YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
I placed the hood of my hoodie on my head, I tried to blend in with the surrounding, I tried not to be noticed, did my best not to even make a squeak, it is really late at night and at this time the street gets dangerous, there was a car coming my way, the headlights was on almost fully, the headlights were pointing in my direction.
I tried to sink further back into the bench I was sitting in, tried to disappear. What if the person coming tries something with me? There would be no one to save me, there would be no one for me to call out to out here in this lonely diserted street.
I was literally about to run in panic when he walked out of the car… he being Blake, I ran into his arms with tears streaming down my eyes.
“I was so scared, he is so dangerous… he… I don’t know what to do Blake.” I sobbed into his shirt, he said nothing but just held me in his arms.
“Let me take you home Yara, everything will be fine, I promise.” Blake said and I totally believe him without a sliver of doubt. We through the hedges of Walter’s estate, and out through the estate’s gate into the main road. Nobody is allowed in or out that Estate gate without Walter’s permission, I had to take the less guarded side gate when I snuck out, how is Blake able to leave through the main Estate gate? How is he driving out so easily without Walter’s permission? How come the guards are being friendly to him like they know him? Like he is someone dear to them…
WALTER’S POINT OF VIEW
A prodigal son alway returns to ruin your life, they take what you own, they take what they do not own, they do everything to spite you, they do everything just to see the anger rush through you, they take everything you own including the woman you love.
I will not let him win, I will get her back, and this time she would be willing to come back to me, this time she would understand that I am not the bad guy she thinks me to be, that I am not the murderer she perceives me to be, I wish I can tell her everything I have done, everything I do to protect her but I can not, at least not now, the knowledge of my protection would put her in danger.
I have to keep protecting her from the hidden corner, I have to somehow bear her hatred and rage even though it hurts, even though all I want to do is show her how much I shield her.
My Yara doesn’t know just how wrong she is for hating me and I can’t tell her, at least not for now… I will tell her but only when the threat is gone.
I watched the prodigal son drive back into the home he once deserted, the home he abandoned, i watched through one of the countless cctv cameras as my son who insists he isn’t my son, my son who insists on holding on to the anger and resentment from his mother’s death. I watched him walk out the car, I watched him embrace the woman I love, I felt the anger in me start to brew, I have lost all the traces of love and compassion I have ever felt for this son of mine, I now see him like any other man and just like any other man I would make him regret ever thinking of laying claim to the woman I now love the most. Yara.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
We drove for a while through town not really far from Walter’s estate, I was nervous, my anxiety was through the roof, what if Walter that he suddenly does not want me to leave? What if he somehow decides that he wants me back? What if poor innocent Blake gets caught in the cross fire and gets hurt? All this thoughts eroded my mind as we drove.
“We will be fine.” Blake reassured me as if he could somehow read my thoughts, he rested his hand over mine and I felt at rest. A little bit at rest because the possibility of horrible things happening is still there and I know how much of a monster Walter is.
“He can’t hurt us.” Blake said again with a smile on his face.
“I took some karate classes.” Blake joked I laughed.
We got to his apartment, it was not as big as Walter’s estate but it somehow felt like how, like somewhere that I can breathe easy, it air smells tasty like cakes and pies. We pasted by the kitchen to get to the room he had set up for me, the kitchen looks like it gets used not like the ones at Walter’s, I studied the pot at the edge of the kitchen counter, it looked like it has been in used for at least a few months unlike Walter’s pots and pans which gets given away at the end of every week.
I walked into the kitchen Blake followed me, I traced my fingers on the blue glassy kitchen counter, I felt something powdery on my fingers, flour.
“You baked?” I asked genuinely intrigued, he does not look like the type of guy that ever steps his feet into the kitchen. He the look of a typical playboy, the face of a heartbreaker and the body of a NBA star, I can’t imagine him with a rolling pin and a mixer. I imagined it, him, top off, abs out, kneading a dough, I blushed a bit embarrassed at my thoughts because he is really hot in that thought.
“Yeah just whipped up a little something, I’m not sure what to call it yet, I’m thinking of adding it to my pastry restaurant but I have to perfect the recipe first.” Blake replied, he said the words like owning a restaurant or trying to perfect a recipe is not a big deal at all. I can hardly whip up a good boxed mac and cheese so I know how big of a deal cooking is.
Something about being alone with Blake in this kitchen that kinda reminds me about my childhood before mom’s drug problem, something about that makes me feel awkward.
“Thank you so much for today, I will be out of your hair really soon I promise.” I said, a bit embarrassed that I had asked someone I hardly know to take me in.
“It’s no problem at all, I like helping damsels in distress.” Blake said with a bright smile on his lips I looked away.
“So you wanna see your room?” He said. I nodded
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I woke up to a horrible queasiness in my lower stomach but I shouldn’t be on my period now, it should happen in five days time not now! I don’t have a tampon anywhere! I haven’t even figured out how to get a change of clothes since I don’t have any of my things with me, and this room is literally empty except for pictures of vacation pictures of Blake, a bed obviously, a lamp and some other generic room furnitures.
I held on to my stomach as another wave of cramp came. I really need a tampon but how do I get one? I can’t go to the store all stained! I don’t even know where the store is around here! And I definitely can’t tell Blake… it’s…it’s embarrassing!
“Hey pookie, you ready to come out of the room yet? I made breakfast.” Blake said from outside the room door. Damn! I literally sprinted to the door and turned the key locking it.
“I’ll be there in a bit.” I yelled. What do I do! I definitely can’t go for breakfast like this!
“Okayyy, why are you acting so suspish though.” I heard Blake say with a chuckle outside the door.
I said nothing.
“Okay then do you, I can never understand girls” He added, I could hear the smile in his voice. I heard him start to walk away.
Fuck it I have to tell him!
“Blake?” I said unsure of if I should say what I have to say next.
“Yes.” He answered.
“Can you please get me a tampon at the store.” I said, the embarrassment in my voice was almost palpable.
“Oh no problem, I’ll be back just give me a second, they store is literally a two minutes walk.” He said.
I waited for him to leave before I opened the door. I waited and waited but for some reason he did not come back. I wanted some more, I was just looking through the closet lazily when I found a tampon in it, I used that.
I continued to wait for Blake but he did not return. It was evening before he returned… with bruises all over his body and a horribly looking black eye.
“Did Walter do this to you?” I asked with tears streaming down my eyes.