Belongs To Him

57 | Lost You

Alina Romano

The twins will be two months old today. I made the decision of wanting to return home safely just a day after waking up. My delusions were crazy thinking they'd be safer without me in their lives. I was their protector, their soldier and I couldn't leave them.

That was until they infiltrated the small village I rested in. My hair was cut and clothing changed, a new ID made. They were searching tooth and nail for me. Their twenty three billion dollar purchase. Though the money never went through I'm sure I was still of value.

They were discreet with their killings. It was a whole new world out there that they got away with. Hidden from the capital and the world around the smallest of towns. Their mafia had taken over and I was a sitting duck.

Amalia and Rufus refused to reveal me. I was a human who'd escaped, I wasn't going to be trapped again. However the control over the towns presented most from being able to leave or escape. Nobody could visit and few news reports were made.

The media isn't what we think it is. It's controlled propaganda and we are only told what the government or higher power wants us to hear.

"How are you holding today?" Amalia speaks behind me as I cut the stems off of flowers. I felt sick to my stomach as I stood there, thinking of my children and Kingston.

"I wonder how much they've grown and if I see them again. Would they recognize me? Who it is that's holding and soothing them," a splat is heard. A tear from the rim of my eyes dampens the wrapping paper below me. Who could be buying flowers during this.

"We've been sending our SOS signals out. They've cut the service in the villages, but there must be plans being made," she reasons taking the clips from my hand placing them down.

"Have you seen any of the guards today?" I ask.

"By Marties Patisserie, they came looking for his wife. She witnessed you flying out from the plane and thankfully she hasn't recognized you." My fingers clutched the small ringlets in my hair. Inches shopped off and a darkened color at attempts to shield me.

I wasn't welcomed to step out onto the streets. People didn't know I hid away in here and they'd only come looking twice. That and the banks, Amalia and Rufus were in severe debt and they raised warnings of coming to collect. Business had been slower in the off season, I wanted to do whatever I could to repay them.

"I miss my husband," I say. "He's such a guiding force in my life, I can live without him and I've been independent for so long. But I don't have to live without him and that's the difference," I didn't have any mementos, no pictures or voice mails to hear him speaking to me. To soothe me. My rings were gone and any scent of him left on me washed away.

I trained below the ground by myself. Seeking to find a way out from this mess. They couldn't be doing this, but yet somehow they were.

He hadn't found me yet, but I already know. I already know that I'm never going to be found. I'm as good as dead and with no access to communicate, they would stop looking.

Because how would I survive that crash. His wife who barely raised a gun before took over a plane and jumped out of it. It was near impossible.

Townes could have been with my children. That's who I hoped was there with them. Holding them and promising them I'd come home. I knew Kingston all too well, I knew the distance he'd build up and bring.