- Christabell Point of View-
What can I say? I do not know, all feels confusing to me. Being with a woman who wanted my husband so badly, for days traveling overland with her to take me away from New York, and away from Richard, the man who became my soul mate.
At first I thought Ms.
Parish was going to kill me and this baby, to get Richard back in her life. But it turns out she's not that bad. She's still giving me and my baby a chance at life, she just wants me and this baby out of Richard Anthony's life, so she can get him back.Although I don't know what my life would be like without Richard, all I have to think about right now is to save our baby. I'm sure that time will bring us back together. And I also really believe in my husband, in how much he loves me and this baby.
Richard won't let us disappear without a trace. He must be looking for us with all his might and effort. I just have to be patient and believe that my husband will find us as soon as possible.
During the time with Ms. Parish, I didn't say a word except when she asked. When she asked if Richard loved me or not, I lied that Richard didn't love me. He only married me for formality reasons, because I was pregnant, and this is his baby. After the baby was born, Richard would immediately divorce me. I made up the lie so that Ms. Parish was sure that there was still room for her in Richard's heart, so she wouldn't hurt me or our baby.
Seeing her reaction to my lies, my heart ached. She blushed, looking so happy to hear that my husband might still love her. There is a sudden feeling of pity in my heart; this woman is so crazy about my husband, who knows what makes her like that.
If I were in her position, maybe I would have felt the same feelings this woman felt. Richard Anthony is indeed a man who is not easily forgotten. Remembering about his touch, his gaze and his voice. How he kissed me, or how he treated me when we made love, it made me crazy about him. Even when he looked at me silently, I couldn't forget those eyes. A gaze that was sharp and deep, which made my blood rippled even though I only remembered it in my current memories.
I saw this woman cursing at my husband, as much as I did. Maybe I would react the same way if Richard left me one day. I might go crazy if he no longer wants me. And seeing that reaction emerge in Ms. Parish, even though my heart hurts, I can tolerate what this woman did.
***
Along the way, my eyes were closed with a cloth and my hands were tied in a lying position on the back seat. Until I felt that the car stopped running and the door opened. I was dropped from the car and taken to another car. All I feel is tingling in my feet, but at least I'm grateful that I'm still breathing until now. My baby kicked weakly, and I almost cried, "Hold on dear, this suffering will end soon." I whispered to myself, I hope my baby can hear it.
I sat with my hands tied and eyes closed, but my ears could still hear clearly when some people spoke a foreign language, very foreign to my ears. Where are we? I tried to listen to what they said, "Bienvenido, te llevaremos a la posada." Said someone.
"Hablamos Inglés" replied a young man. I'm just guessing from his voice, though I'm not really sure.
"Ok." That's the last thing I heard, because it felt like they put me in the car again. I don't know where else we will be taken.
The car stopped again, I got out of the car and led to a place. I heard the door open and I was led into the room. My hands were untied before that person left me. Slowly I untied the knot of my blindfold and for the first time in hours I could see freely. I didn't immediately find my sight. It feels like everything looks dim. I blinked many times to clear my eyes, and when I started to see clearly, I was already in a room with a size that is not too large and simple decoration. Where am I?
I didn't immediately find my sight. It feels like everything looks dim. I blinked many times to clear my eyes, and when I started to see clearly, I was already in a room with a size that is not too large and simple decoration. Where am I?
I saw a suitcase near me and pulled closer, and I opened it, apparently, the suitcase contained clothes and a wallet with two hundred dollar bills and an identity with my photo plastered there.
"Soraya Hill" I read the name on the ID card and my tears fell. Somehow my heartfelt so sore after seeing the photo of me on the identity card with someone else's name. It felt as if I had just attended my own funeral. How can I live under a fake identity like this?
Apart from the ID card, I also found a photo, some of which were people I knew at the Ritz. On the back of the photo was written a sentence in wet ink, "Hold on for their sake." written thus.
I also saw two hundred dollar banknotes, how could I survive this money? To live together with my son in this town? I put everything back, I rubbed my stomach with tears fell on my face.
"We can do it, baby, believe me. I'll protect you. Daddy will find us soon and bring us home," I said. I took a deep breath repeatedly, it felt like the air in this room was so thin or maybe my chest was too tight.
I dragged my feet which started to swell to the side of the window and I opened the window. My heart warmed a little when I saw the scenery outside. This place is such a lovely place, it wouldn't be a problem if my baby and I had to endure a few days until Richard found us. This place isn't so bad.
***
Someone comes into the room and greets me. "Hi." Greet the woman. "I'm Esmeralda." She was surprised to see my scared reaction when the woman came into the room.
"I only came to deliver food." She said.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Puerto Rico." She answered. I froze to hear the answer. We're thousands of miles from New York. How did Richard find us? I asked in my heart.
"Don't think too much, eat it, you look so weak." Said the woman and I shook my head. Realizing all this makes me lose my appetite.
"Don't be selfish, at least think about the baby in your belly." He said with an empathetic gaze and I nodded. However, my priority right now is my baby, all the hardships I go through will be wasted if anything bad happens to my baby.
I crammed the food into my mouth, forcing myself to chew and swallow the food even though it was so hard. I'm confused thinking about my fate after this? Richard is unlikely to find me anytime soon, I have to think of a plan B. Maybe I'll have my baby here, far away from the father.
"Stop crying, eat well." Said Esmeralda who was still in the room and looked at me with pity.
"I don't know how to survive and have to give birth to my baby, I don't have anything," I said sadly.
"Your husband paid for this lodging for a month before he left you in this place. For one month you will live comfortably here." He said. "What kind of husband could have the heart to leave his pregnant wife like this," Esmeralda muttered. I wish I could tell this woman everything.
I chose silence instead of explaining my situation, I asked the thing that was more important to me, "Can I get a job at this place?" I asked hopefully.
Esmeralda sighed deeply, "In a state of pregnancy, it would be difficult to get a job." The answer. "After you have your baby, I will help you find a job." The answer.
"Thank you." I smiled after getting a glimmer of hope. At least today I'm still alive, and my baby is still moving inside the womb.