Condemned to an unhappy marriage by her father Emerald Davidson finds herself in quite the shitty situation, only to find help from someone who's no better. She trades one deal for another, but is oblivious to what that other deal is exactly until i...
Nobody realized that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
- Albert Camus
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The first sound I noticed when I awoke from my peaceful slumber was the soft tinging of water droplets somewhere nearby. The sound was incredibly annoying to my hurting ears, and the echo it resonated inwardly caused a shiver to run down my spine.
Slowly I forced my eyes open to take in my surroundings. It took a few blinks before I could get a clear vision in the dimmed light.
"Fuck..."
The word left my lips in a grunt. My left eye felt like it had made contact with a baseball bat, and my entire body resembled one big bruise.
"God, fucking, hell..." I repeated muttering to myself as all my limbs seemed to wake up. It bloody hurt.
Pushing myself up from the cold concrete floor I made an attempt to guess where exactly I was. At any rate the place could use some decoration. The floor was nothing but icy dark-grey stone, and the walls were poorly made out of small trunks. The roof had clearly suffered a shortage in attention lately as the rain made it's subtle yet chilling entrance here and there, and the small window to my side allowed the cold wind to slip through the openings in the broken glass.
Some kind of shed, then? But why, exactly?
Memories came up of two men in black engaging me in the park during my evening run. It had all gone too quickly to fully comprehend really, but it was obvious they were the ones that had brought me here. Smack to the back of my head; being dragged through the bushes; a shady white van; darkness. My brain wasn't awake enough yet to properly comprehend the events.
There was one thing that was obvious though - I was completely and utterly fucked.
As I shook my head to clear it from drowsiness my brain took in all I knew so far and tried to arrange it into neat piles of information. I didn't have to ask myself who was behind this - that answer was obvious. How he had found me was the one question that popped up to haunt me, though. I had taken all the necessary precautions. Hell, I had even changed my name and moved to a different town. And what did he want? It had been years. Why now?
The more thoughts came popping up the more my heartbeat increased, so I laid back on the damp floor to calm my erratic breathing. I clearly didn't have the time to panic. Staying calm was of the utmost importance at the moment.
A voice in the back of my head kept scolding me because of the obvious. I was a stupid woman. I should have known. Of course he would come for me eventually - he had even told me once. Not believing his words was entirely my own fault.
But still, this just wasn't fair. For the first time in a long time I had actually liked the live I was living, and bam - the past came crashing down again. I had friends, something that resembled a family, a job, even an education. One couldn't blame a woman for having hope, right?
