Lahat ng Kabanata ng VENGEFUL HEARTS: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 36

CHAPTER 31HELENWhy is he not here yet?What is going on out there? I kept asking myself as I shot up from the bed and paced the room again like a lunatic.I was losing my mind. Fear and anxiety was crippling my mind and I wished there was something I could do.It had been a while since I heard the noise from downstairs, and it had been exactly three long hours since I had walked out on both men. I had been waiting since then for that gentle knock on the door that would decide my fate.I wanted to be mad at him for keeping something like that from me. For treating me so right, even when I was just a gift bait for a business exchange. But it felt like he had made up for all the wrong, and it was not like I had any other choice.I looked through the window of my room towards the darkening garden, and I wondered for the umpteenth time if I should try my luck and run off. I might be really lucky now since every employee in the house whom I have met treats me with as much respect as their

CHAPTER 33HELENMaybe my head has been submerged in whatever for too long, or maybe the muffled sounds I heard were of someone else in the bathroom who was trying to say something to me.I raised my head above water level and waited a few seconds until my eyes and heartbeat adjusted to normal, and then I saw the matron standing over me and looking at me with a queer look that said more than words could tell.‘Urrhm, good morning?’ I said, and it sounded more like a question.‘There is someone downstairs to see you,’ she said and turned to leave, but I still had questions I needed to be answered.‘Me?’ I asked and waited for her to turn her back. ‘Who?’ I added quickly before her neck turned to face me.But she didn’t say anything. She merely just gave me a, I-guess-you-are-not-especting-me-to-answer-that look and walked away.‘Fuck’ I said aloud to myself and got off the tub.I was as surprised and curious as I was worried.Someone is here to see me?I hope to God that it’s not Lucio

LUCIOI strained my eyes on the files in front of me, even though my brain was no longer making any sense of the jumbled letters scribbled on the papers.I had a deadline. I had severe consequences staring back at me if I dared not fulfil my duties by the end of the day.But my mind and brain chose to betray me just when I needed them.Instead, they worried about something that wasn’t there, something not worth worrying over - or maybe it was worth it, but not at that time.I loosened the first button on my shirt that seemed to be on a mission to snuff out the last breathe of air from my lungs - or was it just my anxiety choking at my throat?I wonder why I have to keep up with this charade of looking responsible even while I was at the brink of losing everything - including my power. My appearing responsible wouldn’t make any sense, then would it?I freed the rest of the buttons on the t-shirt and slowly peeled the fabric out of my body, wishing the world would slow down to my own pa