The Secrets Of Pandora & Bloodstone

- You can't do this Pandora. Think of all that you will lose please. - Ethan begs me, but he has no idea what truly happened. - Ethan, I suggest you shut your mouth, listen, and ask smart enough questions to the great "Black Stone". - I say with a voice full of hatred in the purest state - Because of him I lost everything, and I had to rebuild my parent’s empire from the ashes he left. Your father is a parasite who will never let me live in peace no matter how much I want to. - Pandora, please look at me. – Ethan begs me – This is not you, don't let him turn you into a murderer. You can't be like him. His words touch my soul, but I can't look at him or let him get close to me because I'll lose what little willpower I have left. I must let him know the whole truth, so, gathering up the courage I have left I ask him the main question I know he's not ready to ask. - Ethan, you remember when you asked if some thieves broke to my childhood house and killed my parents? - I take a deep breath to get courage - Have you ever wondered why there were so many blank spaces in that story? - Tell me it wasn't him... ***Pandora {The end of the hunt 11 months before the big encounter}*** I felt his rough but gentle large hands running from my feet to my sides, then my arms and then to my shoulders. Inside me a fire that I had not felt for so long began to ignite. It must be a dream; however, it was not relevant to my subconscious since I longed for it both in my dreams and in my day in and day out. Then his lips slowly started caressing my collarbone to my neck till he reached the corner of my lips which began to form a smile. I began to feel my panties getting soaked by the sensation of his caresses and that warmed me more and more anticipating the delight and excitement that took over every part of my body, increasing every second more and more, and then... My alarm went off and I just wanted to curse a thousand times for having to wake up at the best moment of sleep. I looked out the window at the sky that was still dark. My room was in a stormy silence after I turned off the alarm, but my mind was a minefield. I miss being the Pandora who was once so happy, with dreams and goals so big, that I never expected to see such an atrocious fall as the one I had. Confirmed, today is not my day at all, but we must move and start the day. My name is Pandora Sofia Amery, and I currently live in Ohio, I'm 26 years old and I'm a f*****g walking mess. God gave me life and I just followed the damn signs of how to f**k up my life in a short time thanks to what many call revenge and love. Revenge had to be my priority and not really revenge but justice. I would make it come true with my own hands. But to my great torment I fell in love. Who knew that falling in love just once, escaping and continuing to run away would be a total disaster? Well, guess what, it is because it's been 7 years since I walked away from Ethan, and I still love him with every particle of my body. FUDGE! I shake my head, and a silly smile of bitterness and frustration takes over my lips. It's time to start the day, otherwise I won't do anything. Before getting out of bed I stretch my body to start my morning routine in order: 1. Touch the tips of my feet before I get out of bed. 2. Go to the bathroom, to do what God commands. 3. Fight with my hair so I can wash my face. 4. Bathe and in the process masturbate. 5. Look for adequate clothes. 6. Leave to get my coffee and head to my professional refuge. Yes, everything in that majestic order... It's truly depressing, but it's my life and I adore it. As my best friend and sister by choice, Rushely’s (better known as "The Queen of Parties") says, I must learn more about sarcasm and maybe have some wild s*x, but I don't really feel like it. Since today is Friday and I don't feel like going to the gym, I have no choice but to go down the stairs the 8 floors from my loft to the main entrance so I can go to my car and go to work. I go step by step thinking about everything I must complete at my job before I go on a nightclub spree with Rushely’s. Yes, I think tomorrow will be a good day to wake up with a hangover, but today is just beginning and I'm not ready to face the work morning without caffeine in my bloodstream so I'd better go to the coffee shop around the corner... Everything will be fine as on any other day or at least that's what I thought until I stepped on the last step to enter the reception and raised my gaze. My whole body stopped in its tracks with the worst chills, feeling every hair on my body stand on end as my whole world fell apart. It's been 7 years now, but he still has an aura of power and security surrounding him that makes him look like a fudging GOD... Getting out of a limousine was the man from whom I have fled so much on land but who I was looking for without brakes in my dreams. It’s him. It’s Ethan. I just had to pray that it was a coincidence and not a universal calling called Karma. I started praying silently as I tried to hide so he couldn’t see me, however, I looked at him carefully. He has his hair longer and tied up in a man-bun, a tailor-made suit that is equivalent to at least 4 months of my salary which is something unfortunate for a psychiatrist, psychologist and counselor. He wears shoes that anyone would say took him several hours to polish until they were shiny like stars. He stops for a second and looks around as if he knew or felt that someone was watching him, and I, out of fear, quickly slipped away and stopped looking at him like the fool that I am. I took a few seconds and released the air I was holding without noticing it. - Gods, please I beg you from the depths of my pagan soul to have pity on me and not make me fall back into the precipice of love, please, please, please... - I whisper under my breath as I clasp my trembling hands together and gather the courage to look back at where he was with great care. To my surprise and internal torment there was no one at reception except for Juanjo, the security manager. I take the opportunity to run out to the front doors without making a noise with my heels, without looking back and saying goodbye silently waving my hand to Juanjo's who wishes me a nice day from behind his reception desk with a big smile. I manage to get through the doors, but as I'm about to run to my car I hear a familiar voice. I stop on my tracks without turning. -Pandora? - Says a voice that I recognize at first, like that of Carlos, Ethan's driver. I turn around because, even though I know it's a bad idea, he's someone who was always there for us in the past and becomes someone important as a father to me. With my heart in my throat, I choose the very bad decision to turn to look at him and a sincere smile appears on his face when we look into each other's eyes, although he still has the expression of shock on his face when he sees that it is indeed me. - Carlos... - I say low enough that only he and I can hear each other. Seeing him with his hair so white, wrinkles around his eyes and complexion that looks a little aged. I can't help but feel a great pain in my chest. How much I missed this cantankerous man. - My girl, Pandora. - he says with his emotion clear in his eyes and suddenly his eyes are clouded by tears as well as mine. He takes a step towards me, but I step back with one hand on my chest causing him to stop when he notices my movement. The excitement of a few seconds ago disappears and an atrocious fear pierces my body when I hear the door and I know, even if I don't see it, that it is Ethan who is about to pass through those doors in a few seconds. Without thinking twice, I ran to my car, and I started it without even putting on my seat belt. I look in the rearview mirror and I can see Carlos talking to Ethan. I guess he told him that he saw me because a second later I saw Ethan running after my car, but I'm already far away from him to catch me on foot. Something inside me breaks and all the memories come back like a train without brakes making tears fall endlessly down my face.