The bitter lie and even-bitter truth

Evelyn Xavier

"Why did you have to be the one alive?," the woman with a blurry face who stood infront me shouted, pointing her perfectly manicured long nail at me.

Her voice filled with anger and resentment. Slap. Her palm connected with my cheek.

Choked sobs escaped from 10 year old me's lips as tears streamed down my cheek.

"Just shut up," the woman hissed as she looked around frantically before grabbing a bottle of alcohol on the nearby table. She raised it ready to hit me.

My eyes snapped open as I sat straight on the bed. Sheen sheet of cold sweat evident on my forehead and temples, my heart was pounding against my sibcage so hard I was afraid it might leap out of my rib cage and run.

There was a slight tremor in my hands, my breathing uneven and labored.

Thunderstorm clattered outside my window making a loud sound as it semmed to snap me out of my trance.

I swallow hard as I intake a sharp breathe, trying to compose down my nerves that were going haywire.

I took a few deep breathes as I finally manage to calm down the nerves in my body which could have gone haywire .

I wipe away the sweat as I comb my hand through my hair, calming down my nerves. Even if a little.

I pull the blanket off me and get out of bed. I put on the slippers before standing up. I grab the phone from the bedside table as I glance at the time.

12:10.

Hm..midnight?. I look around my room, finding it stuffy.

I put the phone down and head out of my bed. I let out a weary sigh before heading downstairs.

I need some water...

I reach the kitchen as I open the fridge and pour myself a glass of water.

I lean against the kitchen island. I took a sip of water as my thoughts drifted to places I once thought had forgotten.

If this keeps on going...I won't be able to make my plow and scheme my way out and a divorce from Alexander.

That woman? Who was she and why does she keep on appearing when things seemed to go even a little bit right?

And what did she mean by 'the one alive?'.

You have mild amnesia meaning your brain has blaocked away some memories.

I frowned...why and who were they? Why did my brain block away those memories.

And...who are my parents? Where are they? Do I even remember them at this point? Do they know me?

Remember me?

I didn't even realize when I had finished the glass of water. I blinked twice startle for a moment.

I place the mug on the sink as I push off the kitchen island, ready to head upstairs.

I stepped out of the kitchen as my eyes landed on the living room's slightly opened door. A faint light streamed from the creak of the door.

My brows furrowed slightly, lips pressed together.

Who could be up at midnight? Expect me for sure.

I walked over as I push the door slightly, even to see inside clearly.

My whole nerves stiffened as I remain rooted on the seat. My eyes locked onto a back facing me...

Alexander and... his left-hand man, Elgato?

A pit formed in my stomach for some reason. I strain my ears to listen to their conversation. Their expressions were—precisely elgato since Alexander's back is facing me.

I frowned realizing something. Wait...he has a right-hand man and a left-hand man.. And a damn secretary?

What kind of professions does this bastard do?