Day 33

2020-11-14 06:57:05

The second day in this hell hole and still Ramon has not come to see me.

I am starting to get a little worried. This is so unlike him. I know wherever he is... He's not doing this intentionally... Or, is he?

Or is it because he fucked me? Is he tired of me already? Was sex all he wanted? Will he leave me?

"Someone's here!"

I'm tired of putting my hopes up that it's Ramon.

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60 Days Day 42

"Camilla! Up!" Ramon wakes me up. I've not left his side since he woke up yesterday. We've been talking, laughing, eating, dozing. And now I don't know why the hell he's waking me up past midnight. "What?" "Queen, we have to go!" "What!" He gets off the bed and winces, holding his stomach. He starts plucking out the tubes from his hands and gets off the bed. "We are going! I'm not spending another minute in here!" "But you've not recovered completely..." He shrugs. "It's just a minor wound. It will heal." He reaches for a suitcase under the bed. He seems to be in pain when he places the suitcase on the bed. Inside, he takes out a simple grey T-shirt and a pair of black pants. He takes off the hospital go

60 Days Day 41

I have been beside Ramon on the hospital bed. I've cried my eyes out the entire night, praying for him to just wake up... Wake up and talk to me and assure me that this is all just a bad bad nightmare and we should both wake up from it. The doctors said it's just a wound on his stomach and he'll recover from it for sure. But if he will, why hasn't he opened his eyes yet? Why is he sleeping so quietly on the bed like a corpse. I want him to fucking wake up! I am tired from weeping and watching him the entire night. I start to doze off when someone opens the door. I turn back to see two nurses walk inside the room. One of them is startled to see me here. "You're still here?" she asks in total surprise. "You didn't go back home last night?" I shake my head. "I couldn't."

60 Days Day 40

The sun is almost setting. Riana is plopped up on my bed, texting on her phone. That must be Warren she's texting. You can tell by the wide grin on her face. Ugh! I'm so jealous! "Riana!" I yell. She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. "What? Why are you yelling?" "I've called you a million times!" I grumble. "By a million, you mean once," she scoffs. "You're so good at math." "Yea. And I'm also good in English and that's called figure of speech." She puts away her phone and growls. "What do you want?" "How does this dress look on me?" I ask her, turning to the mirror. It's a white lacy dress with shrills at the bottom. "Nope!" she shakes her head. I growl. "Now what will I wear!"

60 Days Day 39

Beep! Beep! Beep! I groan as I stretch my hand to turn off the damn alarm. Time to go to work. I turn to the opposite side of the bed and it breaks my heart that it's the first night in tenths of nights not waking up to Ramon by my side since we entered a relationship. Well, except the two nights I spent in jail. If he was here, I would have woken up to scrumptious breakfast in bed or some sizzling morning glory. I had gotten used to this... To him... And now this is my punishment. I drag myself out of bed and shamble to the shower. And as the water streams down my skin, I reminisce on our steamy sex in the shower. His touch. His body. Ugh! I miss that jerk already.

60 Days Day 38

"Mrs. Clara Clarkson, I hereby find you guilty for the murder of Mr. Clarkson, Ms. Hannah and Mr. Jace and also for the attempted abduction of your daughter, Ms. Camilla Clarkson. You're hereby sentenced to a hundred and twenty years in prison!" My mom glares at Andrew who just testified against her. She has wounds and bruises all over her face and her shackled hands. Life has sure taken a toll on her since I found out she's dad's murderer. And I still kinda feel sympathy for her... Despite all this, she's still my mom, you know... But then I swiftly brush away that slight feeling of sympathy when I remember she tried to abduct me in my house during Ramon's birthday party. If it wasn't for Ramon and my uncle dragging me away from her, I would probably be dead by now. I knew mom was a money lover but I didn't know it was to this extend. She would even kill me? Her own d

60 Days Day 37

Ramon is not in bed when I wake up. He doesn't usually go without waking me up. Where the hell could he be? I quickly sit up ready to hop off the bed when he enters holding a tray of breakfast: toasted bread, boiled eggs, hot black coffee and a green apple. Breakfast in Bed! This man should stop spoiling me already. I'll start getting used to this. "Morning queen," he kisses my forehead. I sip my coffee and bite into the bread, he strips off his pajamas and slides into the shower. The minute he gets in the bathroom, his phone starts to ring on the side table. Marisa... I quickly pick up delightfully. "Bestie!" "Bestie!" she shrieks. "I miss youuuuuu!" "Miss you too love

60 Days Day 27

I'm driving from work. I had a long sad day at work today. The whole mom-saga is stuck on my mind like a pest. It's still unbelievably horrific that she is dad's killer. I just drove past a bar. For a moment

60 Days Day 26

Knock! Knock! Knock! I open the door angrily. It's Andrew. I cross my arms against my chest and stare at him blankly. "What?" Andr

60 Days Day 25

I just had lunch.I was in deep thought and anxious the whole time. A couple of minutes from now, I'll find out the truth. I'll know who killed my dad and send the motherfucker straight to jail. Or maybe I might kill him and get away with the murder. He deserves t

60 Days Day 24

My eyes flutter open. My eye sight is blur and I can't figure out where I am. The sound of monitors beeping gives me a hint of where. A hospital. My eyesight is now vivid. I can see a man with broad arms holding my ha

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