Chapter 1
“Aaaaaaahhhhh! Noooo! Please Don’t! No! Aaaaaahhhhhh!”
In the midst of a quiet and solemn night in XXX convent, the nuns were awakened by a loud scream. Everyone woke up and wondered where the scream came from. The mother superior got up to investigate the event. As she towards the source of this commotion she followed the sound of a girl crying; it led her to the room where Aria resides. She went in and witnessed the poor girl in one corner of the room near her bed crying out loud. She was bathed with cold sweat. She must have had a bad dream again. What a poor girl, she thought. She approached her and hugged her. “Hush, don’t cry any longer. No one will harm you, you’re safe here. Shhh….”
Aria is humming a melody. This song, she hums this every time she’s scared to calm herself. While humming she starts to relax. The nun inquired, “Did you have had a bad dream again?”
“Sister I’m scared. What if…what if they find me here? Sister… Sister… I… I’m scared…really scared!” She started crying again.
“Hush, don’t be scared. You’re safe here. They won’t find you here. So go back to sleep. I’ll be here until you fall asleep.” She nodded once and lay down. “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and fall asleep after a couple of minutes. “She must have been tired with all the crying. What a poor angel.” She sighed. Yes, Aria has an angelic face. When she’s asleep she so peaceful but no one knows that she is suffering a trauma.
As she gazed outside, the rain started to pour. The sky must have pitied this poor little girl. It cried in her stead. It’s raining so hard just like the night she arrived here. She could still remember when a knocked in the convent’s door caught their attention. When she opened it she saw a girl with the face of an angel with long black straight-haired girl in her teenage year drenched wet in rain and asked, “Are you willing to accept me and let me take refuge?” But there is something in her eyes. She doesn’t know what it is. It is fear, pain, loneliness or anger she saw. She couldn’t quite figure it out. “Of course, please come in. You can stay here as long as you want.” The nun let her in. “Thank you.”
She wondered how come a girl of her age in the middle of the night would come knocking at our door but I asked no further. I could feel that there is a reason as to why she came here. None from the convent had an idea that something terrible happened to her. At first glance, there was no sign that she is deeply hurt or trauma; that she is suffering so much inside. You can’t see the pain even in her eyes. If she’s an actress then she’s a pro. It must have taken a lot of courage to put a strong front. However every night everyone will be awakened with screams of fear. It was a bit later we found out that she was raped by three men and luckily escaped from their hands. If not she’d be dead now.
According to her, the three rapists were still out looking for her to silence her. She got scared that she ran away without her family’s knowledge. She has no idea where to go and her feet took her to convent XXX. She doesn’t understand herself as to why but she felt safe when she set her foot here she said.
It has been a year since she came here. In her first month of stay, she was quiet and keeps her distance to everyone but eventually she started to open up to others but not with males. Because of the event she eventually developed fear of men. She will shiver in fear and a cold sweat will bathed her. However, it could be seen that she is a bright girl and has a gift in music. She has a beautiful voice and writes songs. She is a gift sent from heaven. It is such a waste that some men has tainted this girls beautiful melody. They covered her colorful and bright world with dark clouds. How I wished that she’ll be able to move on her life.
On the other side of the world…
The sound of music is so loud that matches the beat of my heart. It’s pounding crazily. It must be the result of too much consumption of alcohol. Or it might be because of the girl I’m frolicking. She’s so beautiful. What do you expect from an international model? Hmmmnnnn. I want to eat her alive, right here and right now. However, there are too many people here. It might create a scandal and surely my father will kill me. I took her to my condo unit to satisfy my desire.
“’Babe, you’re so beautiful. You’re driving me crazy.” She smiled before she kissed me again. I started to kiss her neck. “Babe, I have something to tell you.” I acted as if heard nothing and continue kissing her.
“Babe, wait!” “Later.” I hungrily kissed her. I don’t care what she wants to tell me. I don’t want to hear it right now. I just want to have fun.
“Babe wait…I said stop!” She’s shouting now. I stopped kissing.
“Damn! What? Can’t we talk about it later?” I asked.
“We have to talk, now. It’s important.” I sighed then asked, “About what?”
“I’m leaving soon for work.”
“When and where?”
“Two days from now and U.S.”
“How long?”
“Five…”
“Five months? It’s not that long. It’s fine.” I started kissing her but she jerked away. “No.”
“Now what?!” I’m getting annoyed now.
“It’s not five months but five years.”
“Don’t worry babe I’ll wait for you here.” I look at her and saw her face brightens. I know that is what she wanted to hear from me. I then added, laughing, “Are you crazy? You think I’m going to say that? Waiting for you that long? That’s completely insane! I’m going to find other woman prettier and better than you in bed. I’m not the faithful type Abigail and you know that.” Her face turned red and slapped me. “Oww, Bitch!”
She took a deep breath and said, “You’re such a jerk. One day you’ll find your match. Someone who’ll make your knees weak and will make you look like a speechless idiot. I just can’t wait for that day and when that day comes I will laugh at you!”
I sarcastically smiled and shrugged. “If that day will come.” She pushed me away and I watched her go. I said to myself, “A match huh? I wonder if that person exists. Woohh!” I laughed out loud as if I’m being tickled. Cupid, Cupid you’re such a lousy archer. I can easily dodge your arrows.” Then my phone rang.
To be continued....
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