I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 44 - Impacted Dichotomy

Exactly 61 minutes after I posted Chapter 43 today morning, I checked my phone, only to find 1000 comments. This Mini chapter as an early update is for you amazing people.

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Chapter 44 - Impacted Dichotomy ( Mini Chapter)

Pain, a piercing heart wrenching pain shuddered through my body as I tried thinking about Nathan crying. It was impossible for me to imagine him, the all-powerful all so consuming Nathan brought to tears.

No, I couldn't think about Chris, or Sophie or anything else. All I could think, imagine was Nathan reduced to tears because of me. And I could do nothing about it. I couldn't comfort him and tell him that it was all right. Or that it was a drunk mistake and I didn't blame him for it.

All I could do was to stand here and listen to her. Listen to the to how my husband cried.

It broke my heart, the thought was Nathan crying was too much for me. But my inner voice reminded me, at least he was alive. At that moment, I couldn't believe how much I hates Chris. For doing this, for telling Nathan the one thing that could fundamentally shake our relationship.

But he was alive. That was the biggest gift life had given me. Nathan was alive and that was enough to start with.

Sophie just stood there, disheartened, like she too had just lost the battle. But the news of Nathan being alive had filled my heart with a strange optimism. Like everything can be fixed, as long as death isn't in question.

I would fix Nathan too. Tell him its ok, nurture him back to health emotionally. Tell him he was going to be a daddy. I looked up at Sophie again and asked, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

Inside the same beat, everything can be fixed, resonated.

Sophie who looked lost herself,"He isn't looking for you anymore Rose, he thinks you are gone on your own accord. He sees himself as a monster right now. A monster he rather keep away from you" Sophie said almost defending Nathan as she looking into my eyes with pain.

How had I managed to find a friend like her, I didn't know.

I knew the this was going to happen when Nathan found out about this. I knew it to my bones and maybe that on some subconscious level had stopped me from telling him.

Turning my head sideways I brought my focus back to the land in front of us. I had no clue of where we might be. Looking back I brought our conversation back to the important issue at hand. There was no point getting distracted right now. What I needed was to get to Nathan. Fast. "Where are we?"

Sophie who completely changed the way she was within seconds, suddenly looked focused and determined. The only goal she had seemed to be getting out of here safe.

She replied without looking around, "We are in Hamilton private farmhouse located about two hundred miles from Washington. I think Chris chose the perfect place to hid you. No one looks for a missing person at their own house. So Chris chose to abduct you in your own house in a way. The problem is that no one would think about finding us here. Moreover even if someone thinks about looking at the various properties of Hamilton it would take them ages considering there are six thousand of them all around the world."

Before I could comment on the situation, she said again, "This property stretches over miles. There are gardens and jungles. There is a lake approximately four miles from here. Next to that river goes a highway. The only route we have is to get to that lake somehow, and then hope someone gives us lift before these people approach us." She turned around assessing the route, taking out her phone to check with direction was north.

Pointing out towards an end, she said "We must walk towards that direction, but we must make it quick because we lack any form of food or water. And in this condition" she said pointing out to my belly, "We need to get you to somewhere safe as soon as possible."

Under her fully accessed situation there was nothing more I could add. All I wanted was to get to Nathan as soon as it was physically possible.

As we started walking, carefully between the shadows, she turned the phone to called someone. From the looks of it, she was on the voicemail. "Good day Mr. Hamilton. I wanted to inform you that I have found Rose. She is with me right now. We are at your farm house near..."

But before she could say another word, something hit Sophie's head, hard. I let out a scream as Sophie went down immediately unconscious.

My hands went to cover my face, as I looked down horrified at the lying form of Sophie. Her phone had flung out of her hand, and she had hit the ground, but thanks to the extensive grass, the fall in itself probably hadn't injured her.

Without thinking about my actions, I bent down to Sophie, desperately putting my hands to check if she was breathing.

She was.

I couldn't believe I had let someone hurt her again. Everyone I loved had been hurt due to me for some reason or the other. Here was my friend who came to save me, got hit because she came to protect me. And like before, I knew it was have been Chris who knocked her out.

Why wouldn't he? He hurt his own brother, what would stop him from hitting Sophie? With certainty I choose not to turn around and see the attacker.

I hate him.

I wasn't given enough time to scramble her close enough to me and access the injury, as a very familiar voice ordered me to place my hands behind my head by putting a pistol at the back of my head. I froze right there. Every cell of my body screamed in revolt.

It was simply not possible.

Shocked, I placed both of my hands at the back of my head, and the source of voice slowly came around towards my front.

My heart jerked as my brain recognized the voice, but my emotions disregarded the idea immediately. That was not possible.

In my heart I kept believing it was Chris. Maybe believing it would make it true.

Refusing to look up, I kept my eyes downcast at the fallen form of Sophie. The friend who risking her entire life to find me and save me.

The pistol now in front of my head, bent further down until it dipped beneath my chin. Pushing my face up as I was forced to look up.

As I raised my eyes to meet the assaulter. My eyes met with my other friend.

Brittany...

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