I hear the sound of their conversation but their voices are muffled, I can't make out what they're saying. The voices will rise here and there... I've been looking around for anything I can use to cut the rope - nothing, not a damn usable thing. They vetted this place alright - good for them, their captive can't break free. Hmm, don't they break their fingers in movies to make their hands smaller?
Okay - let's not try that. Really not, I haven't become that desperate yet. It's getting darker, my stomach is starting to tell me I've neglected it for too long, not like I don't agree but my hands are tied. Literally, my hands are tied.
I have to amuse myself with something, I don't do well in darkness and silence. I see things, things that aren't there and will be chased away by light. Like now, I'm hearing more footsteps outside - hurried ones and a group of them. Who else have they called?
My eyes are fixed on the door, I don't blink - whoever is coming through that door might the reason I loose my life. I don't want to die yet - it hasn't been a day since I got in a relationship.
"Trent." I miss Fin so much I'm hearing his velvety voice. I hear steady footsteps coming towards me, it's gotten darker, I can't see who it is other than they're taller.
"Trent...Baby." Maybe hunger and pain is making me hallucinate. Fin is my safety blanket...good to know. If I could close my eyes for a second, I'm tired...I don't know how long I've been sitting and my hands are throbbing. I'm exhausted...
"Trent..." Hmm, are hallucinations this real like? I don't care anymore, it hurts...I want to close my eyes for a second.
A second I'm afraid extended itself to night and most part of the morning, I open my eyes to the sound of a beeping sound. Beep. Beep. So hospital room, better than mortuary.
"You're awake." It would seem so, wouldn't it and out of the hands of the Thompsons too. My knight in shining armour...adorable really, I'm falling in love.
"Don't scare me like that." He was scared, image me who was slapped around. It's safe to say we both don't want the repeat of what happened.
"How did you find me?"
"They didn't throw away your phone. I tracked it."
"What did you do with them?"
"What do want done with them?"
To never see them again, at this point I don't care. The sooner I leave York the better. I'm so fed up with this place - it's an understatement.
"Do whatever you see fit. As long as I never see them again." Because I have the ability to say this now - you handle them. Being in a relationship really is nice.
The doctor walks in while I'm in my paradise...
"Mrs Merwe, you're good to go. Just take it easy until the bruises fade. Mr Merwe, you can take her home."
Mrs Merwe - me? Mr Merwe? Something else happened while I was out?
Wait...which Merwe? Not the one I'm thinking of?
"Mrs Merwe?" this needs me standing no? Not like it has a wrong ring to it but, my excitement can't be thoroughly expressed when I'm lying down.
"Mrs Infinity Merwe to be exact. I told you, you're mine."
Infinity Merwe? The guy they said got released from prison?
Breathe in. Breathe out. It's not helping. But why doesn't he look like a person who just got out of prison! Deep breath...deep breath. Aiya, Trent; your love for good looks is going to be the end of you!
His deep laughter snaps me out of my daze...damn, everything about him is so handsome!
"What, Are you regretting now?" Hmm, I'm not? My personality is flawed and his face is the devil itself, how can I regret? The man is too good looking for common sense.
"It doesn't matter Mrs Merwe, divorce isn't permitted in my family."
"Who's divorcing you! I'm not your wife..."
"Mrs Merwe, you can't disown your husband like this. What will people say?"
Honestly. I can never win with him, why do I even try?
The discharge process is handled by his assistant - Mason, the guy who delivered the painting. We're traveling alone, what a view - I'm easy to appease or I'm good at pushing aside till they've mounted big enough to propel me to deal with them. Not healthy but it works, along with acting like nothing's happened.
I'm wondering, what would have happened if Fin hadn't saved me - from my father's side of things? I'm upsetting myself for nothing, I already know the answer.
"You're not going to ask?" Fin takes my hand into his. I never realised how small I am until him...
"Ask what?"
"Who Infinity Merwe is. I'm sure you've heard the rumours."
I have, everyone from the upper class has - especially when the incident had just happened; Infinity Merwe who wiped out a whole family and I don't mean four or five people. I'm talking uncles, grandparents, cousin and their pets. Now the word wipe in that context means kill, I hadn't been curious that time - it happened far away in Country C.
"I trust you." I do. It's an innate feeling from the depths of my soul, I can't explain it so I just let it be. I trust Infinity Merwe.
He brings our clasped hands to his lips. Hmm, if he wasn't driving...
"Let's get married after we get back." Huh?
"I don't want what happened to happen again and...Mrs Merwe has the habit of disowning me, I'll feel secure when I have more than her promise." Ha. Why do I sound like a hooligan in his mouth?
"Okay."
I found myself a big shot, right? The Merwe family is the supreme amongst the supreme and not to mention him...even when he was in prison, there'd be rumours about him now and then, now...having gotten hold of such solid ground, why would I let go?
My father's going to have a fit though.
"Your family is in Country C though, won't they be angry?" These big families and their family ties...isn't that the reason why my mother and father turned out the way they did? Big family versus new established one and conflict...
"I'm a big boy." Is he? I don't know, I can't testify to it. Who knows? - not me! ┐(´ー｀)┌
"Wanna find out?" Damn my face, it can't hide such private thoughts! Betrayed by my pale skin...how sad.
To steer this conversation back to safe grounds;
"Did my father come?"
"No."
"Do you think he would've come?"
"No."
Right, I already knew but I can't help feel disappointed all the same. He's my father, the man responsible for half of my DNA.
I look outside the car window, the direction we're taking is wrong. Oh?
"Where are we going?"
"We're going back to Bronze. You're done with why you were here and I follow you around." Ha.
SOS - Mr bigshot is taking control of my life using unimaginable reasons and I can't get bad at him. What can I do?
Back to Bronze, the safety of my comfort. He's right though, what brought me here isn't even what kept me here. It hasn't been about hiding away from my parents as soon as I landed. A stupid decision led to a chain of stupid events.
There's a car waiting when we get to the airport. The man walk to us as we get of the car - another dose of handsomeness.
"Merwe." Oh?
"Thompson." Ah? That Thompson? There's actually a premium existence in the Thompson family? Could've fooled me.
"You come to York, don't pay me a visit and do with my people whatever you see fit. I thought you and I had a good relationship..." Treat me like I don't exist, why don't you? I knew there isn't one good seedling in the Thompsons, it's impossible.
"I came to York to accompany my wife, and your people dared to put my wife on their sight."
He says it like it's the most natural thing to say, like he and I have really gotten married. With how he says it, even I believe I'm his wife, let alone this Thompson who looks as though he's been told the world is coming to an end. Honestly...
"Wife? You haven't been out for more than two months, how did you get married so quickly?"
"What do you want Thompson? You didn't wait for me here for an update on my life..."
"You have my brother and my nephew, I want them back." Nephew, that old Mark is his nephew? Then, he's the same age or younger than his nephew?
Oh, It's good to know my father isn't the only one who believes in fatherhood in his old age. So good to know... I didn't think Mr Prosecutor and I had something in common, I hate it but I can relate, no wonder he's gone mad. This kind of burden...
But he has it harder than me, he should be thirty or more so older than this Thompson... Damn.
"I don't have them, they're at the bottom of the sea."
"Your joke isn't funny."
"Yeah? I didn't think it was funny when I found my wife bound and beaten. If you want them back, get divers...they might still be alive."
Wow... I got myself in a bad romance novel, huh? For my man? Whatever he does is right and has my full support? Lawless?
It bothers me how this doesn't bother me. Is my sense of justice corrupt? No, no. My sense of anything is Infinity Merwe, I guess it doesn't matter what he does or say, as long as it's what he wants, he has my support.
I'm... I'm falling to deeper ends, what to do?