To Live For Once (Set Me Free II) - Episode 16

 

Jessica:

"It's a success. Rory left the town without her. She had to hitch a ride with her father." I smirk at his words and grab the bottle of wine from the bucket of ice.
"Of course it is a success. There's nothing Rory hates than betrayal. You see, I never fail at whatever I put my mind to." I say smugly and fill up his glass. I pick mine up and inspect it.
"That's something Rory and I have in common . I thought we were made for each other." I say offhandedly, My grip on the class getting too hard.
"Do you still want him back?" I shake my head.
"Look at me. Another face. Another life. Because of that man. He's going to pay. I'm going to take every thing he's acquired in this country. I want him to feel how it is to lose everything!" The glass shatters in my hand and I barely feel the prick of the glass shards.
"Jessica! You're bleeding." He's by my side in seconds.
"It's Melissa!" I snap and let the glasses fall off my grasp.
"I'll get the first aid box." He hurries out of the sitting room but I wipe my bloody palm on my nightie. I don't even wince

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. I waltz to the mirror and the face looking at me is nothing like the woman I used to be. Tears prick my eyes at the memory of the pain I went through to correct the defect that accident Rory got me into did to my face. I never wanted to be scarred in the face for life so I got rid of it with an offshore account. The cops have no idea about the fact that I'm alive and well.
"Not so well though." I pull the nightie off my shoulder and turn around. The ugly scar covering my top shoulder reaching the top of my hip is just gruesome but I'm keeping it. As a reminder of what Rory had me go through after everything I did for him.
"Jess--Melissa." He comes back out with the first aid box and I let my nightie cover up my scar.
"You shouldn't hurt yourself ever again." He takes my hand and dab spirit or whatever on it. I wince a little at the sting.
"Promise me." I nod at him and he sighs.
"We should just go back to the States. You have a new face. We can live a new life." He says.
"No. I can't go on living with out getting my own pound of flesh." I pull my hand away from his grasp.
"You've changed." He says quietly.
"I know."
"I don't like you going through all these."
"Then you'll help me get revenge."
"Do I have a choice?" I shake my head.
"I'll never leave you, no matter how cranky you get. We are family after all." He caress my cheeks and wipe the tears I didn't know I was shedding. I take a calming breath.
"Rory has no idea who you are right?" I ask.
"No. He has no clue. We haven't met in more than ten years. That's enough time to forget my face."
"That's perfect. Thank you brother." I peck his cheek and he smiles at me.
"Your father picked me up from the street, adopted me and gave me a good life. I'm forever indebted to you." He takes my hand and brush his lips across it. Of course I know the reason he's here is because he's in love with me. Has been since we were kids growing up. He'd known he had no chance against Rory and he'd taken the chance father gave him to leave the country for studies and he'd never came back. That's until I survived my car's fall off the bridge and contacted him. He's the only one I can trust now. And together we are going to bring Rory down.

Amaya:

The house is dark when I get home and I wonder if Rory came back home. With shaky hands, I let myself into the house and head for the bedroom. It's also dark in here. I switch the light on to find the room empty. I sigh.
"Where are you Rory?" My phone beeps in my hand at this moment and my heart soar at the thought of it being Rory. I unlock the phone to see it's a text from my father. Way to dash my hope against the wall daddy. I click on the text message.

  YOU ARE NO LONGER TO RESUME WORK AT MY FIRM. I'M SENDING YOU TO ANOTHER FIRM AS A SECRETARY. DON'T BE LATE TOMORROW MORNING. I'LL SEND MY DRIVER TO TAKE YOU.

I feel a little rush of happiness at the news that I'm not to work with my father anymore but I quell that down with the issue at hand. It's my second night of marriage and my husband isn't home. The whole events of the day start to come back to me and I let my body flop down on the mattress. It's soft and soothing and in no time, I find myself slipping into sleep.

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Grrrrrhhh
"Im awake!" I jump out of bed and land ass down onto the tiled floor. I groan in pain. The alarm starts blaring again. I'm wide awake now and the fact that I'm supposed to resume work today hits me. I jump to my feet and check the wall clock.
"I'm late!" I yell. It's almost 8:00am and I usually resume work by 8:00am and right now I've not even taking my bath. My phone screen blink on and off alerting me of a notification. I check it to see three missed calls from my father and a text from his driver about twenty minutes ago. My heart rate accelerate.
"No no no no no." I rush myself into to bathroom.
My clothes are off in records time and I grab my toothbrush while turning the water heater on.
I brush and bath while shaving my legs. Multitasking has always been one of my strong suit.
"Done." I wash off the lather of soap and hurry back to the bedroom. I pull open the wardrobe and notice the bags of clothes Michelle bought for me the previous day. Did Rory bring them in last night? Did he even sleep in at all?
My ringing phone interrupts my train of thought. Father.
"Hello." I wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder while I wiggle into a too tight but lovely skirt. It's green and accentuates my excess curves. I usually wear looser clothes. Is this a bad idea?
"Are you even listening to me!" I'm brought back to the call.
"Yes dad. I'll just change and---"
"Will you get down here before I come up there and drag you into the car!" He yells and I nearly drop my phone to the ground.
"Okay I'll--" he ends the call. I look down at my skirt and groan.

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. It's pretty but not me. I look at the wall clock again. 8:21am. Damn it, my father's going to lose his head. I decide to go with the skirt and shrug a cute cold shoulder top Michelle says looks good on me. I spritz on perfume and apply a pink lipstick as an afterthought. The woman staring at me in the mirror looks to good to be me. I pack my weavon on in a ponytail and grab my bag. I'm ready.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." I mutter as my phone starts ringing again, knowing it's my father. I feel oddly excited about this new job without knowing where It would be.