A Gift of Love for Christmas

Professional Liar

Lyra’s POV

I felt run over by a truck as I grudgingly turned to my side. For some reason, the bed I was lying on was hard and I felt as if there was sand on it. The noise of vehicles as they passed made me wonder if they were beside my window.

‘She is probably drunk,’ someone said close to me.

‘These junkies are so unbelievable,’ a male voice said then I heard feet walk past me.

I tried sitting up but I failed miserably. I grabbed it as I used my hand to raise myself. I opened my eyes and then closed them as the morning sun burned my eyes. When I was sure my eyes could take the effect of the ray, I opened them again and I gasped in surprise to see that I was on the sidewalk. People were casting glances at me. Some kids were even pointing at me and laughing hard.

I stumbled to my feet and tried walking away from there. I couldn't walk straight, I stumbled a lot and my head hurt like hell.

When I stumbled far away from the kids who were making my head hurt more with their laughter, I sat down and tried breathing in and out so that I could calm down.

I tried to remember how I got there but the pain that blasted in my head alongside the memory of Logan stabbing me in the neck almost made me faint. I sat there for a while, just closing my eyes, not minding the fact that people were probably staring at me. I knew that I must look like a lunatic at that moment.

I didn't even know how I got there. I wondered if Logan could have been so mean to dump me there after he drugged me.

When I was sure that I could walk again, I stood up and checked billboards to know where I was. I discovered that I was almost thirty minutes away from home. I checked my pockets to see if I could get anything but they were empty. No phone, no wallet, I knew that the only option I had was to walk home.

It took me over an hour in my state to get home. When I got home, I knocked hard, but there was no answer. I used the doorbell tirelessly, but there was no response. When I had almost given up and started crying, the door opened and Logan stood there glaring at me.

‘Will you just leave this place, you drug addict?’ Logan said glaring at me.

‘Are you mad? Me, a drug addict? I guess you are the one on drugs here. Leave the way I need to clean up,’ I said in anger.

‘You are no longer welcome in this house; my son and I need our peace of mind, so please just go away,’ Logan said,d, and I wondered if he was on cheap drugs.

‘You injected me and threw me on the sidewalk, Logan, and you stand there to tell me that I am not welcome here? Leave the door this minute before I do something we will both regret,’ I said, screaming.

Logan did leave the door, but he didn't do that to let me in. Instead, he moved to me and carried me out of the house and then out of the gate. I was screaming and hitting his back but it did not affect him. He threw me outside the gate and then locked it.

I sat there and cried bitterly. I was dirty, hungry, and tired. But like a lioness fighting for its cub, I started hitting the gate with stone. Making the sound ricochet in the silent area.

I was at it for hours then I stopped when I saw a police vehicle drive towards me. I knew Logan must have called them to get rid of me.

‘Ma’am, I think you have to come with me,’ a police officer who got down from the police van said to me when she got to my side.

‘I know Logan called you people to get rid of me but I am not leaving this place until he gives me my son. I don't want to stay with him anymore, but I can't leave my child with that cheat,’ I said, crying.

‘Ma’am, you are constituting a nuisance right now, and people in this neighborhood are complaining. I think you should come with us first, then we can invite your husband over to discuss this,’ the female police officer said, then took me by the arm and took me into their vehicle.

I kept glancing back at the house as the vehicle left the area. I was crying as the vehicle moved to the police station. I knew Logan had a mean streak but I never expected him to do that to me.

‘I need you to sit down, ma'am, and give me your husband's phone number,’ a male police officer said, and I did just that. I had no option.

Logan was called and while we awaited his arrival, I was given pie and tea. The police officers exchanged weird looks at the way I ate ravenously.

When Logan arrived we were taken into an office where we could talk. The female police officer also joined us. Every police officer welcomed Logan with a smile. After all, he was the Almighty Logan Anderson, one of the best lawyers in the city.

‘Mr Anderson, your wife here is claiming you injected her with drugs and threw her out of the house,’ an officer whom I saw from the rank on his shoulder that he was a senior officer said to Logan.

Logan lowered his head and when he raised it, there were tears in his eyes. He turned his face to me just staring at me for seconds before turning back to the officer to say the most unbelievable thing I have ever heard.

‘This is what I have been battling with away from public glare. How do I, Barrister Anderson, be in love with a woman who cannot stay away from drugs? I have been trying to manage this because of the love I have for her but I am just tired,’ Logan said to my dismay.

‘You are a liar Logan. I have never, for once in my life, used drugs. You were the one who injected me and threw me out of the house,’ I said getting out of my seat.

‘What date is today Lyra?’ Logan asked me as I towered over him in annoyance.

‘Today is the sixteenth,’ I said confidently, and the police officers exchanged worried looks.

‘Mrs Anderson, today is the eighteenth,’ the police officer said, relaxing on his seat and looking at me strangely.

‘You put me under for two days?’ I asked, slumping back into my seat in bewilderment.

‘I didn't put you under; what you took to put you under,’ Logan said, lying through his teeth.

I just sat there staring at Logan. Logan was a good example of a handsome snake. I had fallen for his outward look and his sweet talks.

‘Your birthday was on the sixteenth, and I came into your office to surprise you with flowers and chocolates, but I met you having s*x with your secretary on your office table. You two-faced cheat,’ I said in exasperation.

‘Lyra,’ Logan called my name in a sigh then rubbed his face as if he was tired. ‘My secretary is Watson and he is a man. One other information is that he is straight, and I am straight, so how did we end up having s*x on my table in the office? Lyra, when are you going to stop all this and just be a responsible mother and wife?’ Logan asked allowing the tears to flow down his face.

‘You are a bastard,' I said as I shivered in anger.

‘Mr Anderson, please pull yourself together. Everything will be fine,’ the officer said and I burst into tears.

There was nothing I was going to say that would make them believe me. Logan had always said he was a good lawyer, and at that moment, I realized how he must have won most of his cases.

‘We will advise that you check your wife in for therapy and Mrs Anderson, please try and do better for yourself and your son,’ the senior officer said and then nodded at the female officer.

The female officer led us out of the office and she then told us to wait before she disappeared into another office.

‘I will be in the car,’ Logan said impatiently and left.

The female police officer returned later and shook her head before she said to me, ‘He left. I knew he would. Take this,’ she said, giving me a sheet of paper with a name on it. ‘You will need it. Call them. Tell them Tama asked you to call,’ she said then turned and left me standing there.

I kept wondering whose number she had given me and why. Did she believe that I was a drug addict that needed help?

I was surprised to see that Logan was still waiting for me in the car. I thought he would have left.

I opened the passenger side and entered. I sat down quietly without looking at him. I felt like turning into a lion and tearing his handsome face into pieces.

‘In this game, I am your master. You will be getting no divorce from me except if you want to end up in the mental home. Thankfully enough, the police have it filed that you are an addict and they will keep it away from the media until I think it is necessary to let it happen,’ Logan said.

‘I hate you, Logan,’ I said, closing my eyes.

‘No, babe. You love me. We both know how much you were willing to be my wife. Now that you are, you stay where I put you, else there will be consequences,’ Logan said then started the car.

I wasn't going to give up like that. I was going to fight tooth and nail for my freedom. Logan underestimated me. The battle line was drawn. I intend to have my freedom by Christmas because, for the first time in years, I wish to be with my family for the holidays.