It is in me what I conceal and those feelings that never reveal.

-Rain

I walked in the park with Amber. It was evening time and suspiciously the park looked empty. I frowned but I didn't pay much attention to it as we walked deeper in the park.

Soon we came to a stop near a lake. The scenery was breath taking. The water was blue and crystal clear. There were trees surrounding the lake. Birds have flocked on the trees and we're chirping.

I looked down to see my daughter looking at everything with awe. Her grey eyes were bright and lively. She let go of my finger as she moved forward.

"Do you like it baby?", I asked Amber and she nodded her head.

She turned around in my direction and pointed to the ball. I nodded my head as we started to play catch- catch.

The sun was setting down. It was getting dark. I looked at my wrist watch and it read 6:30.

"Amber it's time for us to go back home.", I softly told my daughter. She looked around and then nodded her head.She held my pinky finger as she yawned. Maybe she was tired.

We started walking.

I heard someone's step behind us but as I looked back there was no one. I frowned. Something was wrong. I quickened my pace. But Amber was not able to match my pace so I picked her up. I let the ball fall as tried to quickly leave the park.

"You forgot something.", I heard a man's voice. A knot tied in my stomach. Have I heard this voice before?

I didn't know what to do. Should I turn back? Or should I run from the park? I choose the latter.

I turned around to see my whole world crashing down. I never thought I would see this face again. No, no this can't be. He is in prison. I said to myself. He looked the same. No change in him except the sadistic smirk that played on his lips.

"Missed me sugar?", Marcus asked me.

His voice sent a chill down my spine. I felt terrified. I hate that endearment with a lot of passion. I tried hiding my daughter from him. I didn't feel like answering him so I turned around and ran out of the park.

As soon as I saw the entry gate of the park. I felt relieved. Finally I can get out of here. Away from him. But as soon as I exited the park I saw him standing outside. My steps came to a stop.

"I asked you a question sugar.", Marcus hissed. He looked furious. This terrified me even more. His anger isn't something I would like to face again. His anger is very bad, specially for me.

I felt like crying. I closed my eyes for a moment to stop my tears, I need to be strong for my daughter. But as my I opened my eyes I found we were back in that same house where I was imprisoned for two long years.

Suddenly my shoulder felt light.

Amber! Where is she?

"Amber where are you?," I shouted. My voice trembling along with my feet.

"She is with me.", I heard Marcus' voice. I turned around to see Amber in his arm. His grip was tight and I could see tears rolling down Amber's cheek.

"Lea-ve my daug-hter.", I stammered. How pathetic of me!

"You didn't think it was necessary to inform me that you have a daughter.", Marcus asked seriously.

I didn't know what to say. I was stuck in the same house with the same man who has my daughter in his hand. I was completely at his mercy.

"Please leave her. She has nothing to do with this matter.", I begged.

"Tsk, tsk. She has everything to do with this matter. After all she is your daughter.", he stated with fake humor.

I shook my head as tears now fell down my eyes. God, what should I do? I looked at him as he waited for my reply. I didn't know what to do.

"Please...", I pleaded. But I was rewarded by his laughter. That evil man.

"Do you know what's the greatest pain a mother can go through?", Marcus asked me. I shook my head.

"Well poor you. The greatest pain is the lost of their child.", Marcus stated. It took a few seconds before the words got registered in my mind. Could it be....

"No!", I shouted as I dashed in his direction.

But before I could reach him I heard breaking of bone. Amber fell down on the ground with her neck at an odd angle. He had snapped her neck.

"No!", I screamed as I jolted up from my sleeping position. Cold sweat covered my body as a sob recked me.

It was just a dream Rain. I chanted it in my head again and again. But to no avail I could calm myself down.

It has been years since I had one of these dreams. It felt real, too real. I took my phone from the nightstand and dialed a number. Right now only they can provide me with peace.

"Hello!", I heard a tired voice. I looked at my phone screen to see it was two o'clock.

"Nanu....", I cried out.

"Rain, what's wrong? Are you fine?", I heard his panicked voice.

"Who is it Walton?"

I heard nana's voice.

"It is Rain.", Nanu stated.

"Give me the phone."

I heard nana say.

"What is wrong my cupcake?", Nana said through the line.

"I had a bad dream.", I sobbed.

"What dream?", Nana asked.

"I sa-aw Marcus. He is ba-ck and he murde-dered Amber.", I said in a shaky voice.

"Oh dear.", I heard nana sigh.

"Rain listen to me carefully. He is in the prison.", Nana stated.

"But..", I started.

"No buts. Relax darling. He is not coming back.", Nana stated softly.

"No one is going to harm Amber or you. You two are safe. He is never coming back. Just know this thing. Go to sleep honey.", Nana stated.

Maybe she was right.

I muttered a quick good night before cutting the call.

Her words calmed me a bit. He isn't coming back. I sighed and tried reaching for water on the nightstand but the jar was empty. I sighed as I decided to make a small trip to the kitchen.

I put on my slippers as I exited the room. I stopped at Amber's room and went inside. Amber was sleeping carelessly in the middle of the bed. I have placed pillows on both sides of the bed so she didn't fall down. I held her tiny hand as I caressed her cheek.

A tear slipped down my left cheek. Why can't I be stronger?

But again if I could be strong then it won't be me.

I sighed. Well that's right.

"Moma loves you a lot and she will protect you from everything.", I whispered.

I removed the hair that had covered her face with my hand. I got up and decided to leave the room. But something tugged on my fingers. I looked down to see Amber was tightly holding my hand. A smile graced my lips. I tried removing my hand but she held on it harder. A chuckle left my mouth. Finally after another trial I was able to remove my hand. I placed a lingering kiss on her forehead before exiting the room.

I walked through the huge corridor. I looked at the end of the corridor to see the lights of Damien's study were on. I frowned. Was he still working? I shook my head. It is non of my business. I quietly moved down the stairs. I took a left turn and the open kitchen came in view. It was huge and well maintained. Maybe by the maids.

I turned on the lights of the kitchen as I entered the kitchen and made my way to the refrigerator. I opened it and took out a bottle of water. Next I took out a glass from the nearby cabinet and poured water in it. I gulped it down hungrily and then I poured another glass of water and gulped it down.

"What are you doing in this kitchen?", I heard a harsh voice from the back making me jump. I turned around to see a man in maybe early thirties standing there and looking at me.

Once his eyes took in my form, his pupils diluted as he licked his lips. A wave of disgust hit me. I looked at my clothes to see I was in a nightgown that ended mid thigh. The only thing I was thankful for was the fact that I was wearing my bra.

"Are you new here?", the man asked and as I nodded my head, a smirk stretched over his lips.

"Maids aren't allowed in the kitchen after working hours are over.", he told me but instead of looking in my eyes, his eyes were on my bosom. I peeked down to see a little bit of my cleavage was visible.

"Eyes up mister.", I said in my most confident tone.

He looked in my eyes and they held lust. His hands went to his back pocket as he took out a gun. I audibly gulped, all of my new found confidence was lost as I took a step back.

"Never teach me what to see or do. Is it okay maid?", he hissed.

"I am n-ot the ma-aid.", I stammered.

"Even better.", he said happily as he neared me. I took a few steps back till the time I didn't hit the refrigerator. He put his gun back in his pocket as he entered the kitchen.

"So you must be one of boss' whore?", he said as he neared me.

"Stay away from me.", I stated and patted my back mentally for not stammering.

"If you can sleep with him then what is wrong in warming my bed?", he stated suggestively.

I was at lost of words. What should I say? I looked at him as he wore a triumphant smirk. I shifted a bit more as my hand searched for something on the counter. He took long strides in my direction and before I could realise he was standing in front of me. God help me.

I felt my hands touch something cold and pointed. I picked it up and swinged it in the man direction. But unlike me his reflex were quick as he stopped me by my wrist.

He applied a lot of pressure on my wrist making me drop the fork. A yelp left my mouth. I tried slapping him from my other hand but he pinned both of my hands behind my back that so to painfully.

He brought his lips near my left ear. I closed my eyes as tears gathered in them. Why me?

"Thinking you can stop me with a pathetic fork?", he said in a mocking tone. I tried fishing my hand out of his grip and after five seconds I was able to get my right wrist out of his grip.

A loud sound echoed in the kitchen as I slapped him. His face was turned in the other side as he held his right cheek. I took this chance to run away from him but he got hold of my left arm as he squeezed it painfully.

He pulled me back and pinned me between the counter and the his body.

"You whore! How dare you slap me.", he stated furiously. He looked shocked.

I was trembling now. What should I do? I was scared at what he will do in his anger but his anger was not as bad as Damien's. Wait Damien! How could I forget him.

"Damien, Damien save me!", I shouted at top of my voice. As soon as the words left my mouth that man started laughing.

"So you call boss but his name. You must be excellent in bed.", he said sounding amused.

"But let me break you bubble, the boss won't come to save a slut like you.", the man hissed.

I took this opportunity to kick him in his where the sun doesn't shine.

"Ahhh...You whore!", he yelled but I took this opportunity to run up the stairs. I knew he was following me but I didn't look back. My foot slipped on a stair but somehow I regained my balance and rushed up the stair.

"Come back here you and I will show you what can I do.", he screamed.

My heart was beating fast. I had tears rolling down my cheeks as I decided I would rush in my room. My arms were paining and I knew I would get bruises but I didn't care about the pain at that moment. The adrenaline rush within me made me run faster.

Once I moved up the stairs I made my way to my room but I collided with a wall. Wait how did a wall came here. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact I would get from falling but two warm arms encircled my waist. I gripped on the shirt of that person as if he was my solace.

I opened my eyes to see a worried Damien.