Verity's POV
I stare at the ceiling with the luxurious gold mosquito net; I smell the aromatherapy I often smell but can't buy because it's expensive.
My body didn't have the strength to move even a finger; my heartfelt hard and empty.
I set my eyes to see every side of the room that I could reach, everything on the side was so elegant, and I couldn't afford it myself.
I was in the house of a husband and wife who saved me from being raped by the asshole stars in the forest; I could still feel it even though, at that time, I was numb and could only cry in the consciousness that was really about to disappear.
My son is dead; my vaginal area is still uncomfortable. My body is full of scars, but it's getting better even though I don't have the strength; the two married couples are Delmira and Mason.
From the knowledge Delmira had told me, I was now in the Light pack. On the other side of the continent, with a comfortable life regardless of differences, Delmira takes care of me painstakingly and lovingly.
Delmira said that if she couldn't get pregnant because she was poisoned while doing her job as an intruder, which damaged her uterus, Mason accepted Delmira as she was.
I've been here a month, my son has been cremated, and his ashes are now in a white urn made of beautiful ceramic on my bedside table.
I stare at the jar only for it to create a huge ripple that I try to keep away, tears starting to roll down both sides of my face. As I started sobbing, the door revealed Delmira carrying a food tray.
"Jesus, Verity. What made you cry?" She walked quickly, put the food tray on the table, and came closer to my side.
I shook my head, unable to answer; I slumped into the darkness. My hope was taken away when I needed a reason to live; my mother and son died.
My chest began to tighten, and the excellent stabbing feeling came again; my crying made it hard for me to breathe.
Delmira's panic made me lean on her side, "Breath slowly. Inhale and exhale, Verity!" I follow slowly even though it's complicated. "Right honey, like that. Do it again slowly; I'm here; everything is fine."
When I managed to neutralize my Breath, another memory hit my head. The disgusting faces appeared; Jacob, Liliana, and the damn came simultaneously. a
Their touch, the sound of swearing, and also the blows coming. I couldn't tell the real world apart; I saw Jacob before me and started screaming.
"Bastard!! Please give me back, my son! Give him back to me!!!" My strength came pointing at Jacob's figure in front of me, full of anger, my eyes turned red, and my face was wet with tears mixed with sweat. "Give me back, my son!!!"
"Verity, calm down! There's no one; you're safe; you're safe with me in our house..." Delmira spoke to me, but I didn't respond; I knew Jacob in front of me was just an illusion, but I was too sad and full of wounds here.
"Damn bitch!! Give back my son Liliana; you ordered them, right?!! You killed my son!!" Now that I was shouting at Liliana's figure, Jacob was beside her, and I started tugging at my hair.
Delmira held my hand, and Mason, along with a doctor, because his wife screamed hysterically for help; a personal doctor approached me, but I was getting hysterical as hard as I could.
Something happened; my body weakened, and I helplessly fell into Delmira's arms. I was still sobbing weakly until my vision blackened.
......
One week after my tantrum, the wounds on my body had completely healed, leaving only scars in the places where I was tortured. Moreover, my groin also has knife scars from when that savage rape was committed on me; their faces still pop up every time I trigger their memories to appear.
The sun in the morning was quite warm; I sat leaning against the head of the bed, looking away from Delmira, who was faithfully waiting for me to chew my breakfast for a long time this morning.
I want to kill them; hatred builds up until I want to vomit.
"Verity, please open your mouth again." Delmira was still by my side and stopped the memory from taking over my senses.
Delmira had often accompanied her since the incident when I went berserk, and I felt alone because I realized that Natalia's voice was not in my head.
I lost everything that I care about, and I hate myself to be alive. The fact that I realized there was no more reason for me to live, my hands clenched reflexively, and just like that, Delmira took my hand to bring it to her lips.
She kissed the back of my hand and let go of his grip, "These hands are gorgeous. Please don't hurt yourself again; I have no right to ask you to forget because I don't know what happened to you." She patted me on the back, these warm hands reminding me of my poor Daciana mother.
I glanced at my arm, which was full of claws. Indeed I wasn't raging, but in my sleep, I often didn't realize I was hurting myself. My arms, stomach, and back were covered in claw wounds; I couldn't sleep well.
The faces of those bastards appeared one after another to haunt me every time I slept, never leaving me in peace for a second. Delmira smiled when I reacted sincerely; this woman is my savior, but I don't want to be saved.
I looked away from her and looked at the window again. "Why did you save me?" I'm upset because I'm still alive. "My son is dead; I don't deserve to be alive."
"I'm sorry, but I can't just let someone dying before my eyes just die when I can save them," she answered honestly without being covered up.
"You are selfish! not everyone who wants to die asks to be saved!!" I started cursing with anger; I couldn't accept it; not everything wanted the good that Delmira gave.
I just wanted to die, but she saved me that night instead; I hated my life. Because now I'm filled with anger, sadness, and full of revenge for everything that happened.
I feel senseless and empty.
Delmira did not answer my anger; my hands clenched tightly again. Delmira tried to let go of my grip that hurt my palm, it got more profound, but I didn't care.
I need the pain to validate that I'm still alive but don't deserve a good life; I can't be calm, considering my son died miserably. Such a beautiful life today, surrounded by love and luxury; I don't deserve it.
"I'm sorry..." Delmira said before clearing the food tray and heading for the door. "I'll leave you alone; I'll come back after the morning meeting with Mason." she continued mentioning her husband's name.
...
I'm safe.
Sentence to myself every time I wake up in this big room, casting a spell on myself with the doctrine that my current life is no longer the same. I bear a lot of regret, anger, revenge, and sorrow.
Time went so fast that I could leave the room and walk-in Delmira's garden. This house is extensive; one servant and one trained bodyguard always follow me; the doctor still prescribes medicine for me.
My nightmares remain, but I'm hiding this from Delmira and Mason. The scratch marks were only on my back and under my damn; I didn't allow anyone, even if it was a maid, to help me change clothes.
Six months passed, and I lived with Delmira and Mason; this married couple loved me. Even though they have dared to ask permission to adopt it, I at least returned my senses last month. All that's left of me is anger and revenge on the two traitors who made my life as miserable as it is now; I have no other intention to die again.
I needed revenge; the news of their second marriage reached my ears, filling me with anger, ready to explode. I'm here with my son's ashes, and they celebrated my son's death with a grand wedding; Delmira and Mason even got an invitation to come.
"Miss, I brought snacks for you." the maid's voice interrupts my reverie sitting on a lawn chair with a cup of hot cocoa, the spring air is cool enough, and I'm already wearing a warm fleece coat from Mason.
"Thank you," I said to the waiter.
"You're welcome," the maid took a few steps back but still looked at me, wanting to say something.
"Tell me what you want to ask."
"Miss, it's getting dark, the air is getting colder, and it's not good for you to stay outside. Please come inside; madam and master will be back soon for dinner together," she said, reminding me that she would answer the request of the two couples to adopt me.
"Okay, remove the table. Let's go inside."