Some nightmares do not halt, they keep replaying till you lose your sanity. I have no idea what else I'm gonna do at this juncture of my life. Is my life even mine? I can't feel it is. What am I gonna do to be free? Free as a bird from this shackle?
I am Hailey Brown, I reside in Chicago. I lay on a bare fluffy floor warping my fragile legs and twitching like a leaf. My tummy was agonizing badly and I could feel my intestines getting devoured as if a clump of rats were gnawing them. I let out an audible sigh. It's not the first time I have been in extreme distress.
My eyes bulged looking somber, my lips, parched.
I heard the bars of the cell I was in, clattering. It was the jail guard. He has arrived again to invite me to go work on the field as well as with the inmates. The clattering slammed my ears and I attempted to rise to my feet I felt so dizzy that my head commenced spinning, but I still attempted to waddle frightened I was going to get whacked or dragged out forcefully. The guards in the jail are quite brutal like soldiers, a few of them have mistreated me a few times hence, the awful bruises and spots on my arms and legs.
I was almost arriving at the bars and I weakly plopped to the floor conk out.
Hours hastily departed. Munroe Jackson, my husband, he is running for governor. He relaxed on the bottom of his bed in only a pair of shorts. His hairy puffy chest was disclosed and his hips were as well.
Samantha, my half-sister hopped on the bed in only a bra and a pant. She crawled towards Munroe giggling noisily and wrapping her smooth arms around his chest like an anaconda grasping its prey.
Munroe's phone beeped noisily and he tugged it from his pants on the bed. He peeked at the screen and he saw it was one of his minions dialing and he answered the call.
"What news do you have for me?" Munroe sniffed.
"it is done boss, she's now six feet under." replied, the jail guard.
Munroe had disbursed to a few guards in prison to have me killed. He wanted me gone so he can successfully be elected governor. Eight months after I gave birth to our daughter, Bella, I unearthed that he runs an illegal drug trafficking business and is a member of a syndicate. Not only that, he smuggles arms and grenades out of the country.
Munroe comprehended I won't take that sitting down and he had me framed for possessing drugs. I had no evidence to back me in court and though I kept blurting to the judge and members of the courtroom, that Munroe is a drug lord, no one gave attention to my voice and my sentence was heightened accused of slander.
The jail guards had brought me to a forest at midnight wrapped in a sack and they threw my body inside a hole which they dug and buried me alive.
Samantha observed Munroe grinning from ear to ear and she stroked his cheek, "babe why do you look so delighted?"
"it is done, babe. Hailey is out of our lives forever, " he grinned from ear to ear, "she is dead."
Samantha's cheeks melted into a broad smile. She has always craved to be with Munroe. She is always envious of everything I have. She tries to take our father's affection from me and ensures he squanders on her than on me. She always feels dejected whenever she saw us together. She already fell helplessly in love with Munroe ever since she saw his awesome photos in magazines. He used to work as a model.
Samantha threw her lips on Munroe's. Munroe grabbed her In his arms kissing her neck vigorously and she cackled.
Years after. My daughter, Bella had grown to almost an adult. She is 17. Throughout her childhood, she never knew about me. Munroe and Samantha concealed from her that I'm her mother. They hid and burned any possession of mine including my pictures so she won't know anything about me or discover that Samantha is not her biological mother.
Munroe was elected governor of Chicago. With the years that passed away, Munroe and Samantha bore a daughter by the name, of Elise. Elise is just sixteen. She is a smart and intelligent young lady and she greatly enjoys Bella's company.
On a blustery wintry Tuesday dayspring, Bella and Elise sat beside each other on a large European table munching morsels of sandwich and downing a cup of tea grinning at each other. They glanced at Munroe striding towards the table clutching his briefcase.
Munroe halted beside Samantha and pecked her on her cheek, "how are you darling?"
Samantha grinned, "I'm good."
Munroe advanced to Bella and Elise and he pecked them on their cheeks, "how are you, girls?"
"We are doing good daddy." Elise and Bella replied chorus and let out a chuckle.
Munroe hunched on his seat and held his cutlery, he munched a slice of his steak, "how's the meal ladies?"
"the best." Bella and Elise's chorus replied.
"Awwwn, Elise would you like some more sausages on your plate?" Samantha smiled at her and Elise nodded, "yes mum."
"serve me some sausages too mum," added Bella.
"take them yourself."
Bella's brows furrowed feeling quite forlorn. She glanced at Samantha stretching to Elise a plate of sausages.
"You have some sauce down here." Samantha grasped a warm soft tissue wiping Elise's chin.
"thank you, mama." Elise grinned.
**
It was 1:20 in the afternoon. The sun was blazingly hot. Bella was walking along the school's cafeteria bowing her head cogitating holding her lunch box. She attends Brittler High private school as well as Elise. It's one of the greatest schools in the United States.
Jake Farrow, a student of Brittler High, walked in the same direction as Bella hunching his head and tapping his phone with the sling of his school bag leaning on his arm. He stepped in front of Bella, as Bella aadva, and they bump into each other, their forehead nudged and they lose their balance and fell to the floor.