Who Are We?

Night fell quickly and she wasn’t back yet, he was extremely worried about her at that moment until he saw a lady stagger her way in. She collapsed on the floor, looking like an utter mess, he rushed over to pick her up and noticed she was his one true love, and she was drunk.

“Diana, what happened to you?!” he pulled her to sit up, she reeked of alcohol, a very strong one, “tell, why are you drunk?” he shook her head rather violently to get her to her right mind.

“cause I drank.” she laughed in a goofy drunk manner, “do you want to have a drink? It was really good, trust me, you’ll love it!” she gave him a goofy thumbs up. He shook his head, how could she have done this to herself?

“Rob,” she began, cupping his cheek with her right hand, “promise me something?” he placed his hand on hers,

“What is that?” he looked at her. she leaned closer to him,

“you have to marry Eleanor, I love you too much” she staggered herself up, she almost fell but he supported her with his body, “I love you Rob.” she embraced him, tighter than usual. Like she didn’t want to let him go as she needed him.

He closed his eyes and embraced her back, he then swept her off her feet and carried her to her room, she would wake up in the morning feeling sick, probably hoping he would be there if not too busy planning his own engagement with Eleanor.

He kicked the door open and dropped her body on the bed, she had already passed out from the drinks. He pulled the blankets over her and kissed her forehead,

“I love you too Arianna ” he left the room with the door slightly ajar, he would do it but he will never be able to stop thinking about her. Never.

He walked almost lifelessly to his room, like all the reason to live had left his body and he was soulless. Love is painful, yet it is also sweet, but right now it was killing him.

Her words and her state cut him so deep in the heart it was almost impossible for him to heal, probably forever.

He opened the door and took a good look around, it was just as empty as he was. The lights were off and the moon shone its glorious light into his room, giving it a peaceful, beautiful look.

He closed the door and fell to his bed, he grabbed a pillow and pulled to his heart, like he was hugging it,

“mom, dad, what do I do now? Lord what do I do now?” he put the pillow on his head and exhaled. She said she loved him, then what was all that she asked him to do?

He didn’t have any other thing in mind but just her, probably because she was drunk. But drunk people always speak the truth, so was that a lie?

He removed the pillow and looked at the dazzling moonlight, wishing things were more clear to him. He had no other choice than to marry her. To marry Eleanor.

She looked around to see the palace fully decorated, her whole world came crashing down. Arianna walked to the throne room which was most beautifully decorated, she bit her lips to hold the tears back.

She wore the dress that he made for her, and she got herself all dolled up for her enemy’s engagement. She huffed out as she sited her, and when their eyes met, she came rushing over like she had good news,

“I must thank you Arianna for making this day happen, so thoughtful of you to let me marry Rob. Well, not like you’re doing it willingly.”

“Eleanor please don’t rub salt into my wounds, I’ve had enough,” she begged, her hopes already broken,

“Okay, I’ll spare you the insults. But just know that soon, we’ll be engaged, and then married, and I’ll be giving him all the love that you never could even imagine giving him." she laughed at her.

Arianna just walked away, her heart already torn apart, she couldn’t bear the insults.

Soon the engagement started, and as she watched him get on his knee and propose to her, the tears fell. She stared at his soul as he slid the ring on her finger, then his eyes met her tears and he was trapped there.

She looked away and pushed herself through the crowd, she didn’t want him to see her cry. She ran to the top of the palace and the memories flooded in when she stopped the man from killing him. She shed her blood for him and now she told him to marry another woman.

She sank to the floor in tears, even her tears were sweeter than seeing him getting married to another woman. She buried her head in her palms, making them wet with her precious tears. It was all she could give him as his engagement gift, the feeling that someone was there thinking about his well-being.

But couldn’t be with him.

…..

She’d been trapped here for days, barely food or water, but why did they take her? She had nothing with her, or on her, so then why?

Her eyes scanned everywhere for a way of escape, although they were filled with sleep, fearing that something might happen if she closed her eyes for a moment. Her eyelids began closing, she was so weak from everything that happened, and it happened like a flash.

She was just outside enjoying the beautiful scenery the stars presented in the dark sky for her, just a little way of remembering her husband, and how much he loved things like this, and then out of the blue, she heard a noise from inside.

When she stood up to open the door as her back was turned, a man grabbed her from behind and placed his hand over her mouth. She struggled, then stepped on his foot, he yelped and let her go then she gave him a sweet kick to the gut. She rushed into the house and saw more of what she didn’t expect.

They all looked at her like she committed a crime, she took her battle stance as they rushed to her. Her first opponent received a quick jab to his face which stunned him and a nice kicked to his chest.

Her next one almost landed a punch on her face but she caught his hand, and flipped him over and just as she was about to stump him, another came from behind her and gripped her body fiercely. She grabbed his head and flipped him onto his comrade.

On and on it went until she had defeated the goons,

“Who are they?” she asked herself as she regained composure, as she looked at one of the goons a napkin covered both her nose and her mouth.

But as she tried to remove the hand that did such, she slowly started losing her strength and she fell unconscious and to the floor.

And as she woke up, she found herself here. All tied up in a mysterious hideout, and as she tried to escape, they forced her to inhale that substance over and over again.

Barely food and water, she’d been here for days now and the men always taunted her, they never told her why she was here or what was her offense, all they said was that someone had involved her in this dirty game.

And that’s all that has happened since then, her eyes finally closed to deep slumber, they were so heavy and weak her body finally gave in to sleep. And as she slept her heart prayed for a miracle, a miracle to happen.

She was awakened by a little ray of sunlight, she hadn’t even noticed when she fell asleep. A yawn escaped her lips, she couldn’t even rub her eyes so she blinked repeatedly to get them going. Now that she had a little bit of strength going on in her, she tugged at the ropes.

She used most of her energy to get at the ropes until a man came in and she had to stop. He had a bowl in his hands, probably it was food. He squatted over,

“now be a good girl and eat this quietly.” he held the spoonful of porridge near her mouth,

“Why have you brought me here?” she looked at him straight in the eye, and he shoved the porridge into her mouth. She chewed unhappily but it tasted good. Really good.

“because we wanted to bring you here,” he replied calmly and scooped another spoonful of porridge. She opened her mouth and he put it in her mouth, he watched her as she swallowed, somewhat expecting another question,

“and why?” he expected that,

“that’s a question I can’t answer princess, you have to ask the boss for that ” he had another spoonful and just as she opened her mouth he put it in his mouth. She queried his actions by frowning her lips, he smirked, “sorry that one was for me. A chef must taste his work.” he chuckled a little and licked his lips,

“I’ll admit, you can cook.” she looked away, hiding her blush,

“thank you princess, so nice of you to say that.” he thanked her for the compliment paid. He gently turned, somewhat lovingly her head to meet his gaze, “you are very beautiful princess, what’s your name?”

She stared lost in his jaded eyes, “Sandra.” her name subconsciously escaped her mouth, her lips still apart. He had somewhat managed to charm her.