Hope and revenge episode 26

HOPES AND REVENGE
EPISODE 26
***** WILLIAM’S POV

I run my f!ngers through my hair in frustration, pacing the length of the room.
Mr Dante’s expression isn’t any less.
It mirrors mine.
Alexa’s been missing for three hours now and she’s nowhere to be found.
She run out of the house after she saw the pictures on the Facebook page.
I run after her but I lost the sight of her.
It’s five pm alre-ady and I still can’t find her any where.
We both are not used to this environment and I wonder where she could possibly be.
Is she okay? Is she hurt? Let her be okay plea-se.
“Excuse me”
I turn at the voice.
It was a policeman Mr Dante had arrived with after I told him about what happened.
He had brou-ght the police officer to take Lydia into custody and not grant her bail for the time being.
“Do you have her?”
Mr Dante asks and he nods.
“Good. plea-se do not allow her any visitors
. From the text messages on her phone,It’s obvious she’s working with someone and until we make her tell us everything, we can’t let her go”
I explain.
“Sure. I’ll be taking her away now”
the officer replies and walks out.
Soon, we hear the police van drive away and I sigh as I coll@pse into the couch.
“Where could she have gone?”
The lawyer asks me.
“I don’t know
. I just don’t know. I wish I had a clue. Just a tiny one!”
I grip my hair again.
I can’t even describe how I’m feeling right now.
Anxious, frustrated, restless, scared.
Damn it! So many emotions at once.
I can’t even pinpoint.
But there’s one thing I’m sure of and it’s the fact that I just want to see Alexa appear before me unscathed.
“Have you checked everywhere?”
Mr Dante’s question snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Yes. Everywhere. Her room,all the other rooms, kitchen, storeroom, the outhouse, the pool side, even the beach and….”
I pause, springing up from the seat as realisation dawns on me.
“I haven’t checked one place.”
“Where?”
“The gym”
I answer and before the lawyer could ask me more questions, I dash out of the house throu-gh the backdoor onto the backyard where the gym was.
Lo and behold, I caught sight of Alexa on a treadmill
Her legs were moving on the tre-admill at an abnormal speed. Her clothes were soa-ked in sweat and her face was staring out the window.
Like she was thinking.
For how long had she been working out in the gym? Mr Dante steps forward to speak to her but I gr-ab his arm, shaking my head in disapproval.
“I’ll take care of her”
I whisper.
He stares at me for a while and then nods.
“Fine. I’ll be in the living room. Call me if you need anything”he says.
I nod and watch him exit the gym, shutting the door behind him before I turn my attention back to Alexa… She still hadn’t noticed my pres£nce.
I step closer to the tre-admill and t©uçh her hands that was rested on the board.
She flin-ches at my t©uçh but says nothing.
“Hey”
I say softly.
She still doesn’t acknowledge my pres£nce
Alexa?”
I try again.
Still no reaction.
I sigh.
This is gonna be more difficult than I imagined.
“Alexa listen…”
“Go away”
she cuts me off without sparing me a glance.
Her voice was unusually low and hoarse.
It’s like she had been crying for hours on end.
“Alexa plea-se at least let me..”
“I don’t want you here. Go away. Leave!”
She cuts me yet again.
I shake my head
I’m not going to leave just because she asked me to.
I’m staying right here.
“No.”
I say and that’s when she turns to stare at me, a dead look in her eyes.
“What?”
She asks, as if daring me to repeat my answer.
“I said no. I’m not going anywhere”
I repeat and she reaches out to press the st©p bu-tton.
The tre-admill st©ps moving and she gets down, moving dangerously slow towards me. When she gets near me, she st©ps directly in front of me and then pushes me back harshly.
Her action was so unexpected that I stumbled backwards.
Before I could regain my composure,she pushes me yet again and I stumble.
“Why? Why won’t you leave me alone huh?!!”
She screams in my face.
“Because I care”
I reply.

She stares at me for a while and then bur-st out laughing.. I’ve always loved the sounds of her laughter but this in p@rticular was a mocking one.
She was mocking my answer.
“You? You care?”
She asks like it’s the news of the century.. She laughs mockingly again and I begin to feel hurt.
A lone tear escapes her eye and she wipes it away furiously. You William Wilson? Care? About me? News of the century. You care? The one who almost r*ped me? The one who treats me like garbage when he wishes? The one who disguised himself and changed his identity just to take revenge on me? You call that care huh?!”
She screams in my face.
Guilt floods my system as her words hit me like a moving train.
“Alexa”
“Shut up!”
Wham! A thun-derous sl@p lands on my cheeks and I stare at her in shock.
Before I had time to recover, she sl@ps me again.
Again and again.
I don’t bother to fight her neither do I bother to st©p her.
I know she doesn’t mean it.
This is her way of unleashing her pent up anger and pain.. If resorting to violence is her only way then I’ll accept all her sl@ps gladly.
She continues to sl@p and hit me until her sl@ps become less painful.
She grips my shi-t and looks at me.
“I hate you.. I hate you.. I hate myself”
she rambles in a tired voice.
My heart breaks.
I pu-ll Alexa close and hvg her.
She struggles out of my hold but I’m not gonna let her go.
Not when she’s so broken.
So fragile.

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“Let me go! Let me go! I hate you! Let me go!”
She screams hitting my che-st continuously.
“No! I won’t let you go! Not ever”
I pu-ll her ti-ghter.
She struggles until she gives up wra-pping her arms around me as she finally breaks down crying, clutching her che-st h@rd like she’s been sh0t.
I blink.
A tear falls and that’s when I realise I’m crying too.
fv¢k! I can’t remember the last time a tear escaped my eye but today?.
Damn it!.
“Alexa,I’ll find out who did this to you. I swear.”
She begins to pu-ll away and I let her go as she begins to speak in a trembling voice.

“I hate myself Williams Look”
she pauses and then gr-abs the hem of her shirt and pu-lls it off revealing her br@.. Seeing those scars on Facebook was bad but seeing it in reality on her b©dy was worse..
“Look at all these scars Will. My entire belly and thighs were bandaged when I woke up after the night of the accident. I don’t know how I got these scars Will. The doctor told me the scars were created intentionally by a pocket knife. Someone did this to me Will. And it’s one of the reasons I have panic attacks. Just look at me William. I’m so fat with a b©dy full of scars. Scarface,that’s what they call me. I’ve been trying so h@rd. I’ve tried so h@rd. I reduced my eating habit. I’ve tried but nothing seems to be working. Just look at my face too. It’s totally disfigured to the point I can’t go out without covering my face and the day I forget, people either stare at me with pity or disgust. I have to go out wearing long clothes to cover my b©dy. My mother left me. Even my father left me without warning and I Later find out he has children who are only two years younger than me. And the kids I thought were my stepbrothers were in fact my blood brothers and they’re fighting me over inheritance. How much do I have to endure. how?!”
She screams frantically,herl-ips trembling as fat tears roll down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She looks so broken.
Like she’s been hiding her pain far too long.

I blink again.

Another tear escapes me.

I’m crying. For a woman.

Her pain is tearing me ap@rt.

Alexa speaks up again before I can reply

“I’ll…I’ll be back. I can do it. You’ll see”

she moves back to the tre-admill, puts it on start, increases the speed and then begins to workout… What is she doing?.

She’s obsessed with attaining perfection.. Someone has to explain to her.

“Alexa st©p. Get off that machine. How many hours do you want to workout? You won’t lose weight in just a day. Let’s talk about it plea-se! Alexa!”

I scream.

She ignores me yet again.

“Alexa st©p it!”

Okay, that’s it.

Walking towards her, I drag her off the tre-admill.

“What’s wrong with you Alexa? You wanna die?!!”

I scream in rage and she backs away, whimpering.

I cuss realising what I just did was wrong.

Taking in de-ep breaths, I cup her face with both hands and f0rç£ her to look at me

“Fine. You want to lose weight? That’s okay. You want to feel better about yourself, that’s OK. Henceforth, I’ll go jogging with you every morning. I’ll prepare you green smoothies or lemon water everyday. But plea-se, just do this one thing for me,don’t starve yourself to death. Will you do this much for me? For me Alexa?”

I ask pleadingly and another tear falls.

I wipe it with my thumb.

“Do not cry Alexa plea-se. It breaks my heart. I’ll help you. You don’t have to go throu-gh this all alone. I’ll find the one who posted that picture and rip them to pieces. I’ll help you but I won’t sit back and watch you develop ulcer. I’ll help you but I want you to un-derstand one thing. What you crave so badly for,the perfection you want so bad is unattainable. Perfection can’t be achieved. Because we all have flaws. You claim you’re not beautiful but do you know what true beauty is? True beauty is what you make it to be. True beauty is when you know your flaws yet you flaunt them with confidence.

. All those pretty girls you see out there, it’s the confidence that gets them going. Do you know how many girls out there like you are constantly searching for stretchmark creams and buying w@!st trainers or whatever it’s called just to look slim? So many girls out there go In for surgeries to enhance their brea-sts or bu-tts. So many go throu-ghl-iposuction, just for the doctors to re-move excess fat from their b©dy with machines just to look perfect but you Alexa, are pure, kind, sweet and beautiful inside and out. These scars do not define who you are. You determine who you want to be. You rule your life Alexa so fv¢k society! Do not let what society says about you get into your head. You’re you. Perfectly imperfect. You’re beautiful Alexa. So hear me when I say, you define your own beauty and you Alexandra Wallace, are my perfect kind of imperfect and I wouldn’t trade you for anything in this world.”

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(This episode is centered on depression as you must have guessed from the hints I’ve been dropping regarding Alexa’s abnormal eating habit.
So You who is re-ading this, just believe in yourself.
Do not let society define you because they’ll always talk no matter what.
Negative comments go a long way to mess with your br@in so anyone talk bad about you, give them the middle f!nger and be yourself.
Because only you have the power to define your own beauty Depression su-cks, and it kills fas-ter than HIV/AIDS.
So I’d say, believe in yourself because you’re worth more than you’d ever imagine)

Well, with that being said, what are your thoughts on this chapter?

TBC