The Sudden Stroke of Love

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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CHAPTER 1: KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR.

The night was bustling as always in the city that never sleeps, New York, even though it wasn't a weekend yet. Most folks waited for the weekend to arrive before they sought to have a good time, but not Trevor Munroe.

The billionaire playboy was out with his buddies at an exclusive club which they had a membership, as it only catered to the elites who were after the best of the best. Sure enough, Trevor and his buddies had had a great time at the club.

"Hey uh, I'd better call it a night." Trevor declared, after he took a look at his Jacob & Co. Bugatti Chiron watch, which matched his Bugatti Chiron parked outside the club.

"Come on man. We're only getting started," Lincoln, one of his two friends with him at the club said, making a sad face.

"Yeah right!" Trevor snorted. "Unlike you, some of us have responsibilities, and I need to be up early." Trevor gulped down his bourbon as he stood up.

"Mmm. Good for you Trevor. I don't think am cut out for such responsibilities. That's why my dad worked his ass off, so that I don't have to move a muscle, but get to live the good life."

Trevor scoffed shaking his head in amazement at how immature his friend, Scott, sounded. "Whatever dude. Break no laws tonight," Trevor said as he walked out of the club, leaving his friends in the company of five girls, in their usual exclusive lounge at the club.

Outside the club, Trevor was handed the keys to Bugatti by the valet attendant. "Thanks Bobby." Trevor appreciated the valet attendant, also giving him a hundred dollar tip, like he always did.

"This is much appreciated sir. Thank you," Bobby said, expressing his gratitude, which was accompanied with a generous smile.

Trevor remotely opened his car and was about to go in, when someone bumped into him carelessly.

"What the hell! Watch where you're going," Trevor said a bit furious as he adjusted himself.

The impact was unexpected, so he staggered a bit but gained balance since he was fit. Taking a look at who it was, he saw that it was a lady, a blonde lady.

"I- I'm so sorry," The lady stuttered. Trevor noticed how jittery and hysterical she seemed. She turned around as though looking for someone.

"Please, you have to help me. Some men are chasing me. My life is in danger. Please, help me!" The strange lady grabbed a hold of Trevor's black leather jacket, pleading.

"If your life is in danger, then call the cops," Trevor said and he yanked off her hands from his jacket, irked that she may have stained his jacket with whatever filth she carried.

"Please, help me. They'll kill me!" The lady pleaded somewhat tearfully.

"Look lady, call the cops. I don't have time for whatever bull shit you're trying to reel me into." Trevor pushed her away as he got into his car, shutting the door at her.

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