Gael's voice rose in frustration, "I don't need your help, Monica, I told you I am fine." My eyes flashed with concern, you are not fine, Gael you are not fine at all. You are just avoiding this. Gael's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with a warning.
Do you want to know the truth? Should I tell you everything? Are you prepared to deal with what comes after? He tried to move closer to me, but I took a step back, my heart raced in my chest. I'm just saying, I feel like you will be in danger again.
Gael's voice was low and menacing. You're running away again, Monica. You can't handle the truth". He turned to go to his room but turned back again, his eyes piercing, "let me ask you Monica, if you can't handle me, then don't touch me. I'm already holding back enough." With that, he disappeared into his room, leaving me alone, my heart heavy with worry.
I stood alone in front of Gael's house, thinking of everything he said. Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hello?"
The caller's voice was mysterious, his words cryptic. " Mrs Emily is making a move on her husband, Mr Tomas, watch out for Miss Monica." The call ended leaving my mind racing with questions.
I quickly returned to my hotel room, my thoughts consumed by the caller's warning. Meanwhile, Gael was in his room, his mind still reeling from the earlier argument. He picked up his phone, hesitated for a moment before dialing my number. When I answered, his voice was cautious, "Where are you? Have you eaten?" He asked, his voice softened.
My response was measured, "Yes I've eaten, and I owe you an apology.
Gael, I was careless in not listening to you. I'm sorry" I paused, my voice barely above a whisper. I need to be careful to save myself.
I'll call you later with that," she hung up, leaving Gael feeling frustrated and concerned.
My next stop was the mental hospital, where my grandfather resided. The nurse was hesitant to let me in, but my persistence eventually won out. When I entered my grandfather's room, he greeted me with a warm smile. I gave him my wedding invitation card, wow, my Monica is getting married, he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride.
"My eyes welled up with tears as I handed him my wedding invitation card." it's all thanks to you grandpa. I promise to get you out of here soon.
my grandfather's eyes twinkled with an unknowing glint, I have a gift prepared for you." he said, rummaging through a drawer. He produced an old photo of me and my mother. The photo was so old that I couldn't see my mother's face.
Tears streamed down my face as I gazed at the photo, but my reverie was interrupted by the sound of Mom's voice echoing outside the room and, thankfully, the nurses didn't tell her I was there. I quickly hid inside a wardrobe, my heart racing in my chest.
Emily entered the room, her eyes scanning space before landing on Mr Edward, my dear father-in-law. You must be feeling good these days now that your granddaughter is getting married. But you know what? It is not going to happen. We'll get on with his brother, rather than the brother who left home to start his own company. I think the elder brother who is holding steady is likely to win.
Mr Edward's eyes narrowed, his voice firm, Emily, I want you to get me out of here, I have had enough of this place. Emily's eyes gleamed with excitement that could be arranged. But in return you must promise to give Mia your share of the gallery. Mr Edward's eyes locked in Emily's voice, calculating very well. Then you must keep your end of the bargain. Emily smiled, of course, and if you try such nonsense next time, I will get rid of Tomas, your son and Monica, your precious granddaughter. You know it doesn't take me time to kill.
Emily's laughter was cold. With that, she exited the room, leaving me shaken inside the wardrobe she was hiding.
Gael's eyes filled with worries as he dialed my number for what felt like the hundredth time, but I wouldn't pick up. Just as he was about to give up, his phone rang. The caller ID showed the police station. Gael's heart skipped a beat as he answered, "Hello"
"Is this Monica's fiancé?" The officer on the line asked. Gael's response was immediate, yes that is me.
Gael rushed to the police station, his mind racing towards the worst scenario. When he arrived, he saw me sitting in a corner, looking disheveled and dirty. My eyes were vacant, and my legs were covered with bruises. Gael's heart went out to me as he knelt in front of me.
" Monica, what happened? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle and soft. But I didn't respond, I just stared blankly ahead, my eyes empty of any emotions.
One of the police officers approached him, "We don't know what happened either sir. She wouldn't say a word. Gael's eyes narrowed, determination etched in his face. He helped me up, and we walked out of the police station together.
As soon as we got home, Gael took charge. He fetched a towel and water and gently cleaned my legs, his touch soft and caring. He applied some ointment to my wounds and his eyes never left mine. Still, I didn't say a word, but my tears began to fall, silent and unchecked.
Gael finished cleaning my leg and helped me into bed. He covered me with a blanket and turned off the lights, but he didn't leave my side.
He placed his hands on my shoulder, petting me softly. My crying grew louder and my body shook with sobs.
Gael held me close, his heart aching with love and concern, "it's okay Monica, you are safe now." He whispered a gentle Melody in his ear. And slowly my tears subside, my body relaxing into his embrace.