Chapter 9
Mena
The <b>night </b>had passed and it was morning already. Only, I hadn’t closed a single eye. The events from yesterday were still running through my head. The way Alessio yed me, fooled <b>me</b><b>, </b>threatened <b>me</b>.
All <b>night</b>, I had been stuffing clothes <b>and </b>all necessary belongings into suitcases. One thing <b>was </b>certain. I wouldn’t be <b>staying </b>here in this apartment. <b>risking </b>mine or my daughter’s life any longer.
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By the time I was almost finished, too much time had <b>already </b>past. So much time I didn’t <b>even </b>realize it was already 8:30. Alessio’s driver would arrive soon, and 1 was determined to get Natalie and myself out before then
In a hurry, I picked up thest of Naty’s toys while she watched with a confused frown on her face. She <b>had </b>been staring at me wide–eyed since she had caught me packing like a possessed woman. Yes, I would love to exin the reasoning–but how could one even try and exin to a child that the monster from her bedtime stories was real<b>!</b>
Naty’s voice broke through the silence. “Mommy, where are we going?” She asked so innocently Patience. That was one trait she didn’t get from me or her father as both of us seemed to <b>be </b><bcking </b>that
“We’re just going on a small trip, swcetic”
She stared at me with those ever–trusting eyes, not pushing for an answer. Maybe she sensed my unease, or perhaps she <b>was </b>still tired.
Not long after, we stood at the door with our <b>suitcases</b>. Conflicted, I took onest nce at <b>our </b>cozy apartment. We <b>hadn’t </b>built many memories, I wished that could’ve been different but I <b>also </b>knew I was ultimately the one to me.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.
No one forced me to take the job at the Panis, I knew it was dangerous–yer, I pushed aside every negative thought in my head and epted the job. Before closing the door, I <b>gulped </b>down my anxiety, reminding myself I was doing this for our safety.
As scared as I was, even I knew it wasn’t right to leave without thanking Mrs. Rodriquez who had always been there for us. From babysitting Naty when I waste from work to making us dinner to even the smallest gesture such as lending us sugar. I owed her a proper goodbye.
With that being said, I knocked on her door. It would only be a simple goodbye, nothing more since I couldn’t tell her the <b>truth</b>. Knowing Mrs. Rodriguez, she would only worry and might unintentionally put herself in danger.
Besides, I <b>wasn’t </b>really in the mood for any ‘I told you <b>so’s</b>,”
The older woman opened the door with a sleepy smile, <b>a </b>bo still on her head and surprised eyes at our unexpected early visit.
“Good morning, Jimena, Naty. What’s with the suitcases!”
gout for a weekend getaway.” I lied through the pain. T’t that right, Naty!”
<b>Just </b>heading o
Not knowing any better, Natalie gave her a big nod.
“Where to?”
See, this was the part I hated the most. Too many questions which would lead to more lies than expected.
Thinking on the spot, I said, “Oh, just a nearby resort. After all that working. I thought we could use a little <b>break</b>”
I see,”
I gently nudged Naty forward. “Come on, give Mrs. Rodriquez a hug
Naty obeyed, wrapping her arms around the woman. “Bye, I’ll see you soon!”
Guilt washed over me as I realized how close the two had gotten, Mrs. Rodriquez showed her more love than either one of her grandmothers could ever give <b>her</b>. Unfortunately this was about survival, and nothing could change my mind–not even their bond.
1 sighed deeply. Thank you for everything. I really appreciate it”
Mrs. Rodriguez smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, <b>the </b>squeezed her eyes shut, only to open them about a split secondter. “IFI didn’t know any better, I would <b>think </b>you were leaving me for good.”
“No, <b>no</b>!” I denied her usation, waving my hands <b>as </b>nervousughter came from my lips. “I’ll see you in a few days.. really<b>”</b>
*..Jimena,” she called out <b>my </b>name, hesitating for a moment. A teasing smile appeared as she spoke. “Are you going away with that cute guy. Anson!”
Anson
My heart froze <b>at </b>the mention of the man who was the reason why I had filed in the first ce.
‘t take it anymore<b>.</b>
The man that had mentally <b>and </b><b>physically </b>tortured me over and over until I couldn’t
He was here!
Just the thought of him made my body <b>ache</b>, and I couldn’t help but remember all the times he hadid his hands on me. First it were his hands, then his belt, then he switched over to anything he could find, from cables to <b>nks</b>. You call it, I <b>have </b>felt it
He had done so much more unthinkable things. So unthinkable I had erased them from my thoughts, only to escape the nightmares.
In fear of being called stupid I had never told anyone. I was certain they would either not believe me, ask me why I hadn’t called the authorities (which I specifically didn’t in case Anson decided to go even more crazy), or guilt trip me for <b>staying </b>if not all of the above.
They wouldn’t understand.
No one would.
I could hardly understand myself.
Not
everyone was oblivious. Neighbors clearly saw what was going on. They <b>saw </b>the bruises, the ck eyes, heard the yelling–but no one ever interfered. Everyone had turned a blind eye.
<b>“</b>Daddy is here?” Nary’s voice contrasted with my thoughts. I couldn’t me her because she didn’t know any better. I was put on keeping a smile on her face and had never told her what kind of animal her daddy really is.
“Mrs. Rodriguez, what did you say? I panicked. Call it stupid, but deep down I was hoping she might’ve been talking about someone else. Anyone but him.
She furrowed her brow, looking concerned. “Anson! Some handsome guy that came looking for you yesterday,” she exined. “I caught him knocking on your door. He also asked for Narry but I told her I didn’t know where she was because I <b>wasn’t </b>sure-
“That’s my daddy!” Naty showed her a toothy smile.
Mrs. Rodriguez’s expression turned pale, mirroring the mine. “Is he trouble?”
“No!” Natty and I spoke at the same time. I quickly hid my unease and simply shrugged my shoulders. “I bet he wanted to surprise Naty, that’s all Thanks for telling me though.”
Mrs. Rodriguez seemed only half–<b>convinced</b>. “He mentioned stopping by again today. That’s why I thought
“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll call <b>him</b>,” I cut her off. One more word about that man and I would’ve begun bawling.
Mrs. Rodriquez seemed yet to be fully convinced, but after one final round of goodbyes, I beckoned Naty to walk, holding back the tears that threatened to fall down my eyes.
Dragging the suitcases, with Naty by my side, I thought back at myck of brain cells. The anonymous phone call, the cigarette, the lighter, all signs were right there, and because I was too <b>naive</b>, too hopeful of a chance at a better life, I had ignored all of it.
I could hardly believe I had packed for dear life to escape from <b>Alessio</b><b>, </b>only to <b>have </b>a bigger problem on my te. I didn’t know where we were headed, I didn’t know anything–all I knew was that I was fucked.
Once we had reached outside. Nary tugged at my sleeve. I looked down at her big brown eyes. “Is <b>Daddy </bing with us on the trip?” Her lips were pursed.
My <b>words </b>got stuck in my <b>throat</b>. I tried to answer her but I couldn’t, and then I shifted my gaze across the street.
It was a <b>good </b>thing I did because the first thing I noticed was Anson’s car.
It was that beat–up dark blue piece of crap which I could recognize from anywhere. <b>Each </b>time he drove around in that thing, I just had the urge to tell him that it was time to let go of it already–that piece of junk had already gone through <b>a </b><b>lot</b>.
The only reason I managed to freeze the way I did was because Anson’s had his head turned in another direction. Luckily Naty hadn’t spotted him either.
“Mommy?” Naty tried grabbing my attention. “Where are we going, mommy!”
“<b>Just </b>a second, Naty.”
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Thest thing I needed was for him to spot me. What if he would see us and drag us into that <b>car</b><b>? </b>My heart pounded in my chest. Should I run! Would be see!
What’s your next move, Jimena.
Just then<b>, </b>a massive white SUV made its stop right in front of us. Almost <b>as </b>if send by god himself, the car hid us from Anson’s view. <b>Only </b>when I breathed <b>a </b>sigh of relief. I noticed I had been holding back my <b>breath </b>for quite some time.
The door of the SUV <b>opened</b>, and a middle–aged man in a dark, expensive–looking suit stepped out. There was one thing I couldn’t understand, and <b>that </b>was why he was staring at me.
“Miss Jimena?” he <b>asked</b>, scanning my face for confirmation. “I was sent by Sir Alessio Fani to pick you up.”
“Luh_fuck my life.” I whispered under my breath, cursing myself. I <b>had </b>been too concerned with Anson that I had pushed away the reason why I was in such a hurry to get out. It was almost nine, and as agreed, by Alessio only, his driver was here to pick me up.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, not at all.”
Great<b>.</b>
Just my luck
My head dropped into my <b>palm</b>, my brains weren’t functioning.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Naty and the man both shot each other confused looks.
“And this is your…” the man trailed off, <b>pointing </b>at <b>Naty</b>
“Daughter,” 1 filled in quickly. Of course Alessio didn’t mention Naty to him. Heck, the man didn’t even know she existed.
“Right.” the man said, “Well, ger in please.” He held the door open with an unsure gesture.
“You want me to get in?” I returned the same gesture, not knowing what the hell was even going on
The man clicked <b>his </b>tongue. “I truly <b>don’t </b>care much about your rtionship issues” he let out a <b>chuckle </b>as he nervously rubbed his temples. “But unless you want Alessio to make minced meat out of both of us, I suggest <b>you </b>step in he spoke. “I see you’ve got <b>a </b>little girl, so do I. I just want to get back safely to my family after <b>my </b><b>shift</b>”
Rtionship issues<b>?</b>
Did he really thought the reason why I didn’t want to get into the car was because of rtionship issues? There wasn’t even a rtionship to begin with
“Who is that, Mommy?” <b>Natalie </b>questioned, looking back and for between the two of us
“Not now. <b>Naty</b>
I didn’t want to shut my <b>daughter</b>, I really didn’t–but right now I had to think very carefully about my next step.
What was I supposed to do? Run, and make a scene? Go back to Anson and face.. well, hell knows what? All the things I had faced before, only ten
times worse.
Or, I could take a risk with Alessio, praying he would unintentionally keep <b>us </b>safe. No one dared messing with that family, and if he were to find me even Anson wouldn’t be that stupid.
Alessio needed me, so he wouldn’t hurt me. He would ept me and would learn to ept Naty <b>because </b>he wouldn’t have <b>a </b>choice.
Being with him would secure <b>our </b>safety. At least for BROW
It was insane, but somehow<b>, </b>genting involved with the Mafia seemed better than going back to Anson. How did my life even get to th
to this point!
“Thank you for picking <b>us </b><b>up</b>,” I had made a final decision. “Get in, sweetie,” I whispered to <b>Nary </b>who climbed in without single hesitation. <b>As </b>the driver <b>took </b>care of our suitcases, I buckled up my daughter, hoping I had made the right decision.
“Where are we really going, mommy? Natalie pressed for an answer. Her tone sounded a bit more serious this time and I knew I owed her an
Flower.
I brushed <b>a </b>strand of <b>hair </b>from her face, trying to offer her a reassuring smile.
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“We’re going to a ce that looks like a pce,” I replied, hoping to take away some of her worries.
Naty’s voice dropped. “But Daddy won’t be there, will he?” the sulky expression on her face almost broke my heart.
I shook my head. “Daddy is <b>busy </b>at the moment. I’m sorry, princess.”
Busy stalking mommy that is<b>.</b>
As the SUV finally pulled away, I took one final nce at Anson’s car. The devil had shifted <b>his </b>gaze, but he couldn’t see me. It only took a quick nce for me to see that those familiar eyes were still as cold <b>as </b>ever. He looked exhausted, out of it, had <b>grown </b><b>a </b>short beard.
He looked so pathetic <b>I </b>began feeling sorry for him, <b>but </b>certainly no more than I did for <b>myself</b>.
<b>I </b>could only hope Alessio would feel the same when he would find out I hadn’t been entirely truthful.
One problem at a time. I told myself.
One problem at a time.