the TV.“Yeah… your mum asked to see me.”"Okay."He didn't ask any further questions. How can I still love someone who wouldn't even look at me? Someone who's drunk every other night. I refuse to believe he drinks because of me.“I need to tell you something,” I blurted before I lost my courage.He paused and finally turned to look at me. “Okay.”“I—” The words stuck. “I cheated on you…” I paused, then continued, “with Jimmie.”Ethan didn’t speak. He folded his arms slowly, his gaze fixed on me, calm as a lake.“I don’t know how it happened,” I said, voice trembling. “But I suddenly lost feelings for you and started liking him. I felt safe with him. And I don't regret it.”Still nothing.I braced for the show — the inhale, the shout, the accusation. Instead, Silence.Whiskey.Ethan cro
When I got to his office, he was standing by the window. I stood by the door, waiting for what would come next.He turned around and walked toward me in big strides. He stopped right in front of me; my breath was becoming uneven. He hadn’t even done anything and I was already shaking underneath.He placed his right hand on the door, leaning toward me."I've missed you," he said, looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.He's not going to make us do it here, is he?"Didn't you miss me?" he asked."What are you talking about? You saw me yesterday," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady."Seeing the fact that you didn't miss me means I didn't leave a good impression, which means I should do even better today.""What do you—" The lock clicked. My pulse tripped over itself— heat and fear tangled too fast to separate. His lips crashed onto mine — fierce, hungry, claiming. For a second I forgot how to breathe. I should’ve stopped him. I didn’t even try.My fingers trembled against his shi
When I woke up from the dream, Ethan wasn’t next to me on the bed; he wasn’t even in the house.I couldn’t think straight. I picked up my phone and called Jimmie. With tears in my eyes, I said,“I saw her,” I whispered. “The woman in my dreams. The one who killed Mom.”“Hold on. I’ll be right there.”Within moments, Jimmie was already inside my apartment. The apartment felt too quiet — like even the walls were holding their breath with me.The door was still swinging on its hinges, letting in a rush of cold morning air.“What did you see?! Tell me. Tell me everything.”I started explaining everything — all the fragments I’ve seen since I left the hospital.The words tumbled out faster than I could breathe.Every dream — or should I say nightmare. I told him all the ones I could remember.Jimmie listened like someone who could rewrite the world with my words alone, wiping away each tear before it could fall.When I explained everything, he promised to tell me everything he could rememb
I didn't know when I fell asleep on Jimmie's chest. When I woke up, it was exactly 1:38 a.m.The room was still warm from his skin, the scent of him clinging to the sheets.Can't believe I stayed here till midnight. I need to get back home. I got down from the bed and started putting what's left of my clothes on.Jimmie stirred in the bed, and when he realized I wasn't next to him, he got right up."What are you doing?!" he asked, using one hand to wipe sleep from his eye and the second to adjust his messy hair."I'm going home."Jimmie sprang up from the bed — too fast.My pulse stumbled.My breath caught, chest tightening like I’d been caught stealing time."What do you mean?!?"In the next moment, he was standing next to me."You should put something on... you'll catch a cold," I said, trying to shift my attention from his perfectly chiseled abs.Heat crept up my neck — traitorous, impossible to hide."Why would you go back to him?!" he queried, grabbing my shoulders and turning me
The glass doors to C&J Enterprises slid open with a quiet hiss, and my reflection appeared beside Ethan’s in the polished surface. My palms were slightly damp; I told myself it was just nerves about working since I hadn't done that ever since I dropped out of school. But deep down, I knew it was mo
That evening, the dreams came again.Everywhere was on fire. A woman’s figure appeared in front of me—blurred.I kept pushing through the smoke to see her face, but as I turned around, I saw a man holding a gun. Fear gripped me, and the next moment, he shot at me.I woke up with a cry, heart racing
It’s been a month now since I got discharged, and everything still feels unfamiliar.How can I close my eyes and open them, only to realize four years have gone by?Everything feels different. Memory loss is something that occurs in the brain, so I should be able to remember things by heart, right?
Days passed, soft and slow, like time itself had lost meaning.The hospital walls no longer smelled of medicine but of faint flowers from Ethan’s daily bouquet. He was there every morning, smiling, gentle, familiar — the one constant I could still name. And yet, when I looked at him, a small ache s
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