Lahat ng Kabanata ng Obsession of Prisoner VII : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

 "I'd forgotten how draining being a Don was," I said as I sat in the back of the Rolls Royce, one of my trusted men was driving, "it's always the same things just different people," I sighed as I brought the glass of whisky to my lips, gulping it all down.  He was trained to always listen, but to never respond. It's almost like therapy except that if he so much as gives me a glance that makes me feel like he's judging me, he's dead.  "I just hope seeing Beauty will make me feel a lot better," I voiced, "I've got patience but I really need a release right now."  We were driving in the streets of Philadelphia, passing the buildings and the busy streets; the busy lights and fast paced life of these people. I looked out the window, looking at each face, like I used to do when I was much younger and imagined what kind of life they lived. Did they love someone? Did they get fired? Do they have thou

 "What did they say?" Zale asked me as I entered the Bentley and I sighed. "They said they'll let me know," I groaned, "but I know I didn't get it. I was stuttering so much and I didn't know what to say after certain questions," I felt exhausted and deflated because this was harder than I thought it would. I've attended over three different interviews for any kind of position I thought I was fitting for and each one was exactly the same. It was either hearing a "no" straight to my face or getting the "we'll be in touch" as they looked at me with bored faces. "Here, I bought you a pizza," Zale said to me as I looked at the box of pizza in between us and I smiled gratefully at him, "I know you're probably hungry after such a long day," he continued and I nodded. I can't believe I'm here eating something so greasy inside a Bentley that looked brand new like he'd just purchased it this morni

 "Good morning, angel," Zale greeted me as I walked lazily to his car, my shoes still not on and still very much half asleep as I slid into the luxury limousine, "rise and shine." "It's only 3 AM," I notified him as I took the coffee he was holding out to me. "The business world never sleeps," he chuckled as he looked at me put on my shoes and look at my reflection in the mirror, glad that I had enough time to shower and get dressed into a decent outfit, "only fools sleep eight hours a night," he said and I thought over his words, nodding in agreement.  "We wake up before everyone else. I had mercy on you because it's your first day but from tomorrow onwards, we get home at midnight and at two AM we get to work." "There's no way you sleep for two hours," I gasped as I looked at Zale, but he just shrugged as he popped a pill into his mouth and gulped it down with some water.&

 I'd like us to establish one thing and one thing only, I'm fucking damaged. Always have been and probably always will be. I tried to change but we all know that change can't happen overnight especially for a fucked up girl like myself. I've been through all kinds of shit, all kinds of shit with all kinds of men. I've been in prostitution ever since I was only sixteen years old. So when I say I'm fucking damaged, that should already let you in on some of the fucked up shit I've done. I'm talking about sleeping with men triple my age. I've tried to deal with my issues but every person I've ever been with has never allowed me to deal with it. They all just tell me to hush and that everything will be ok. I'll let you in on a little secret about men, they love damaged women. Not because they can fix us, but because we end up depending on them and making them our heroes and men love that. I'm

 Everything about my day had been perfect. I'd gone shopping until my feet hurt and I bought the most beautiful of silk dresses and the sexiest of underwear. I didn’t rob myself of the luxury of designer bags and shoes and as I had promised Zale, I went for a massage. I did my hair and nails and I was feeling refreshed and the best I've felt in a while.  But I needed some relief and now that Zale was home, I knew that some way, somehow he'd catch me in my bathroom. I don't know how but I just know that he will and honestly, I don't think I'm ready for him to see me like that. I just got this job and I can't lose it, and this might be what will make him snap and push him over the edge. Strangely, I don’t want to upset him because he was trying so hard to bring light into my world but he had no idea that I was more damaged than I let on.  So I stood outside the door of Hadassah's apartment, waiting for her to