THE SURVIVORS?
Episode_2
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✒Later that day_________________
After I ran out of the house, I didn’t st©p. I kept running to an unknown destination.
It was like a dream. I wanted someone to just wake me up, but I couldn’t deceive myself, because I ran speedily, to get far away from them.
I wanted to go to uncle’s place, but my mind told me they would definitely find me there. And I wouldn’t dare report them, because Angela had warned me.
‘If you wish to join them too soon, go ahead and
report, but know this, you won’t live to see the end.’
Tears streamed down my face when the thought of dying c@m£ to mind. I wasn’t re-ady to die.
That man wanted me dead. Why? For what reason? I was their undone as-signment.
As I continued my race, I was breathing heavily. I had no idea of where I was going, but I kept running, with fear in my heart,
I entered a bus that was about to move. Thank God I had some money with me, I paid and took my seat at the back corner, where I wept silently, and my b©dy trembled with fear.
The man was confident when he said, he would finish me soon.
‘ You know she’s p@rt of my as-signment, and I would
finish that soon.’
Those words pla-yed back in my head, as fear gr!pp£dme. The fear of dying soon.
Immediately the bus was filled up, the driver moved. I didn’t know where I was going to, but all I wanted to do was run away from them.
After some hours, finally the bus st©pped at a junction. Everyone got down, and I did too. I had no idea of where I was, so I began wandering around. It was getting dark, and I was scared because I had no where to hide and sleep. I kept going until I was close to a bush and I decided to hide near it. But I got scared when I saw two touts approached me. I could s-en-se that the two were up to no good. As I looked up at their direction, I saw they almost reached me, and I quic-kly took to my heels.
I ran inside the bush, and I heard their footsteps ran behind me. I was right! They were p@rt of those guys that take advantage of girls. If not, why would they run after me.
Without looking at where I was running to, I hit my leg on a big tree, which was l@ycarelessly in the bush. As I landed to the ground, a sharp pain hit me and I let out a small cry, as tears dropped freely down my cheeks. I quic-kly moved away from the path, and immediately I heard their footsteps pas-sed by.
I gro-an ed in pain as the pain grew intense, but I knew I shouldn’t wait any second, because they might come back.
I slowly got up, and I dragged my feet along because of the pain I felt when I got up.
I heard a very loud thun-der and immediately an heavy rain began to fall. Tears clung onto my eyes, as I kept crying. I didn’t deserve the pain. I never thought I would suffer that way. Can someone ever imagine such life for herself? My whole b©dy shivered with cold and I felt as if I had no strength in me and I couldn’t breathe, while all I did was cry.
I saw a building and moved near it because of the rain, but still, the rain beat me up, as if it was s£nt to me too. I froze on my sp©t and I felt sick and tired all over, that I couldn’t move anymore.
As I sat there, all I had in mind was, who s£nt them. It was an as-signment the man carried out. Someone s£nt him to my parents. But who could that be? Who hated my parents so much, that all he could do was killed them. ” Who?” I asked myself as tears of anger streamed down my face because I had no idea who the person was.
And how would a man be proud of killing people around. The man was very bold and I couldn’t believe Willy knew about it. His father was the devil.
“I hate you!” I screamed out.
I hate that man with everything in my b©dy.
Angela called his name to me. Adams!
Yes, that was Willy’s father. The evil man. Devil to be precise.
I heard a car horn loudly, and it almost blocked my ears. I looked up and a man ran to my side.
“Ana! Ana!” He called. I flin-ched at his t©uçh, and moved away, but he kept talking.
“Ana, I’ve forgiven you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. plea-se come back. I’m so sorry for how I got angry at you. I still love you,” he pleaded, and I finally turned to him with my teary eyes. His voice sounded hurt and he looked stressed up. Whatever the Lady had done must have hurt him, because his eyes were red.
He also stared at me and realized I was not the Ana he was looking for.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” he said. “You guys almost look alike,” he smiled lightly and I couldn’t st©p myself as I bur-st into tears in his pres£nce. I expected him to get up and leave, but he looked concern and asked if I was okay. I shook my head, and told him I wasn’t.
He got it and looked around before he finally pu-ll-ed me up with his two hands and told me to go inside the building.
The gate was opened and he drove his car inside the building.
As we got inside his house, he gave me some clothes to change to and cleaned up. I went inside the bathroom and took a shower, and I felt by b©dy relaxed.
I changed into the clothes he gave me and went back to his sitting room. It was nicely decorated and furnished. He was living okay. I noticed he mostly called me Ana and would quic-kly apologized.
We settled down on the settee, and the next thing, I saw him brou-ght me a food. I gladly collected it and ate it. I drank some water, and I relaxed myself, until he joined me.
“Mark Robert is the name,” he introduced himself and I gave him a small smile.
“Juliana,” I shortly said.
“Good to meet you Juliana,” he said and I launched into a long discussion of how I got to where he met me.
I didn’t tell him the truth, and how I c@m£ up with the lie surprised me. I couldn’t tell anyone about what happened because of my safety.
I told him I was brou-ght up by my Grandpa who died recently, and was s£nt out of the house, when I couldn’t pay for the rent.
I felt so bad that I lied, but it was better than scaring him away.
He felt sorry for me, and told me, I was allowed to stay at his place till I get a job and get my own place.
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Some days later, I realized he was a doctor. He noticed I wasn’t feeling well and decided to run a test for me. It was a pregnancy test because I was vomiting and ha-rd ly get any sleep. The result c@m£ out positive and I felt my life had crumbled, because I knew who the father of the baby was and I regretted having sle-pt with Willy.
It was a shameful thing. I knew I would never forgive him and his father, so the only way to get rid of it was to ab-ort it. But Mark didn’t allow me. After I lied that I was R@p£d by a low less life, he believed me and told me he would take care of the baby
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The SURVIVORS
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#Episode_3
A year after Ella was born, Mark and I got married. We were both happy together, and I never once talked about my past with him.
Ella grew up knowing Mark as her father, and the two really loved each other.
Ten years of living together, and being his wife was everyday happiness. But sometimes I knew he thought about this Ana, who he later told me was his ex-girlfriend. It t©uçhed my heart that the girl betrayed him by slee-ping with his best friend, who he hated so much. Ever since he told me about what Ana did, I was willing to tell him about my past, but anytime I wanted to, my heart doesn’t, because I couldn’t bear to lose him.
We couldn’t bear a child because of his infertility. But we stayed together, each day, hoping God would bless us with one.
Pres£nt________________
Mark has been receiving several calls, and has been acting strangely these days.
I was getting re-ady to go pick Ella from school, when my phone vibr@ted. I unlocked it and saw a message from Mark, to meet him at a restaurant close by. I called him and told him I was on my way to pick Ella, but he said Ella was with him, so I headed straight to where he was.
I arrived at the place and saw him at the corner where he sat. I noticed Ella wasn’t with him.
“Where is Ella?” I asked, not bothering to take my seat.
“In school.” he said curtly, as he stared daggers at me, and I instantly knew something was wrong. I didn’t raise my voice so it won’t fuel up his anger.
“But you know I have to go pick her now. plea-se Mark, whatever it is you want to discuss, let’s get home,” I pleaded, and turned to leave.
“Why did you lie to me?” He asked and I st©pped at the hurt I heard in his voice.
I turned to him, and his two eyes glared at me.
“Mark-” I tried to talk but he cut me off angrily.
“Don’t Mark me!” He yelled, getting us attention, as more people stared at us.
“Mark, plea-se calm down.” I quic-kly said to calm him down, but he stared at me. Obviously he felt betrayed again. He must have hated me by now.
“You owe me an explanation for all your lies.” His voice was loud.
I knew things will get worse if I tried to get angry. I wondered how he knew I lied. Fear enveloped me as I thought if it was Adams. Oh my gawd! My heart beating fast as a tear crept down.
“Mark, I can explain.” I said, my eyes begging him, but he just glared at me. I never wanted to bring up the matter again, because I thought it was all in the past. Ella! My Ella! How come I forgot that.
“Mark I have to go pick Ella,” I quic-kly said with fear all over me, and I left no room for further discussion as I ran out of the restaurant. He was behind me and we both entered a taxi.
When we got to Ella’s school, we were told someone c@m£ to pick her. Mark and I looked at each other. Are they out of their mind in this school or what?
“Excuse me!” I said to the teacher in disbelief.
The teacher looked at me surprisingly. But who cares what she thinks. She doesn’t have one, so she doesn’t know how it feels.
“This guy said you told him to come pick Ella. That’s why we allowed him, plea-se go…”
“Go where?” I snapped back, cutting her off as I put up a scene.
Now angry. “For God sake!” I exclaimed. “What type of school allows strangers to pick their students without their parents knowledge.”
“We as-sure you that your child had been taken ho…”
I didn’t wait for her to finish, before I hurried out of the school.
Mark suggested we went home, and we headed straight home.
As Mark and I walked inside the compound. I found my baby ran towards Mark and I.
“Mommy, why didn’t you come to pick me?” Ella asked me.
“I’m sorry baby.” I replied k!ss!ngher forehead.
“Who c@m£ to pick you up?” I decided to ask.
“His name is Willy,” she said. “Uncle Willy,” she corrected, knowing he was older than her.
“Willy!” I muttered to myself and fear instantly crawled back into my heart. He found me.
“He said he’s your friend,” Ella said.
“Mom do you know him?” She asked, and I closed my eyes, as I hvgged her.
Yes dear. He’s your father. That man is your father
dear. You just met your father. I thought, as a tear rolled down. That man betrayed me.
Mark looked sharply at me
“Who is Willy?” He asked as if he knew the name sounded familiar to me.
I wasn’t able to say anything, as I walked in with Ella. I felt bad knowing I had betrayed him too. I was no different from Ana.
“I asked you a que-”
“Mark.” I quic-kly cut him off. Tears welled up in my eyes, slowly rolled down.
“Mark I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t bear to lose you. You saved my life and being with you is what I wanted for the rest of my life.” I said tearfully.
“You can’t fool with that stupid excuse.” His voice laced with anger. “You just betrayed me.” He looked angry. “You’re no different from her. I was a fool.
A big fool!” He shouted repeatedly, and I bur-st into tears.
“Listen and listen good!” His voice pierced in my ears. “I’m leaving now. But by the time I’m back, I don’t expect to see you here. Or else!” He paused and glared at me, but nothing else c@m£ out of his mouth. Hurt, and anger flashed throu-gh his eyes and he stormed out.
Tears I thought I could hold, fell from my eyes. My whole b©dy began to shake, and more tears ran down my cheeks. I felt heartbroken, I felt a pain shooting throu-gh my b©dy, as more tears freely rolled down my cheeks.
Ella moved closer to me and I hvgged her ti-ghtly to my b©dy. At the corner of my eye, I could see her watching me with her teary eyes. I could feel she has a lot going on in her mind, but all she could do was stayed silent.
Few minutes later, my phone rang but I decided not to pick it.
“Its Daddy,” Ella said.
“Mark.” That surprised me. I sniffed, wiping away my tears as I collected the phone to speak to him. But the voice I heard wasn’t his.
“Is this Mrs. Juliana Robert?” A voice asked.
“Yes, it’s me.” I answered with a worried look.
“I’m sorry to say this but we just found your husband’s b©dy lying lifeless on the ground.”
“What!” I screamed as the phone dropped to the ground. I felt my eyes stinging and I couldn’t fight back the tears. I wra-pped my arms around my baby as I was too scared to move. I didn’t want to scare Ella but my intuition told me I nee-d to run, not only for myself but for my precious daughter too.
A knock on my door made me jumped out of my skin. Not knowing where to hide, I stayed in my sp©t as the person moved closer to the window which was left open. hvgging Ella ti-ghtly to my b©dy as I closed my eyes.
“Hi Juliana. Its been long you saw me.” A familiar voice said
It was him. He found me. I didn’t know why I was feeling that way. My b©dy was shaking with fear, as I hvgged Ella ti-ghtly to my b©dy. I shouldn’t have felt that way, but no matter what, I don’t think I can ever feel as if everything was fine between us.
I opened my eyes staring at him.
I wondered what brou-ght him here? Why was he searching around for me, when he should have left me with my life. But no, his father still want me dead. For a reason that’s strange to me.
“Juliana,” he called again. This time his voice was soft, but I refused to give in. What I felt inside was hatred. I wonder if I feel that way towards him.
He betrayed you Juliana
Yes he did. And I’m certain I felt same way to both the father and son.
With my eyes fully closed, I summoned the courage to face him.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice cracking a bit, but I managed to sound cold. When I took a look at his fine structure, which was one of the reasons why I fell into his tra-p. I could see he has changed a lot in these ten years. He looked more handsome than I thought. More masculine and taller.
St©p Juliana! I cautioned myself looking away from him.
He never loved you. He used you. Remember! His
father killed your parents. Don’t listen to him. My mind kept telling me.
“Juliana.” I heard his voice close to my ear. His breath fanned my n£¢k and my b©dy shivered.
I opened my eyes and turned to him. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn’t know when Ella opened the door for him. A tear rolled down my face as I stared back at him. I won’t let him fool me again. Mark is dead, and I was sure his father did it.
He tried to t©uçh me but I moved away.
“Ella, go wait for me in your room.” I said to her, and she walked away.
He tried tou-ching me again, but this time I spoke up.
“Don’t t©uçh me!” My voice was bold and he moved back a little. I never knew where the boldness c@m£ from, but I was glad I could do that.
“Juliana plea-se hear me out,” he pleaded. “You know I love…”
“Don’t you say that!” I cut him off, raising my foref!nger to st©p him. Can you believe that! Does he thinks I’m a fool or what?
“You love me?” My voice started to break. “Willy. Your father killed my parents. You used me. Deceived me!” I said loud and clear for him to regain his lost memory. What does he take me for? A fool!
I looked him in the eye. “You want me to believe you love me?”
“Juliana…”
“Don’t!” I st©pped him. I really do not want him saying anything. Seeing him, torture my heart. Because no matter how I try to deny it, I couldn’t get rid of that feeling. But knowing what his father did, and for his betrayal towards me, is something I can never forget or get rid of.
“Juliana I’m here to tell you something you nee-d to know,” he said with a sincere look, pleading with his eyes.
“Tell me what else I nee-d to know?” I said, putting on a bold look. I wasn’t re-ady to make this easy for him.
“Tell me?” I said again, gaining a curious look from him. “You want to tell me how your evil Dad killed my parents! How you sneaky bastard fool me and think I would ever forgive you?” I screamed to his face, letting my anger get the best of me. Every p@rt of my b©dy was boiling towards him for having the gut to confront me after everything he and his father did to me.
I was furious, and just a look at him, I realized nothing can change the fact that this man gave birth to him. “You’re just like him.” I said and I saw pain flashed throu-gh his eyes, but he didn’t say a word, as he kept staring at me. The look he gave him, made my heart beat as if those words I said to him hurt every inch of my b©dy. It hurts seeing him, knowing the man you gave your heart, and love with every p@rt of you ended up betraying you.
I quic-kly turned away as tears were starting to fall from my eyes. I would not give him the plea-sure of seeing me cry. I was hurt, and I had to shout at him with all the strength in me for him to see how badly I was feeling.
I lost Mom and Dad at the same time. How the hell do they expected me to handle that. Now, Mark was gone too. What is left for me? Nothing! I know my daughter and I have to run somewhere far from these people. But I was tired of running from those bastards! I wept silently, as more tears ran down my cheeks.
I felt his breath close to my n£¢k again, and my whole b©dy stiff.
“I’m here for you,” he said in a husky voice, and I felt a tear rolled down, I wanted to believe him but I couldn’t, who would ever believe a word from someone who once betrayed you.
“He would never hurt you as long as I’m alive. If anything happens to you, I will die.” He said quietly.
I felt like he meant everything he said to me, but something inside of me refused to believe him.
I knew listening to him was a waste of time. I wipe away my tears, put back my bold look ever, as I turned to him,
“Leave.” I said not meeting his striking, beautiful eyes.
“Julian-”
“I can’t!” I muttered, as I allowed the tears have been holding to sl!pdown my face in front of him. “I can’t ever believe a word from you.” I honestly told him, and he moved more closer to me, this time, I couldn’t move away, as I allowed myself to shed those sad tears right in front of him.
“I know you’re thinking of running again, but do you want to keep doing that for the rest of your life?” He asked, concern evident in his eyes.
“plea-se don’t leave,” he pleaded, as he t©uçhed my cheeks and wiped away the tears that was about to drop with his two thumbs.
“Willy I can’t!”
“Shhhh……” He st©pped me, and moved closer to me, as his right hand was placed on my back.
I closed my eyes and more tears streamed down. I felt his softl-ips t©uçhed mine, and suddenly, a tiny shock shoot throu-gh my b©dy. My b©dy gave in and without any thought, my hand moved to his ha-rd che-st, and I k!$$£d him back. Slowly, his ton-gue reached into my mouth and I k!$$£d him as b©dy embr@ced him, tou-ching every p@rt of him.
“Dear God!” I muttered and suddenly broke away from the k!ss, catching my breath.
I turned away and I could feel his eyes were on me.
“Willy.” I said in my soft voice, not meeting his eyes. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”
I didn’t hear him say anything but at the corner of my eye, I saw him dropped a small note on my couch.
“Meet him, and get the job,” he finally said before taking his leave.
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