ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Where is the flash drive?” He asked, Mateo, the man who has been keeping me captive for a few minutes now, I watched the grandfather clock ticking by the side of the room.
Ten minutes and still he hasn’t gotten his answer, I can tell that he is starting to get a lot impatient, I don’t know how long I can stall, I don’t even think it’s a good idea for me to keep stalling because I don’t think anyone is coming to save me.
Mateo works for Raphael, everyone here works for Raphael. Including the women all dressed in skimpy lingerie that hardly covers anything. Black, white, biracial, Hispanic, you name them Raphael has all of them… all of us under his rule. That insatiable bastard.
Sometimes I wonder how he and my father were able to keep this part of their lives hidden for so long, I wonder how Yara and I did not see how much of a sick bastard my father was, to us he was nothing but a devoted loving father until we turned fourteen and he decided that we had to join him in acquiring money for the family because according to him family comes first and nothing brings happiness to a family than money.
He sold us out for favors and somehow kept his first son, my brother away from the chaos. Quincy was allowed to live a life of luxury without having to ‘work’ for it like Yara and I had to, it’s part of the reason I hate him, he is nothing but a spoilt brat. He knew everything that happened with me, I confided in him after that summer holiday at this island but he did nothing about it, well he did something he snitched on me to my father and I got sent back to the island.
The second time was the first time I had to do my job, the first time I had to fuck my godfather (Raphael) he wanted till the night of my eighteenth birthday, after the lavish party was over, after all the guest had gone, after I got out of my designer pink puffy ball gown, I went into his room at the top floor of the mansion and got fucked.
I hated him but I had to do it for my family, so that daddy can keep his pathetic job as Raphael Fernandez’s little puppet, so that mommy can keep getting her very expensive rehab treatment (or her expensive drugs whenever she relapses) so that my brother Quincy can keep getting flown in and out of different countries on private jets and beautiful models by his side.
I had to fuck Raphael Fernandez, I had to keep fucking him so that my family can have the wealth they are used to.
Raphael Fernandez is the source, my father wanted the money to keep on coming and he did not mind sacrificing his two daughters in the process.
“Do you have a death wish! Start talking now if you don’t want to die!” Mateo said ready to dunk my head into the water again.
I gasped, struggled for breath still affected by the last time he held my head underwater.
“I don’t know… I really don’t know.” I cried.
“Then you are no use to us alive.” He said ready to drown me for good this time. They would probably pump my body full with drugs and say that I died from an overdose. My previous medical record of drug-dependency would be more than enough to support this claim. Everybody would think that I died of drug overdose not knowing that he ordered my death.
“Wait please, I am pregnant. Don’t kill my baby.” I said quickly with tears in my eyes. My baby has to live.
He stopped for a short while before continuing to push my head into the water. I struggled, tried to push my head out but I was unsuccessful, I felt the water starting to get into my system, starting to fill up my lungs…
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“So I asked Stacy out on a date yeah, it was the summer holiday I think, bare in mind I had asked Maddie to that exact place at that exact time.
I was with Stacy holding hand, kissing or whatever when I saw Maddie walk into the roller skating rink looking really nice, when she saw me with Stacy, kissing, was when everything went south.
Next thing I know Maddie is wrecking up my car with a baseball bat she found somewhere and Stacy is yelling like someone was trying to kidnap her. I guess that was when I learned that being a player just isn’t for. I mean sure I am not the most monogamous man you would meet but hey at least I let all my partners know not to expect me to be faithful to them, but except now I feel like I might want to give being faithful a chance” Walter said looking at me like I am something precious, I looked away.
One thing I have learnt about him from our little walk is that he has a really infectious laugh, the kind that you know is genuine, the kind that makes you just want to laugh along with him. That happy full laughter that comes from somewhere beyond the mouth.
He said something funny and I laughed along with him even though I am not sure if I am truly happy.
“What about you? What was the craziest thing you did in high school?” He asked looking curious.
I got back at my high school bully by publishing contents of her diary on the school’s paper every single day for a whole term. Let’s just say her social reputation did not survive the hit.
“Nothing.” I replied him. Something about talking to him just makes my heart beat faster and I don’t want my heart to beat faster for any man… not anymore, I have been burnt, I’m not going to let that happen again.
I wish I can just stay away from him and his infectious laughter, from him and his absolutely banging body, from him and his charming face but I can’t, I am trapped with him, until he says otherwise. But I am determined not to let him into my heart, I am determined not to let anyone into my heart.
He held my hand as we continued to stroll through the hotel’s garden. I picked out a sun flower, twirled it around in my hand before ripping off its head and throwing it back into the garden.
“I want to get to know you Yara, please open up to me.” Walter said suddenly taking my hands into his.
“I know the situation we met is not… ideal but I will do my best to be the most amazing person you would meet, just give me a chance Yara.” He added.
All men do is make promises that they know darn well they will not keep, I’m not going to set myself up for a heart break by believing in his lies, I know better now, I know everything about men, they are cold heartless beast who would take everything from you until you have nothing else to give.
“It is late now, I would like to go to bed.” I said to him, looking straight into his eyes, meeting his affectionate word with an icy coldness that I never knew I possessed. Cold blank stare.
It feels good, seeing someone else hurt, it feels good being the one to cause that pain.
“Okay then.” Walter said looking sad. I know I should feel horrible for making him sad but I don’t on the contrary it kinda feels great being able to cause this much pain.
I can’t promise not to hurt him, I hope he is okay with sleeping with a broken heart.
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Release her!” I heard someone say from behind me.
“But master… the flash drive?” Mateo asked. His hands eased off a little, I raised my head upward. I wheezed, struggled to breathe before catching my breath.
“It has been found. We have orders to let her go, an order from the higher ups.” The person who I have now deciphered to be Raphael said.
“You are free to go.” Raphael said. He has a look on his face something between anger and resentment, I flinched.
“Leave before I change my mind… leave before I hurt you.” Raphael said.
“Don’t you dare threaten her Raphael.” Hunter said. Wait Hunter? My baby’s father, how does he know Raphael? Why is he here?
“If you threaten her again I would have your head severed from your neck.” He said authoritatively. I stood there shocked.
“I’m sorry Master.” Raphael said. Hunter? Master?
“As long as she has my child in her womb no harm can come to here. After the child is born you can do with her as you choose.” Hunter said looking straight into my eyes.
As long as this child is in my womb I will be safe, what happens after I give birth?