To Keep You

Thirty-Three: Olive

"Mystery Surrounds Disappearance of Chaya Spring, Alleged Sister of Billionaire Seth Zamuel It has been nearly two months since the shocking kidnapping of Chaya Spring, alleged biological sister of billionaire Seth Zamuel, during a home invasion at the family's cabin in Holyoke, Vermont. The incident has left the local community reeling, as it marks the first major crime in the area in nearly fifty years. Despite the police's tireless efforts to uncover leads, no new statements have been released, leaving the public with more questions than answers. The eerie silence from authorities has only added to the sense of unease and uncertainty that has gripped the town. The kidnapping has been described by many as an "unimaginable event," with residents struggling to come to terms with the fact that such a heinous crime could occur in their quiet and peaceful community. As the investigation continues, the people of Holyoke remain on edge, eagerly awaiting any news that might shed light on Chaya's disappearance and the circumstances surrounding it. The case has sparked widespread concern, with many calling for increased vigilance and cooperation with law enforcement to ensure the safe return of Chaya Spring. As the search for answers continues, one thing is clear: the community will not rest until justice is served and the truth is revealed."

A snort and a scoff rolled of my tongue as the blonde haired, and blue-eyed spokeswoman gave her report on the tv in the cabins den. Her eyes, however beautiful they were, held no true sympathy. She tried to show emotions that she lacked, her smile was too tight, and her eyes just couldn't nail the, 'I'm so sorry this happened to you', look. I knew the type, too well. Because I was once her, the perfect blonde just trying to make everyone believe I loved my life when in reality I was scratching at the walls to escape.

Flipping the channel to some corny soap-opera, I got up from the couch while running my hands through my messy curls. They needed a good washing and brushing, but I didn't have the time nor energy to devote any time for them.

Glancing around the bustling cabin, I felt so small.

It was my own fault that I felt this way, I was the one who only hours ago urged the maids to return to Texas. We've already been here weeks longer than planned and they all had lives back home. Yes, their help with Rah'chayl was a God sent. But I cannot keep them here for my own selfish needs. The doctors still cannot tell me when Seth will come out of the coma and therefore, the maids cannot continue to live here.

"It could be months...maybe even a year."

Recalling the haunting words of the doctors nearly brought me to tears but blowing out a sigh, I ordered myself not to cry.

You can cry when everyone has left...but right now you need to be strong...

Biting my lip, I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to try and calm myself. Like my hair, I didn't bother putting much effort into my outfit which consisted of a burnt orange cashmere sweater and some dark blue jeans. My feet were clad in white fuzzy socks and my eyes currently adored the red and puffy look the tears left behind.

I was a mess, there was no kind word to describe it. I was a complete and utter mess without Seth. I needed him, more then I ever realized. To many women this would probably send them running for the hills. But I knew myself, I knew my soul never craved something it didn't need.

And I needed Seth...so badly...

"This should be the last of our things!" Nakawa came rushing down the stairs, nearly tripping on her dress. I couldn't help but smile at the women's disheveled appearance, it was a healthy reminder that even the most put together of us, still have bad days. I guess that's what makes us humans.

Dropping her bags to the floor, she engulfed me in a soul crushing hug that brought fresh tears to my eyes, "I'm going to miss you." My words a mere whisper in her ear, but their meaning was profoundly deep and as she pulled back, her own tears were sliding down her cheeks.