Once a Greek Wife.

Chapter Three.

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A wave of strong dizziness encompassed her like a raging cyclone.

"What the devil game are you playing at you little fool?" Christos lamented. "There is no way you're going to get away with it."

"My baby is gone."

She chanted like a broken mantra. "I need to find my baby; I need to find my baby I need to find my baby." Her body was trembling like a leaf now, and her world was closing in, her baby was gone. It was a bad idea coming here, coming back.

Panting.

Breathing hard.

"Dont black out on me." His fingers bit into her shoulders

Feeling an unbearable tightness suddenly burst, then deflate her chest, samantha finaly succemmbed to darkness that went on without end.

The first thing she remembered was fear-a shattering fear numbing her spine, and crushed her heart in loss. Slowly other senses began to return and she realised that she was lying on a bed, a soft one at that. It was a long time before she tried to open her eyes, and when she did so she was gripped with sheer, overwhelming panic, when she finally remember the source of that fear, her baby, Andreas, her son. The memory and the pain made her cry out in anguish.

"I see you are awake."

"Where is my baby?"

"He's safe."

"I said. Where is he?"

"If you were not looking so weak and sickly I would have throttle you."

"I want to see him now?" How wooden and stilted her voice sounded.

"Alright why don't you get up and go looking for him if you might."

Samantha's trembling hands trying to get rid of the silk sheet that covering her, determined not to succumb to the dizziness that threatened to swallow her back to unconsciousness and the mocking stare from Christos. Her wobbly legs touched the carpeted floor, immediately the floor began to tilt and heave beneath her. But she was determined, drawing her strength she stood up and taking a step when she tumbled down like a heap and could feel the cynical satisfaction from Christos who stood by the window and watched her in amusement.

"You've always got the flair for dramatics."

He exited the room left her helpless on the floor. She would have cried, bawled out her misery if the tears would have helped. But she steeled herself and tried to get back on bed.

"Ooh you poor little thing, what are you doing on the floor." the words were suppose to sound sympathetic but coming from the heavy boned, fifty seven years old now? Woman of substance the great housekeeper of the Savakis mausoleum mansion.

"There must be some malign aura about you that just draws disaster wherever you go." She lifted her off the floor like a raging doll and dropped her unceremoniously to the bed.