The Crazy & Stupid

Chapter 8

Previously, Alison is devastated with the sudden and untimely murder of her husband Alex. She recalls past events and finally musters courage to go out of her parent's house. She visits her home, and is overwhelmed and exhausted, and ends up falling asleep. 

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Vacuum.

A deep black hole with nothing.

No sound.

No feelings.

No sadness.

No pain.

I was drowning well in the dreamless, blank yet soothing sleeping which makes you forget about the real world.

*Thud* 

My vacuum state of mind ceases.

I stir in my untimely nap to a thumping voice.

The pounding gets louder as sleep withdraws and I swim to the surface of senses.

Someone is banging the door, and now they have also decided to stick their finger on the doorbell incessantly.

I prance out of the bed, as all of the deep sleep bids me farewell and I struggle to understand the what, where and how, one does after suddenly being woken up.

I am still heavily drowsed and extremely annoyed at the one who not only woke me up but is making me rush to the door.

The thumping and ringing bell starts to crawl on my nerves.

Now, all I want is silence and riddance from this noise.

I quickly swing the door open, and make the stupid mistake of not checking through the peephole who is causing this commotion.

A decision which I instantly regret as I see three well built men in suits standing at my door and I am right back to my senses, and before I can quickly shut the door close again, a sturdy arm grabs the door swiftly.

"Boss wants to see you. We have been sent to escort you." He says standing straight, looking down and only putting his foot forward to block the door which flings open.

"I don't want to see anybody. You can leave." I blurt the words out grabbing the door, in an attempt to shut it.

This time, he doesn't even have to grab the door, "Do you really want to do this? We both know you have no choice, you will have to come with us." He says finally looking at me as my arms withdraw, shoulders slump and I realize I really did not have a choice, not right now.

I give him a nod and grab my hand bag and coat.

The two men start moving ahead and one stays behind me, as I lock the door and chuck the keys in my bag.

I internally groan, I should've seen this coming.

Me getting out of the house alone, would've called for this.

But, who was I kidding.

My foresightedness had gone for a toss, the moment a bullet had touched my husband and my life had upturned.

The chief bodyguard, who had escorted me, opens the door as we reach the black sleek luxury car, "I am really sorry for your loss." He says in a low voice.

I stop and look at him.

"I really am." He affirms as I see an emotion almost flicker in his eyes and disappear.

I sit in the car as I look away from him, I knew he meant it.

The dark wave of unsettling emotions which was my companion for the past few days comes back to me, as do the same consoling words, from so many others echo in my mind and tears find a way back to my eyes.

I suck my spilling emotions in, as the car speeds forward.

I couldn't crumble now, not in front of the man who had summoned me.

Alex would never want that.

Never want me to be weak, in front of the man he loathed.

Even if I was broken inside, I had to be a concrete outside.

For him, I had to be strong.

And, I will be.

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Author's Note - 

Hello! 

First of all, a big shout out and gratitude to the ones who have stuck with me patiently as I swung between giving up on this or continuing. 

Thank you. 

Thank you so much for helping me find my way back in to Alison's head. 

And this time, I hope to stay there for a while. 

Please be patient, if I don't have a timely pattern, but I promise to update as soon as I can. 

I hope you have a great day! :) 

Until Next Time!