My One And Only

I was feeling every kind of emotions and worst of all… the pain was the highlight of each one of them.

I could not understand why did people make a promise that they could never keep??

I had lived my life through a series of broken promises.

The first one being my father promising to love me forever but after that dreadful news that he could never have a son…. it was the end of an era for me thriving on my father’s love.

After that, everything changed. My life took a u-turn in that very day… the silver lining of it was my hand getting promised to Josh Herrington and raising me to be an ideal wife material.

Later in my late teenage period, by Kian himself. He promised that he would never ever leave me but he did… disappearing in the thin air, breaking my heart for the very first time.

And the list goes on until Josh had to reject me in front of everyone. Even when I had made myself believe that he was the man for me when in reality he could never ever be one… not in zillion years even when he tried his guts out.

It was over.

My parent’s death was an eye-opener for me of the fairy tale life I was living when in reality, it was me living in a fancy prison.

When the waves of reality hit me, they hit me hard making me lose my balance, fall on the ground on my face… breaking everything in me until I met Kian.

He instilled the ray of hope in me once again and it was what I thought would last forever… making my life at least more meaningful than before it was.

But then he had to break my happy bubble in the most cruellest way, leaving me completely shattered.

I should have known better… learned better but guess I was dumb to not learn it in the first time.

My father was right about that… that I was a slow learner.. not just slow in understanding things but slow in everything.

No wonder he was disgusted by me. Being his daughter, the way he was.. the shrewd and clever while I was a nut case.

But I knew better than to sit here and keep checking in my past, mourning over it, wishing if I had done it differently… would my life have had changed for the better???

The answer to this question would forever be a mystery to me and I shall never come to a specific conclusion.

So I took out the duffle bag that I was planning to elope with from here. If I had a second thought about not leaving before… now I had none.

I was very sure that this was what I needed to know to save myself and protect myself from any harm.

I could not rely on anyone anymore. All were traitor, selfish men with no one having even the slightest bit of humanity in them.

I went to pick the house telephone and sat on the bed with the number ready to be dialled from the card.

I knew that I would have to leave this place as soon as possible. I could not waste any minute anymore here. If he came back, he would not leave me alone… not before handing me back to Josh.. now that he found me knowing all his secrets and repelling to his actions.

A strand of tear fell off from my eyes and very hesitantly with a daring soul, I called Mrs Wilson, filling every hint of shame that I was asking help from the woman who despised my guts.

The ring went on for a few seconds and I thought that she might not pick up but then she did.

“Wilson Residency, who is this??”

A young woman voice was heard through the other side. It was not Mrs Wilson.

“I m Tinsley Rutherford. I need to talk with Mrs Wilson. ”

I spoke out. I really hoped that the woman allowed me to and handed the phone immediately to her owner.

“Wait a minute… you are in luck, Mrs Wilson is in the home today.”

The woman replied and I was glad to hear it. I kept my fingers crossed hoping that Mrs Wilson would accept my call and also offered to land me the help.

I waited patiently and in the background, I could hear the rustling noises.

“What is it, Adda?”

“Madam, one Tinsley Rutherford wishes to talk to you.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

My heart started beating as I heard the woman transferring my calls finally to Mrs Wilson, anxiously waiting for if Mrs Wilson would accept to talk or not.

“Transfer the call to my personal cell and leave. Do not allow anyone else to disturb me. ”

I was glad that Mrs Wilson accepted it and prayed in my core that our conversation would hopefully go well for it was my only chance to escape safely.

“Ms Rutherford? Was expecting to hear from you but not this soon…”

“I… uhh… I m in dire need of your help.”

I did not wait much and hit it right on the point. I knew dragging the conversation would be meaningless and knowing how much busy Valeria Wilson was as a woman… time for them was very valuable.

“You know that if I do land you a hand in help, I accept a favour from you too??”

I did not know what kind of favour Valeria Wilson was expecting from me but I knew that whatever it would be, I needed to accept it because I had no choice in it… I was the one in dire need of her help, not she.

“I shall agree to whatever favour you ask of me in the future.”

I said and after a moment of pause as if she was analyzing my words… the promise I was given to her through the other side.

“What do you need my help for?”

“I need to escape from here.”

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