Her awakening!

"what? She killed her own son?" Whispers like those filled the air, everywhere she walked.

"Gosh, what a monster!"

All sound suddenly stopped the moment she went into the church, getting on her knees, and closing both hands that shook out of fear, starvation and a bit of something else together.

"father… please forgive me." Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head onto the ground.

The wonderful statue that stood Almighty above her shined always.

"I beg for your forgiveness dear father." She said again but this time in a Shaky voice, tears nearly now rolling out her eyes.

The door opened and a tall handsome man walked in.

That man was her husband, and he looked at her with disgust.

"Dakota…" she turned while still being on her knees, her hand reaching for his legs, but then, he moved back. Avoiding her completely.

"now you come here for forgiveness?" he nearly scoffed

Her eyes widened.

Her husband too? She chuckled, tears pricking the side of her eyes.

Her beautiful blond hair had became messy, and her complexion turned pale, her finger nails looked like they needed serious manicure.

"it… it wasn't my fault… it wasn't." She sobbed, but instead of him comforting her, he only turned his back.

She looked up and the door slammed hard, silence staying still with her.

"Dakota?" in a weak pleading voice, she called, and after no response, clenched her fists.

Why did she have to get punished for what wasn't even her fault?

She sobbed once again, this time, uncontrollably.

Her eyes now swelling with tears, and her hands trying to brush them away.

It kept on coming.

"what have I done for everyone to point hatred to me? Huh?!…"veronica looked down at the knife they usually used for slicing the bread, it seemed they had forgotten it this time.

she took the knife, hesitant at first, but after getting deeper into realization that no one was coming to stop her, pressed it against her neck.

"everyone has turned their backs on me when I needed them… so," a smile tainted her lips. "I atone for all, my sins."

Splash!

*** ***

Veronica slowly opened her eyes, making them meet the new surroundings around her

A white room, yellow liked door, and a white center carpet.

She inhaled, her mind doing a flip the moment she does.

She happened?

"Your finally awake… Adria."

Adria? Veronica thought confusingly? Her brows trying to stop themselves from vaulting at the new name.

"W-where am I?" she struggled to make words, limb after limb, feeling pain, her head spinning the second she tried getting up.

"You should rest for now."

"…what happened?" she glanced at the man beside her, and he had a look of disgust on.

Clearly that was pointed at her, he got up, aiming to leave, when Veronica grabbed his hand.

"you should rest for now… you'd need it." He struggled to pull his hand out of hers, but couldn't get it free.

She still demanded some answers.

All she could remember was when she slit her throat… what more could have happened.

And what was with that name… Adria? That… that wasn't her name.

He sat down, falling silent in a second before looking up at her.

"You were pushed off, a building. Apparently, the doctors said you might not have made it, but… it's a miracle I guess. The moment, they realized you were waking up they called for me."

Ah… his face was now somewhat remembering…

Author Atthill, the first son to Duran Atthill, and equally a model known for his cold looks.

His eyes were blue, chin defined perfectly, his beards being a five o'clock shadow, eyes tin almond, and height approximately 6ft 3.

"How… Did, how did I get there? The building I mean." She blinked couple of times, still trying to process what happened.

"No idea, the doctor's said you might not have made it."

"Might have not?" her voice came out weak, and hoarse, as if she hadn't had anything to drink for long.

"Yeah, it's a miracle that you are still here… and alive."

She got pushed off… That wasn't how she remembered her death…

Veronica snuck a peak at her reflection through the standing mirror, nearly jolting t the sight.

That… wasn't her look, nor was it her body.

Veronica felt her headache come back again, but this time with vengeance.

She groaned in pain.

"you need rest… when you've probably healed, we can then Author got up, the door swinging open, as a woman nearly looking mad, came charging at her.

"You shameless twig!" With that said loudly, she made impact.

Her hand slamming hard against Veronica's face.

Anger clearly shown in her tone, her breath huffing, and her fist getting ready, to deliver yet another slap to Veronica.

"Mother… what was that for?"

This crazy psychopath was his mother? Veronica thought, her hand now on where the slap stung.

"how dear you defend her!" The old lady yelled, veins almost about popping out of her head.

She was clearly angry, but at what? Her? What could she have done? No… what could Adria have done?

"I never said I was defending her… but mother, you can't walk in here, and hit someone who's barely to recover."

Veronica glared, but then decided to play along their silly game.

"what could I have done to upset you, mother?" Veronica tilted her head, her hand now dropping to the other.

And the old lady, only got more furious.

"you dare open your pipe and speak!? To me!?" She was going to launch at her again, but lucky, Author was there to stop her from going crazy on her.

"you can't just attack her without telling me what she did wrong." Author gently pushed her back.

"I knew from the day, you brought her home, she was going to be a problem." With that she wiped her hand into her purse, flagging bunch of pictures in both their faces.

And that held… pictures clearly showing her, sleeping with another man!