His Worst Mistake

Treatment...

Troy had been undergoing treatment for the past month now. His mental health had gotten worse, and he had hallucination spells. He kept seeing horrid images and scenes with Margot in them. John witnessed Troy on one such night on his knees, begging to nothingness for forgiveness.

Troy had just knelt on his bed, looking to the air, and fervently rubbing his hands against the other, begging for forgiveness.

John had held a solemn expression on his face for the past month. He knew no other way to help Troy through this period.

Troy had no knowledge of his treatment. To John and the Royal Physician's relief, Troy took medication and attended therapy without any fuss or suspicion. Troy believed he had to undergo treatment due to the concussion he suffered.

Troy was currently asleep in bed. He was hooked to an IV drip and had machines monitoring his vitals. Once in a while, Troy had meltdowns that required him being put to involuntary sleep. He would have to be sedated and kept asleep for days.

The Royal Physician had informed John that the worse times would come before Troy got better. As Troy got better, he was able to work most days. Days Troy could not work were the days he had meltdowns. Days where he battled with himself and then fell into his subconscious.

'Until when will this go on?' John asked himself.

~

Margot was at home tending to some cookies. These days, all she craved was sweets and pastries. Once, she woke up in the dead of night to prepare a batch of almond croissants because of how much she craved them in her sleep.

Margot hummed as she worked. She turned to place a pan on the cooker to prepare her almond syrup. Whilst she waited for the pan to heat, Margot heard footsteps behind her and swiftly turned.

She saw no one. She called out but no one answered. Just silence.

Margot shrugged, thinking she had been hearing things. Margot turned back to prepare her syrup. As soon as Margot's back was turned, a hand held her midsection and another clamped a handkerchief to her nose.

Margot struggled. Margot kicked and squirmed to try and free herself from her captor's grip. Margot's eyes were wide open in shock and fear slowly overtook her entire being. All Margot could think about was her babies. As fear came over her, drowsiness followed. Soon Margot succumbed to sleep.

The man dressed in all black lifted Margot bridal style and carried her out the house. He put her into a car and then drove off the premises.

An older man confined to his home watched the screen as his men drove off. He smiled as he received a text message confirming 'collection of goods'.

~

George sat on a sofa with his legs crossed. He stared at Margot who sat on the floor before him. She was blindfolded and she quivered. She put her hands protectively over he swollen midsection.

'Even better...the whore's pregnant' George thought to himself.

"W-what do you want from me? Who are you?" Margot asked frantically. Her voice quivered and she turned her head side to side, tryign to find anyone around her.

George chuckled and Margot's breath hitched. She recognised her father's voice. He was the one person asides Troy she never wanted to see again.

"You whore! Your brothers thought they could put up a winning fight against me. I warned them before, and I will warn them again. If they wanted their dear sister safe, they should listen to ME!" George said as he stood and walked towards Margot.