Freda’s POVI wanted to scream, to scream loud till my lungs hurt. I hated myself for thinking about the cruelest man who had snuffed the fire out of me. Yes, he had caused pain to the grave for my body to keep in check but I was ready to look past it, I was ready to make sure that I didn't remember all that he had done to me. Seeing them together made me want to itch my skin away from my frame. It was too much pain. I could care less if he ended up with her or not, it was the fact that this sane whore almost sent me to my early grave for something I still do not understand. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I was heaving as I scouted the room, looking for something to break. I held the door, fell down on the floor, and broke down, there was pain, a lot of pain that sat in the middle of my chest. I felt like I was struggling for air as I recalled the picture of them together. I knew that the end was already at the drain but I stuck with what I believed. What I heard, I w

Freda’s POVIn a normal scenario, it was a day for punishment. I kept clinging to myself as I cried myself to bits hoping that I would be sent to the cold room. Maybe finally, my death would come and everything would definitely make sense. Maybe, all I'm feeling would just be nothing but a dying flame and I wouldn't have to worry about trying to be seen or noticed. It was the most difficult thing to do, to sit when you know you have caused more damage to someone's heart, originally than usual. I stayed by my bed and stared at the blue night for the longest time. I didn't know how much time had passed but the view here during nighttime just pulls me in. There was a slight knock on the door, my heart was racing when I said. "Please come in." It was Sophia. She was looking distraught trying to avoid my gaze. Something in me wanted it to be checking up on me but how would you check on someone that tried to kill you? When the question popped into my head, I stopped thinking about it sbd

Alfred’s POV"You do not understand what it means to live like this," I growled at Kale who was unmoved. Kale had seen the worst of me and most of the time, he'd just watch. Most of the time, it is more amusing for him but this was different. Even with her sullenness, she had managed to capture the hearts of those around her. Everybody loved her and she didn't deserve everything that was happening. I fixed my eyes and looked out the window, imagining what her smile would look like if she was standing in this room or waiting for me in my room."It is bad enough that I bought her off without any prior details. It is bad enough that I had to snatch her away from her life. I was just watching from afar and it should have stayed that way. I thought buying her off from the auction house was going to get her out of trouble. Now, under this very roof, I have tortured her until she wanted to die and now you are telling me to add more misery to her already-filled cup and make her like us."Ka

Freda’s POVAlfred has been awfully quiet since I requested more details. I watched every one of his movements closely, wondering what was in his mind. What he was going to do next. I have never seen him so distraught before and so out of pace. He was typing, ignoring me. The doctors came and checked my vitals, while Alfred kept on with what he was doing pretending that he was not there. "I can see that your knee is still taking time to heal. As I suggested before, you might need another physical therapy to nurse yourself back to perfect health.""But I feel fine. Although my throat is like a scratch on wood though, I'm still trying…to get the words out while feeling a whole lot of pain..apart from that, I'm surprisingly strong and my vision got better." The doctor stared at Alfred for a while, Alfred glared at him and I was still trying to understand what was going on between these two. "What is it?" If there was anything I hated, it was being kept in the dark. Something that I sh

Freda’s POVIt was taking forever to walk but I was already getting a hang of it, my physical therapist, Jane was helping me out nicely. Sometimes, talking to her about my inner struggles was just uplifting at a point. I have been quiet when he was still hovering around me "You do not have to stay beside me, I am fine. There is high security to come to my rescue." I told him but he was still hovering, having a peek through the curtain of my soul. If care was taken he would have tried to glue me to himself so I would be under his watch. "Anything can happen. You have a tendency to always draw trouble close to you. No matter how hard I try to make you stay away from matters that don't concern you, you just get thrown into them and that is not good." He finally says dien staring in between the blanks. I was wondering what was usually his routine. He had no work in place for him to do. "So it was my fault that somehow your fiance looked for ways to end my life no matter how hard I tr