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Kamille’s POV
The day felt like an eternity. Amanda and Belle had arrived and stayed close by, their concern etched on their faces. I appreciated their presence, but the constant, gnawing anxiety about my missing children was suffocating and now Zeke had embarked on a journey to rescue them.
“Kamille, you need to calm down,” Amanda said softly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you try to rest for a bit?”
I shook my head, pacing the living room. “I can’t rest. How can I rest when my babies are out there, who knows where?”
And Zeke might be in danger.
Belle glanced at Amanda and there was a silent exchange passing between them. “Maybe we should turn on the TV,” Belle suggested tentatively. “Just to see if there’s any news.”
“No!” Amanda countered quickly. “That’ll only make things worse. She needs to focus on staying calm.”
“I need to know what’s happening,” I insisted. “Please, just turn on the TV.”
They hesitated, but I could see the worry in their eyes. “Kamille, maybe you should take a break in Tyris’s room,” Belle suggested gently. “It’s quieter there. You might feel better.”
I sighed, realizing they wouldn’t budge. “Fine. I’ll go to Tyris’s room. But if there’s any news, I want to know immediately.”
“We promise,” Amanda said, her voice soothing. “Just try to relax, even if it’s just for a little while.”
I nodded and headed upstairs to Tyris’s room. The moment I stepped inside, I felt a pang of sadness.
The room was filled with his things, reminders of happier times when my children were safe and sound. I sank onto the bed, clutching one of Tyris’s stuffed animals to my chest.
Unable to find peace, I reached for my phone and opened my social media. As I scrolled through the comments, my heart sank. The messages were filled with vitriol and hatred.
“Go back to the grave where you belong, Kamille,” one comment read.
“Your family deserves everything they’re going through,” another sneered.
Tears welled up in my eyes. Why did people have to be so cruel? I knew my family had made mistakes, but I didn’t deserve this. My children didn’t deserve this.
I wondered where Zeke was. He had promised to return safely with our children, but he hadn’t returned yet. The silence was maddening. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
I decided to check the news that earned me the insults from netizens. My heart pounded as I searched for what trended and that’s when I saw it, a press release from Ellen.
A live recording of the bitch shedding fake tears to get public sympathy and heaping lies on my head.
“Ellen is pregnant for Zeke?” I asked myself in unbelief.
I felt a surge of anger and betrayal. How could Zeke keep this from me? How could he let things get this bad without telling me?
I threw my phone down in frustration. This was all too much. The fear, the uncertainty, the betrayal, it was all consuming me. I couldn’t handle it anymore.
Amanda and Belle came into the room, concern etched on their faces. “Kamille, are you okay?” Amanda asked softly.
“No, I’m not okay,” I snapped. “Did you know about the pregnancy? Was this why you did not want me to see the TV?” I asked, motioning my phone towards her face.
“Fuck it,” I heard Amanda mutter as she exchanged a worried glance with Belle. “We found out just now,” Belle admitted. “We were trying to keep it from you until we had more information.”
“Why?” I demanded, my voice rising. “I deserve to know what’s happening! My children are missing, and now this? How much more am I supposed to take?”
“Kamille, please, calm down,” Amanda said, reaching out to touch my arm. “We’re all doing our best to find your children. Zeke is doing everything he can.”
“Then why isn’t he here?” I cried, my voice breaking. “Why hasn’t he come back yet?”
What if he was already wounded, hurt or worse? The thoughts were sickening.
“He’s probably following a lead,” Belle said gently. “He’ll be back soon, I’m sure of it.”
I shook my head, feeling the weight of despair crushing me. “I just want my babies back,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I want my family back.”
Except for Zeke who has deceived me countless times.
“We know,” Amanda said softly, pulling me into a comforting embrace. “We’re here for you, Kamille. We won’t let you go through this alone.”
I clung to her, my heart aching with a pain that felt endless. The uncertainty was tearing me apart, and the fear of losing my children was unbearable.
The sky was fast darkening and there was still no sign of Zeke. Not even Zane or Fletcher was around with us. We were guarded by a dozen security personnels stationed outside of my small home.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a notification. I pulled away from Amanda, wiping my tears as I reached for the phone. It was a text message from an unknown number.
I looked over at the sleeping faces of Amanda and Belle, before opening the message. Messages like this one made me edgy as it felt like it would lead to a conversation about my kids.
I opened the message.
You have delayed for far too long,
As punishment, you will add in a little fine.
If you want to see your children alive, bring the sum of one million dollars, only then can you see your kids.
Come alone!
X.
My heart stopped. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for, and yet, it filled me with dread. What if it was a trap? What if I lost my children for good?
I stood up, my legs trembling. Amanda and Belle were still sleeping. I tiptoed out the room.
But immediately as I was about to step out of the room, Amanda’s voice stopped me right in my tracks, “What is it, Kamille?” Amanda asked.
I shook my head in denial. “Nothing, I just want to use the restroom,” I replied, trying to keep out the fear in my tone.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
“Why don’t you use the one in here?” Amanda asked groggily.
“I prefer mine and I would like to get a change of clothes too,” I lied.
“Okay, don’t stay too long,” She added.
I nodded and walked out of Tyris’s room. I went back to my room, entered the bathroom and ran a bath.
I sat in the cold water tub and let my mind wander over what have just been revealed to me. Was Zeke truly playing with me? How did I get here again?
I sobbed in the bathtub for a while, before finally reaching a decision. Walking out of the bathtub, I changed into a more comfortable outfit and sneaked out of the house.
Once I was far away from the house, I took my phone out and dialed the number that sent me a message.
Zeke had Ellen’s baby to fall back to, but I had only my kids. There was no way in hell I was going to let them gamble with my children’s lives.