Torn Wool

"Get out of my room!" Maya Marie shouted, closing her door to her parents' faces. "Maya Marie, just do this for us." Her mother said. Knocking gently at her door. "No mum. You only think about yourself. I'm not really caring about my feelings." Maya Marie said while sobbing under her sheet. "Get out of that room right now. Our future lay in your hand, and you must marry Ray Brown. And it's not an option for you." Her father shouted while pointing his hand to her door. "No, dad. Why don't you ask for my consent before setting me up with someone else. You all know I love Mark Wilson so much, and I can't trade him for anything. " "Don't tell me you are still in love with that boy after all what he did to you." He replied with an angry voice "Please, Maya, do this for us. Just marry Ray Brown to save our company. " Her mother said. "Noooo!!"Maya shouted. Everything went quiet until Maya heard the fading footsteps of her parents. She picks up her mobile phone and contacts

Maya woke up the next morning, walked up to the bathroom, and took her last shower in her father's house as she was leaving for the Lynx villa that same day. After her bath, she put on her makeup and styled her hair. She then stood in front of her mirror and gave herself a faint smile. She said to herself she was now married and would have to start taking critical decisions for herself. She walked down the stairs to her parents, who were already waiting for her. They hugged her and asked the servants to go get her bags from her room. Her mother kissed her on the check and whispered to her. “Never give up, continue striving” Maya smiled faintly as she nodded her head shyly. Ray's mother also arrived at Maya’s place. "My daughter, come let's go to your new home. " Said Mrs Lynx. "Okay, Mrs Lynx. " Maya said calmly "No, don't call me Mrs Lynx. Just call me mother because you are now like a daughter to me." "Okay, mother." maya said Mrs Lynx smiled as she led Maya to he

Their bags were dragged into the car and kept in the luggage box.Maya and Ray went into the car. Maya intended to stay quiet all through the way until Ray brought out his cigarettes again. He lit up some and started smoking. The smoke began to cover the whole car.Maya tried to roll down the glasses but was afraid he would react badly to it, so she just decided to cover her noise with her dress.Even with that, she still couldn't stop herself from coughing. "Are you tired of inhaling the smoke?" He asked with a cold but deep voice. "Yes, I am." Maya replied, "Stop the car!!" Ray said, "If you are tired of inhaling the smoke, then get out." Maya sat in the back seat, crossing her hand with her dress still round her noise. "No, I'm okay with it."She said with a shaky voice. "Are you sure?"He asked. "Yes, I'm okay with the smoke." she replied to him. "Better."He said in a stiff voice. "Drive!!"He commanded. The car started moving, and the car became silent once again. Ma

Ray walked into his room slowly, shutting the door with a soft but final click. The house was quieter now, than it usually was. Maya was somewhere behind her locked door, and the chaos of the day had settled into an eerie stillness. But Ray’s mind was far from quiet. It was drowning in memories.He drove to his parents home and made his way into his room.He made his way to the corner drawer, the one he never let anyone touch and carefully opened it. Inside was a velvet pouch, aged and fading. He drew it out gently, as though it held something sacred. From within it, he took a necklace slightly yellowed at the corners, but still intact.He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the necklace. It was old, from years ago he must have been no more than six. And there he had memories of a young girl, around the same age, her brown messy hair, a bruise on her arm, and a defiant fire in her eyes. They were sitting in a hospital corridor, with their legs dangling from metal chairs, their ha

Maya paced her room with slow, deliberate steps. The sun had barely risen, and yet her thoughts had been awake since the night before, echoing with Jacqueline’s voice. “I think I might be her.”Maya had wanted to burst through that door and scream the truth. But something in her, maybe Amira had stopped her.No.She wouldn’t fight this with noise.She would end it with proof.And when Ray looked her in the eye, he would know.She sat at her desk and opened the wooden keepsake box her mother had left her before leaving her at the orphanage one of the few remnants of her early childhood before she was taken in by the Mensahs. Inside were faded pictures, trinkets… and tucked deep within, a small, discolored notebook with the word "Amira" etched faintly on the back cover in pencil.She’d never paid it much attention before. But now, her fingers flipped through the worn pages as if searching for treasure.And there it was.A page in her own childish handwriting:"Saw a boy today. They hur