The Unsolved Mystery #Wattys2019

Chapter Sixteen - Numb

"Aesthetic freedom is like free speech; it is, indeed, a form of free speech."

- George Edward Woodberry.

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"So tell me something about yourself, Amayraah" Caroline spoke. Amayraah realized that Caroline is the talkative one. So she told her everything about high school, her family and friends. Amayraah didn't realize when she had started crying.
"Hey, don't cry" Caroline said softly, "Come with me" and she followed her like a lost puppy, her river of tears not stopping at all. Caroline handed her some tissues.

"I am just missing them. I don't even know how and where is my brother, Chase and Agastya".

"Whoa whoa! Slow down there. Who are these persons? What happened to them and why are you so much worried about them?" She asked.

"Yo- you don't know?"

"So this is gonna be a long story".

Amayraah, spilled all details about the chit and black hill.

"Oh my gosh!" Caroline exclaimed and embraced her in a hug.

"It's okay. Stop crying please" she said.

Amayraah stared her for a brief moment. "Why are you being so nice to me, Caroline?"

Caroline found her question funny. She blinked her eyes several times like Amayraah was an alien and had two horns on her head before bursting into laughs. She is George' cousin; she is laughing seeing you helpless.

Amayraah was irritated, there was nothing funny, she needed help and Caroline was laughing on her "What?"

Caroline saw Amayraah's serious face and controlled her laughter. "Sorry about that. What was your question?" She asked.

"Why were you laughing?"

"No, not this one. Previous one" She said.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"LoL. I'm a nice girl, so I'm being nice" she answered laughing. She further continued, "Which stupid asks such questions?"

Did she just refer me as stupid? Who was even she to judge me? Her this remark made Amayraah angrier.

"Caroline, your brother is a monster and you were being little nice to me earlier. These things just don't sum up. I want to go home. I want to see my brother. Who are you to keep me without my consent? Do you think I am an entertainer here?.." Amayraah started in utter harsh voice but was interrupted by Caroline.

"Amayraah, listen to me.." Caroline said but Amayraah didn't let her continue. Her mind had exploded, she wanted to go back to her parents.,

"No, you listen to me. I am a free independent woman. Your brother is an asshole. He nearly killed Agastya yesterday. Who the hell beats so much to anyone? You too are a dumbass bitch just like your brother who hasn't showed her true colors yet..."

Amayraah froze as she heard "Enough" because this time it wasn't Caroline who had cut her off, it was George. A person Amayraah wished she had never met. Amayraah turned behind but it was of no use because the next second she was dragged.

She heard screams of Caroline after her, but it was late. George had caught her hand tighter enough to give bruise. Fear was all that Amayraah felt. George pushed her in some room and closed the door. Amayraah searched to hide but she was pulled and pinned to the wall by the hungry lion.

"I am sorry" Amayraah muttered looking everywhere but not in his eyes.

"Give her to me in the next two hours or they will be killed" George remembered Dollar's threat.

His eyes were boring into her soul. George moved away and removed handcuffs from his drawer, he didn't want to let go of Amayraah. Amayraah took the chance, she ran and opened the door. But luck was not with Amayraah, before she kept a feet out of the room she was pulled back with 10X force in the room and the door was slammed shut. George leaned in her till she touched the bed giving him an opportunity to handcuff her legs.

In an attempt, to save herself, Amayraah scratched his face with her nails.

"You will pay for this" he said. His breath said, he was drunk.

"I am sorry" Amayraah muttered again as he took the hold of her hand. He tied her tattooed hand to the pole of bed and took out a pocket knife.

George remembered how he had apologized to Alice hoping she would forgive him and stay. But no she left. Alcohol had taken the charge of George' mind and he had forgotten the girl in front of her was not Alice.

"How dare you to behave in this way? It's you who are a bitch" He further continued, "You will be punished for this Alice. You will be."

I am not Alice, she wanted to scream but she listened to her subconscious who told her to remain silent. Amayraah's breath hitched in her throat when he bought her free hand towards the knife. Fear raced in her heart as the cold metal ripped her skin and all she saw was red.

He got up but Amayraah was terror struck. She couldn't believe what George did to her. Amayraah didn't realize that George had taken the opportunity to remove his clothes. Amayraah screamed when she realized what he was going to do.

George landed on her and what shocked Amayraah was George having tears in his eyes.

Was George crying?

"I am sorry. Please let me go" Amayraah said

"I am sorry, I can't stay with you George, please let me go" Alice had said years back.

"For leaving me?"

Amayraah didn't know what was he talking. Her mind had went numb. The gush of blood was flowing from her hand yet she stayed quite.

"Say it Alice. For what are you sorry? For marrying Charles?" He said his hands cupping her cheeks making her look in his eyes. But the next moment his expression changed as his eyes hardened. "You, Alice; you were my Princessca. You were supposed to be my girlfriend, my fiancé and my wife. You shouldn't have married another man leaving me" He said.

Amayraah's head was spinning. She was not getting where was this conversation going. She was unable to understand why was he telling her all this. She had nothing to do with Alice. Two things she knew were if she didn't apply bandage on her hand it would be infected badly. And the other was she wanted to rip the man's throat and go home.

She struggled to take the knife he had kept on the table out of her reach.

"Stop struggling my Princess" he said amused as he noticed her actions.

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