I was suddenly jolted awake by a loud pounding on the window. I had trouble breathing when I opened my eyes. I just felt like something was in my mouth—it was tape, and when I attempted to move my body and hand, I couldn’t because of the leash I was having. Because they didn’t obscure my eyes, they still appear good. It was still light outside, so I could see where we were going; the trouble was, I had no idea where we were heading. I attempted to resist the tie in my hand since the two in front couldn’t tell that I was awake. Because of the constraints, I am unable to succeed. The entire vehicle was silent. I just see a packed area.
When the vehicle I believed we were travelling in came to a halt, I closed my eyes firmly once again. Because I was terrified of what they would do, I didn’t display that I had awoken. I’m not afraid anymore about the kidnapping what I am scared is perhaps they would assault my body, after all that I’ve been through. Things like these have simply become the norm for me. Sometimes life events will put you to the test to the point where you don’t know you’re just growing used to it. The car slipped as I closed my eyes, and I relaxed myself so they wouldn’t notice anything weird about me.
I’m not sure who lifted me, but as I struck his chest, I saw the enormity of his physique. He did not yank me up forcibly. It was mild, and he appeared concerned that I might wake up. When we ground to a standstill, I felt the soft bed behind me. Is it true that they intend to kidnap me? When the hand that was holding me slipped away, I became aware of my surroundings.
Because of the water that was thrown at me, I open my eyes and sat down. Some got into my ears and nose as well. I even managed to avoid drowning. I frowned and looked at the person in front of me, and I wasn’t shocked to see Charlotte with her arm crossed and her eyes darting about as she looked at me. I’m at a loss for words to describe her expression. My gaze was drawn to the hefty man who I had assumed had carried me earlier. If it hadn’t been taped, my jaw would have virtually fell on the floor. I can’t believe such an angelic face exists. He turned away from me and looked at Charlotte.
I can tell by the way he looks at Charlotte that he doesn’t like what he’s doing and that he’s just being carried away by what this woman wants. I felt bad for him. It’s true what they say: you can do anything for someone you care about. Even if the replacement is for your own joy. I can’t fathom the anguish he feels as he stares at the person he loves, who is going to any length to acquire the one who despises her. I recognize that emotion from the way he looks at Charlotte. Is it just that you want to observe them while they’re happy?
I enjoy staring at Charlotte. In what she does, I get the impression that we’re simply kids doing whatever we want. She was like a child who desired vengeance on her adversary just because she had not given up on anything. My mouth is still closed, so I can’t talk. I want to speak out and warn her to cease her craziness, but even the leash isn’t removed. I was surprised when she emphasized again that she was hurt because I didn’t think it was my fault.
I started preaching to her when she signaled for a guard to remove the tape from my lips. I wasn’t in a position to do so, but I wanted to share what I had learnt with her.
“I can’t make Randall’s heart adore you no matter how furious you are with me. Shouldn’t you just accept the fact that everything has vanished? You have finished your role. Why don’t you try looking around to see who truly loves you?” When I stated that or that, I looked at the man who was hunched down. I hope he gets what I’m saying. And, last, love isn’t only about the one who wants to give. Don’t quit up; you need to win and see if you’re worth it. We all have the right to be loved; all we need is someone to do it for us.
She was deafeningly quiet when I said it. Despite the fact that Charlotte has committed several offenses against me, I have forgiven her even though she has not begged. I don’t want to go about and laugh every day, carrying the weight of the past and the burden of my heart. I’ve already been wounded, and I don’t want to add to that. I simply want to chose to smile every day while creating fresh and lovely memories. There are some things that, as Randall stated, must be dropped. Time will not desert you; rather, it will carry you, therefore we must choose to be happy at all times.
I still have problems but I will choose to forgive. I looked at the man who I think is still unaware of what I said. As angelic as his heart is, so is his temperament. Hopefully one day he will find the person who will truly love him, the one who doesn’t have to take advantage of him. Who will love him fully, able to give back the love he gives.
I was shivering from my body’s intense dampness. I was already stroking my lips to halt the shudder. I stopped beating around the bush to be honest with the man. I want to put a stop to whatever conflict Charlotte and I are having. Tomorrow, I want to believe that she is a dream that did not exist in my life at the time. I’d like to assume that, like every other dream, it’s simply a nightmare.
“And it’s enough for you, angelic face, to provide something that might damage you. It’s not always terrible to desire what we want.” I climbed out of the dripping wet bed. It’s up to them whether or not they do what I wish. It’s only me, and all I want is peace. I’d want to live in a environment full of butterflies .