Sued

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Katherine ran speedily inside the hotel with her fist clenched. "Room 313," she mumbled to herself and sped quickly towards the room, she pushed the door open at once but she was welcomed with the thick darkness that covered the room. She felt a big palm cover her lips and she was tossed to the bed at once.

Before she could realize what was going on, a big masculine body towered over her and kissed her passionately, the taste of his lips was like that of cherry. She wanted to push the man away but the man was stronger. His seductive masculinity turned her on and left her helpless, in a jiffy, the man was groaning as he went in and out of her.

Once he was done, he dissapeared from the room, leaving Katherine helpless and weak.

Ten minutes ago, she had received a call from her bestfriend, Donna that someone was trying to hurt her in room 313 at T Hotel. Katherine was fortunately not so far from the hotel at that moment so she left what she was doing at once and ran inside the hotel speedily to save her friend. But she ended up having a night stand with a stranger. How shameful of her... She was a married woman!

She managed to get up from the bed, feeling guilty and shameful, she dressed up properly and quickly walked out of the dark room. She was however welcomed with flashes of cameras.

She blinked and was stunned to see her mother in law, Sharon taking pictures of her with her phones.

"What's going on?" She asked," why are you taking my pictures?"

"To show my son that you are just a slut. You don't deserve my son," Sharon said, looking at her disgustingly, right there, she forwarded the pictures to Richard and then walked away from her.

Katherine walked quickly after her mother in law, "I didn't come here on purpose, mother. Donna told me she's in danger that was why I rushed over here." However, Sharon turned deaf ears to her and soon got inside her car and drove off.

Katherine felt a sour pain in her heart. Why was her mother in law here? How did she know that she had come to the hotel? She picked up her phone and called Donna repeatedly but she didn't answer the call.

A couple of minutes later, she arrived at the Caldwell's villa. That was where she lives with her husband, Richard. Once she walked inside the house, she was stunned to see that her luggage had been gathered together at the living room.

What was her luggage doing here? Before she could make a meaning of what was going on, Sharon and Richard appeared. Richard had a very deep and sour look on his face.

Has her mother in law told Richard she saw her at the hotel? Was that why Richard threw her luggage here? He couldn't even wait to hear from her?

"Richard..."

"Hold it. I have been told severally that you have been secretly sleeping with men but I didn't believe until today when I was provided with evidence," Richard said, leaving Katherine shocked to the gut. Who are the people telling her husband such lies?

"I have beared with you over the years for being barren. For good six years in this marriage, you couldn't even conceive talkless of giving birth to a baby. So not only are you a useless barren chick, you are also a slut... How disgusting!" Richard said.

Richard's words were like sharp swords twisting Katherine's heart mercilessly. Her heart clenched in pain and her bones and marrows felt the excruciating pain of his words. How could the man she had loved for more than ten years say such cruel words to her? He believed what his mother said without listening to her own side of the story.

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