"Don't you ever step foot in my house again!" George barked at the lady who lay on the hospital bed with swollen and bloodshot eyes. Her hand clutched her lower abdomen, tears rolling from her eyes to her ears and down to the pillow. Lydia didn't bother to look his way as her lips trembled. He had disfigured her face and beaten her mercilessly till she fainted. The only thing holding her back from leaving that house was her four years old daughter. It was from one problem to another, the doctor had told her that she had lost the baby in her womb again due to the horrible torture from her husband. "And don't even think of Khloe let alone come to see her" he added, causing Lydia to snap her eyes at him. She quickly forced her body up from the bed disconnecting the IV from her hand as she moved towards him and cried, "George, don't…, don't do this… to me" she choked as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She fell on her knees. Khloe was the only reason she remained in the lo

Lydia watched as the man came closer to her. With every step he took, she shook in fear of getting closer to her death. She had sent her ex-best friend a message to take care of her only daughter, Khloe. The best thing to do was to end it all, She was tired of this life. After all, that was what George wanted as well. When Carson walked closer to her, he frowned, 'isn't this the same lady from the hospital?' He asked himself. Looking at Lydia, he said calmly, “Get down” This only made her hold on to the rail behind her tightly. She was on the other side of the rail, standing at the very edge of the bridge. “No!” She replied stubbornly. Her eyes held a faraway look, her lips quivering as she began to say, “You don't know what I've been through. My life is a living hell. I just want to die, I just want to die!” She screamed. Her hair and hospital gown flew as the wind led them. The sound of water underneath them. Carson raised his hands in surrender, “I really would have loved

Feeling the soft mattress under her, Lydia hummed and moved comfortably on her bed. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar room, and began to wonder where she was. Her body ached, and her stomach grumbled in hunger. Still, on the bed, she began to recall all that happened. She looked around to confirm whether she was in prison or not. A smile formed on her lips, she was so happy that she not only did not die last night, but she also didn't sleep in jail. With a groan, she tried to stand up from the bed when she heard a lady's cry from outside, and she furrowed her brows. She slowly got up from the bed before making her way to the door. She noticed her hospital gown had been changed to a big gown. As she walked she thought, what was she thinking, he must have a wife, and the woman might be having an argument with him right now because he had brought a lady to their house. She needs to clarify things. Slowly, she traced her way to where the noise wa

“Why didn't you do anything?” She asked Carson when Marian was out of sight. She knew if he had asked Marian to give Gary a break, she would have obeyed. “Who else knows how to take care of Gary so well aside from her? She knows the best way to discipline him”. “But…” she paused, but Carson continued to watch her, waiting for her to speak. He could clearly see the displeasure on her face and the pain as well. He wondered how she could feel for someone she had just met. She wanted to cry for a child she had met not even up to an hour ago. Her husband had made her go through hell, yet she was still sweet and caring, he shook his head in wonder. “Good morning, Mr. Carson. Good morning ma'am” An older woman walked into the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am, Anny. This is Lydia, my client. Lydia this is ma'am Anny, my cook and housekeeper”. “Hello, ma'am. Good morning” Lydia greeted with a little bow while Ma'am Anny scoffed, “Call me Anny instead” Although Lydia didn't feel it was righ

“Lydia, hope you are ready?” Lydia heard Carson's voice from the outside as she dressed up.“Will be out in a minute” she yelled, so he could hear her. It was Monday, the day she had been waiting for. She was more than ready, especially when she had stayed days without Khloé. Now she is willing to do anything to get her Khloé.Dressed in a black skirt and blue long - sleeves top, she came out of her room looking different.Carson held his breath when he saw her. He was shocked to see her this smart and beautiful. Since he met her, she had always had a sad and pitiful face on that he wondered how she would be able to act smart in front of George. “I don't need to ask if you're ready anymore” he smiled. He was glad that the bruises and every trace of weariness were out.“I think I'm ready” she replied with a nod. As they began to step out, Lydia asked, “Where is Gary?” “Marian has taken him to school. He should be back home by 12 pm” “Oh,” was all Lydia could say. She would have l