The Train Of Despair

Lynn got drunk and started acting out. No one could stop her.

William could not stand the sight and carried her up the stairs.

My father sighed in disapproval, but my mother held him back while mumbling something to him.

They had waited for Lynn’s return for too long.

When William wanted to take his leave, my mother told him to stay because it was too dangerous to drive at night.

“Just stay in the guestroom tonight. After all, you’re our future son-in-law.”

She then patted his hand.

William seemed to understand her meaning, and he gestured that he would come find me later.

Why would I let him do that? He had fooled me in my last life and sold me off to an old man for just two thousand dollars.

He had also kicked my abdomen despite hearing my pleas.

My heart tugged in pain when I recalled that.

I was going to give him and Lynn a big gift tonight. I turned around and switched off the main power plug.

The house that had never experienced a black-out was now in complete darkness.

I could hear the clock ticking.

My mother told us to head to bed since the electricity went out.

It sounded like she was smiling.

I went to the pool in our garden to fish and stared at the dimmed candlelight on the second floor.

William did not come out for a long time. He had placed Lynn in my bedroom.

My fiance and my younger sister were fooling around.

A voice interrupted my thoughts.

The person standing behind me sounded angrier than I was. “Harper, do you want me to take you to catch them in the act?”

I knew this voice.

After my long wait in the village, I was used to watching the sunrise and sunset.

I was not afraid of the blinding light.

If I actually became blind, I would not have to see what was happening to me.

However, before I went blind, someone saved me.

I was shocked and my fishing rod fell into the water.

I reached out to grab it but I only grabbed a handful of mud.

The person behind me quickly took out some tissues and wiped the mud off my fingers.

His attractive voice said, “I know you’re angry. Your nails are broken. How are you going to play the piano like that?”

He understood my emotions…

He was always like that, wiping my face with a handkerchief.

He looked regretful, and his eyes were filled with pain when he looked at me.

A single drop of tear fell onto his arm.

He froze and tossed the handkerchief aside.

He met my gaze. “Let me bring your parents to see what those adulterers are doing.”