Gabriel's Obsession

Survivor's Tale

Amelia's mother stood frozen, her eyes a kaleidoscope of disbelief and overwhelming joy. "Oh my God," she whispered in awe, the words escaping her lips as if they carried the weight of the universe. Without hesitation, she summoned her husband with an urgency that resonated through the house, prompting Amelia to choke back tears—tears mostly born of joy, but also lingering remnants of the harrowing journey she had just endured.

In a matter of heart-pounding moments, Amelia's father materialized at the doorway, his eyes wide with disbelief mirroring the same shock that danced across his wife's face. As Amelia observed the emotional ballet playing out on her parents' features, she couldn't help but marvel at the surreal scene. Two precious bundles cradled in her arms only added to the astonishment. Her father, choosing to set aside the myriad questions for later, embraced the moment. After nearly two years of prayers and the uncertainty that had cloaked their lives, God had answered their pleas, returning their lost daughter.

Amelia's mother, on the brink of engulfing her daughter in a warm embrace, noticed Amelia's silent gesture toward the peacefully slumbering babies. Recognizing the need for a more suitable space, she apologized and ushered them inside. They entered Amelia's room, a haven frozen in time, untouched since her departure. The sense of familiarity overwhelmed her, and she gently placed the babies on her bed, kissing them softly.

Turning to her mother, Amelia ran into her outstretched arms, the hug both comforting and bone-crushing. Her father joined in, creating a protective cocoon around them. "Mom, Dad. You don't know how much I missed you," Amelia sobbed. Her mother shushed her, attempting to soothe her agitated emotions. "My little pumpkin, please calm down. It's over now. You're safe," her mother whispered, gently caressing her hair.

Amelia, unable to contain the trauma that still clung to her like a shadow, revealed, "Mom, he—he—he did so many bad things to me." Her mother's eyes filled with tears, mirroring the pain she felt for her daughter. Her father, unable to hide his anger, clenched his fists, lamenting his perceived failure to protect her.

"Come, let me make you a cup of hot chocolate just how you like it," her mother suggested, attempting to shift the focus to something comforting. Amelia nodded, appreciating the gesture. Her father, eager to contribute to the nurturing environment, announced, "And I'm going to the pastry shop to buy your favorite cakes." A gentle smile played on Amelia's lips as she acknowledged his heartfelt efforts.

As they descended the stairs, an unexpected presence barged into the house. Mark, Amelia's best friend and ex-boyfriend, stood at the doorway. The last time she saw him was on their date before her kidnapping. Mark's eyes widened in disbelief, and his expression shifted between shock and relief. He moved forward for a hug, but Amelia instinctively took a step back.

The ordeal she had endured left her uncomfortable with physical closeness, especially with men. Mark, recognizing the unspoken discomfort, wore a sad expression on his face. He turned to Amelia's mother with urgency, "Mrs. Hutton, please switch on the TV news."

Without hesitation, Amelia's mother complied, and the TV flickered to life. The news host spoke about a recent raid on the Hamilton mansion, a secluded, lavish estate in England. A chill ran down Amelia's spine when she heard the name Hamilton. The TV host continued, revealing shocking details about the family's involvement in drugs, human trafficking, and money laundering.

"The head of the family is Garett Hamilton, and his son Gabriel Hamilton has recently been made the new Don. During the raid, they discovered Angelica Hamilton chained in her room. She has been sent to a mental hospital due to her mental state. All other family members have been arrested. Furthermore, a bloodied man was found in the basement, rescued by the officers," the news host narrated, building the suspense.