In the Arms of Freedom

By Jessica West

 

 Love, trust, and an unshakable faith in God are the guiding forces that carry Bernita through the challenging valleys of life. When her fiancé calls off their wedding days before the biggest day of her life, it shatters her world. She questions God's plan for her life. Does God really know what's best if it means ripping out the only man she ever loved? As Pedro's past comes back to haunt her, she learns about the power of forgiveness and the unwavering nature of love. Pedro's disappearance and a determined stalker pose a challenge for Bernita. Will she remain anchored to God's promises during the trials of life or seek solace in the arms of another, leaving behind only memories of Pedro?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica West
• Release date: Feb 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9781734936346

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Sequel to Escaping to Freedom

Escaping to Freedom is a story about a teenager from a prominent South American family who knows little about the ‘real world’ until one decision changes everything. Her papa’s alcohol consumption, depression, and lost job aid in her shattered dreams. With mounting debt and little money, Bernita’s papa sells her as a child bride. Her only escape is the dark and lonely streets. Her father vows to find her no matter the cost. Looking over her shoulders, she learns to trust no one, as deception lies at every corner. Is freedom just a word? Or can a man named Jesus grant true freedom?

Chapter 1

I never pictured my life turning out like this. Bernita leaned her head on Pedro’s chest as she gazed into his inviting eyes. His heartbeat pounded through his shirt as the cheerful melody floated through her ears, sending a smile to her face.

With watery eyes, Pedro pressed a kiss on the top of her curls. I know it’s hard to believe you’re engaged to the finest guy in South America. But, I’m real.

Bernita swatted his arm as her laughter flowed into the crisp, fall air. Leaves dangled from the trees, adding to the feel of uncertainty. Charming.

It had been two and a half years since they met and trudged through the hardest year of their lives. They hoped the past was behind them. Pedro moved to Cuenca, where he spent the next two years working through business college. He graduated early and with honors.

Bernita loaded her passport with stamps from all over the world. Her dream of filling the darkest regions with melodies came true. She toured the world for two incredible years, adding music to the regions beyond, and sharing the love of Jesus.

They drifted through a long-distance relationship, trying desperately to make it work. Some countries had no Internet or good reception, making phone calls and letters impossible. After Pedro’s graduation, Bernita moved to Quinto. Where her mother and Eva moved with her to be closer to Pedro and his mother.

Pedro and Bernita’s relationship blossomed as they spent every free moment together. Until one day, they vowed to spend the rest of their lives together. They dreamed of a brief engagement and a blissful marriage.

Pedro wrapped his arms over Bernita’s body, squeezing tightly. I never want this feeling to end.

Bernita’s lips parted into a smile. Her brown eyes twinkled with peace. It better not.

In less than a week, you’ll be my bride and nothing will pry us a part. He caressed the top of her curls as chills pulsated through her body.

Mrs. Bernita Gomez. I love the sound of that. We are a picture of God’s grace. Her eyes sparkled in the setting sun as a chilly gust of wind tugged at her arms.

Pedro shifted his body under the wooden bench, moving his protectively around hers, shielding her from the chilly wind. God grants us blessings that we don’t deserve. Our relationship would have seemed foolish had a bystander seen us two years ago. Today, it’s like a dream.

Tears filled her eyes as she rubbed a stray droplet from her cheek. I never want to wake up. And she didn’t. Not if it meant losing her heart.

My sweet Bernita, we are gleaning from God’s goodness. Only He could take a nightmare and turn it into a beautiful song. His deep voice flowed through the evening air like a melody.

I knew you were special two years ago. She brushed the side of his cheek, feeling the warmth from his body. Someone worth keeping.

So, you think I’m special? Pedro ran his fingers over her stomach, ticking the edges of her shirt.

Bernita’s laugh floated through the evening sky as the sun ducked below the mountains. I’ve met no one like you. Stop tickling me.

Your laugh warms my heart. His face went from a bright smile to a mask of unreadable emotions in a matter of seconds. What would I do without you? He wondered aloud, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You’re stuck with me, so no more foolish talk. She rubbed the buttons on his shirt, feeling the coarseness under her fingers. How would she live her life without the man that gave it purpose and love? Foolishness. She’d never have to. God wouldn’t mold their lives into a beautiful testimony, then take him away. Would He?

If something bad ever happens to me... His voice drifted off, sending goosebumps traveling through her arms.

Bernita pushed away from Pedro’s chest and stared into his chocolate eyes. Shh. I’m savoring our time together, just the two of us.

Pedro grabbed her hand and puffed out a deep sigh. I haven’t been honest about my time at college. My conscience is killing me.

She jerked her hand away from Pedro, taking deep breaths. She would not give in to fear. Nothing he could say would ever change her love for him. Like?

I love you with a crazy passion that I never want to lose.

I love you too. Stop stalling and get to the point. Bernita grabbed her purse off the ground, rummaging through it.

I...

My phone was off. I’ve missed ten calls from Eva. She tossed her phone into her purse, letting out an agitated sigh. I’m supposed to be helping Eva complete the menu for our wedding. Bernita jumped off the bench, rubbing the sides of her cheeks. The warmth from Pedro’s touch fading.

Give me ten more minutes. Pedro reached for her hands and tugged her close to him.

His nature-scented cologne wafted through her nostrils. Don’t tempt me. You know I can’t resist your charm.

Sit down, please.

Eva’s only twelve. Even though she’s helping with our wedding, she gets overwhelmed fast. She might be an emotional mess when I get home. Bernita slid her keys out of her purse. Eva needed her, and whatever confession Pedro needed to make could wait.

When can we talk? Pedro slowly climbed off the bench, his dark skin taking on a pale color.

Soon. She leaned into his arms and squeezed him, vowing to let nothing come between them. 

Tomorrow, our wedding day, on our honeymoon? When? He pushed away from Bernita. This is the most alone time we have had.

Bernita’s face hardened as lines furrowed between her brows. Is your secret going to change my mind about our marriage?

Pedro rubbed his lips together, but remained silent.

Pedro? Bernita clasped her hands between his fingers. What was happening? Their perfect evening together was turning into a scene from a bad mystery novel, and she did not approve. I love you.

I love you. He patted his mouth over her hair as his breath fanned the top of her ear. Go before Eva has a meltdown.

We’ll talk soon. She stepped away from his comforting closeness as she ran to her car. Whatever inner turmoil he was fighting would not change their relationship at all. She shrugged off the nagging uncertainty as peace flooded her soul. 

Bernita raced into her house, stopping to catch her breath. She threw her purse on the couch and moved through the hall into Eva’s room. Bernita tapped on the wooden door as the sound echoed through the hall. Eva slumped her body over the computer screen. A smile danced across her pale face. Her long black hair cascaded down behind the back of the chair. A collection of sticky notes adorned a large poster board, which was positioned above the computer desk. Eva had playfully affixed pictures of delicious food all over the board.

Who are you chatting with? Bernita stared at the computer screen, sweat popping off her palms.

Eva closed the chat box as she fidgeted with the mouse. Some guy I met online.

Some guy? Bernita plopped onto the bed; her knees weak from running into the house.

It’s nothing serious. We pass time by chatting. Eva pulled the poster board off the wall.

Tell me about this mystery boy. Bernita crossed her legs under the blanket, sending piercing glares at her sister. A twelve-year-old was too young to realize the dangers of the web.

Eva waved her hand in the air, still clinging to the board with her other hand. It’s not that big of a deal. When I’m bored, we just talk. Or when I’m waiting for my sister to answer my phone calls.

I’m sorry about that. I lost track of time. Bernita studied Eva’s hazel eyes. Should she believe her sister? Should I remind you of your age?

Just drop it, ok? Talking is not a crime. Eva sat on the opposite side of the bed. Her pink-colored cheeks matching the blanket.

Guys like to lure girls through the internet. I’ve seen the evil side of the streets and felt the horrors of human trafficking. 

And you’re marrying a guy who inflicted you with pain. Eva pushed sticky notes around on the poster mindlessly. I don’t think you are the best judge of character.

That’s not fair. Pedro is not that guy anymore. Bernita took a deep breath, trying to still her erratic heartbeat. Something edging on the side of the ominous was happening with Pedro and Eva. And she did not like it. He’s honest, charming, handsome, and all mine.

I like Pedro, just don’t judge a guy from being on the internet. Eva patted a picture of lobster and shrimp. Mom thinks you’re rushing into marriage. She claims you’re too young to make a life-changing decision.

Nineteen is an adult. I know what’s best for my life. Bernita rolled her eyes as she ran her fingers over the pictures of food. I’ve heard her reasoning a million times, and I’m done with it. She should be happy for me.

She is happy for you, just cautious.

I don’t need her prying into my life and acting like she knows best. She left us two years ago. Bernita flipped through pictures of appetizers, but not really focusing on food. What was her mother’s problem? She would marry Pedro. End of the story.

She’s trying to protect you. Eva held up another picture of finger foods. The sight making Bernita’s stomach growl.

I’m not a little girl anymore. Both of you stop treating me like I am. I can take care of myself. Bernita tossed the poster on the bed and jumped off the mattress. She stepped to the floor-length mirror and ran her fingers through her curls.

You’re my sister. If you’re happy, then I’m happy. Eva stepped to Bernita and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Enough about my love life. What about that boy you were chatting with online?

I’m not talking about him. Eva pushed away from Bernita as she ran her hands through her long hair.

How’s school?

I don’t want to talk about it. Eva mumbled under her breath.

Have you been helping Mama at the restaurant? Bernita turned around, staring at her sister.

Is this an interrogation? Eva rested her hands on her hips, palms balled into fist.

Bernita studied the picture of the food items. She is catering for the wedding.

You never help at the restaurant. Eva puckered her lips at the mirror. Everything is about Pedro.

Bernita wrapped her arms around her sister’s waist, pulling her into a hug. When had her little sister developed into a young woman? In her mind, she was a bright-eyed toddler, totting a stuffed bear. But in reality, she was a teenager trying to find her identity. You like Pedro.

I admire Pedro. He’s like my big brother.

What’s really going on? Bernita turned Eva’s stiff body, staring into her brownish-green eyes.

When you get married, everything will change. Eva leaned into Bernita’s arms. We’ve had enough change for a lifetime.

Change can be pleasant. I love Pedro, and can’t wait to marry him.

Eva pulled away from Bernita, her eyes taking on a hard-as-steel look. I overheard Mama and Charles talking.

And?

"The M word escaped Charles’ mouth." Eva’s body trembled as she propped her head against the wall.

Mutiny? Marabella’s? What? Bernita scratched her head, not following her sister’s scattered thoughts.

Marabella’s? I love that restaurant.

It’s Mama’s competition now. We have to be conscious of the restaurants we eat at. Bernita nodded her head and smiled.

You’re wacky. Eva picked up a hair scrunchy and threw it at Bernita. I’m speaking about marriage. They haven’t dated long enough to think about marriage.

It’s been a year. I’ve never seen her so happy. She deserves a love-filled life without abuse. The corners of her lips turned into a smile. Maybe she’ll stop trying to control my world and live her own life.

You will always be her baby. Eva fell onto her bed, the popping sound echoing through the room. She should take her own advice and not rush into marriage.

You crushing on Mama’s boyfriend’s son, Paul? He has a handsome set of brown eyes. Bernita fell onto the bed next to Eva. It’s ok to like boys, just don’t go crazy.

Gross! He picks his nose way too much. Eva covered her face with a pillow. And I would never describe his eyes as handsome. More like creepy windows into his weird personality.

I think you have a crush on him. Bernita peeked under the pillow like she did hundreds of times when her little sister played peekaboo.

I’m not a baby, and I don’t have any pleasant feelings towards Paul. She tossed the pillow on the floor, fixing her static-infused hair. Back to my problem.

Which is?

Lou and I will share a room. We don’t get along very well. She teases me every day. Eva rubbed her fingers over her pale face and grimaced.

Do you want me to chat with her? Bernita asked.

No, I don’t need my big sister rescuing me. Eva closed her eyes and mumbled out the words. She claims I’m adopted. I don’t look like anyone in our family. Where does my light skin, hazel eyes, and freckles come from?

Bernita rubbed Eva’s shoulders, trying to ease her stress. I was eight when you were born. Mom had a rough pregnancy. She stayed sick until you were born.

Maybe Clancy wasn’t my papa? Maybe she searched for love in other places.

No. Mama is smarter than that. Papa would have killed her if he found out. Bernita grabbed the food pictures and flipped through them again. Mentioning Clancy always ruined her good mood. Yes, she forgave him, but she didn’t want to think about him.

He wanted to kill her, anyway. Eva puffed out a big breath of air. I will find out.

Detective, can we talk about the food choices yet? I’m tired, and I have to meet Pedro and Philip in the morning.

Philip, the mysterious detective, and Pedro’s best buddy. Eva winked her eye and smiled, a bright, full-lipped smirk that lit up her face.

What was the wink for? Bernita’s eyes grew gigantic. Philip was a good-looking man, but she hardly noticed.

Ever notice how friendly Philip is? His flirting is inappropriate.

We are just friends. My heart belongs to Pedro. Bernita’s heart thumped faster at the mention of Pedro’s name.

Philip is a sly guy. You’re not married yet. Maybe he thinks he can still win your heart. Eva poked her sister in her side, trying to sound like their mama. Watch out for that dude.

Eva, life is not full of suspense and backstabbing. Some things are as they seem without ulterior motives. Bernita tickled her sister’s legs, fighting back the frown. That’s what she longed for, anyway. Let’s plan the menu.

Fine, but I warned you. Eva took the poster board off the bed as both ladies studied the board.

Bernita snuggled into Pedro’s brawny arms, feeling a sense of tranquility as his warmth enveloped her. They sat together on a bench, gazing out at the playground. The chilly fall morning had cast a frosty glaze over the plants surrounding them. The sound of children’s excited shrieks and laughter filled the air as they raced around the slides.

How’s Eva? Pedro wrapped his jacket over Bernita’s arms.

She’s in emotional turmoil.

Sounds painful. Pedro beamed at the children playing.

She’s twelve. Everything is emotional. Bernita’s laugh mixed in with the sounds of the children. I caught her chatting with a guy online.

Should I investigate? Pedro rested his chin on the fold of her neck.

Are you an investigator or a salesman? Last time I checked, you worked at Chessman Corporations.

And one of the best. Pedro entwined his fingers with hers. She’s like my little sister, and I’ll protect her with my life.

Hopefully it won’t come to that. She claims it’s innocent, and I’ll believe her, for now.

I’m having lunch with my mom later. Do you want to join us? He squeezed her fingers tighter as love pulsated through her body.

She actually supports our marriage. Bernita leaned back and closed her eyes. Why couldn’t life be simple? God had turned the bad into good in her life. But now, a whisper of trouble pierced through her heart. Was it pre-wedding jitters or signs of a brewing storm?

Give your mom a break. She means well, Pedro said. So, are you coming with us?

I’d love to, but it’d have to be after my afternoon music lessons. Can we meet for dinner too? So, we can spend some quiet time together?

Pedro’s eyes drifted beyond the playground. He pressed his lips together and remained silent.

Pedro? Bernita tugged on his arm.

Can we speak now? Bernita heard his heartbeat quicken and noticed his palms turning sweaty.

I love you, and that’s all that matters. Don’t bring up the past.

I love you, but my words could change everything. He cleared his throat, releasing his hold on her fingers. I’m not the guy you think I am.

Bernita titled his chin and gazed into his chocolate-colored eyes. All the color drained from his face. Why would you think that?

I’ve rehearsed this conversation for years, but I’ve been a coward. I don’t want to lose you. He drew circles on her back with his trembling fingers. I’m so sorry.

Bernita leaned toward him and kissed the top of his lip.

Smooching on public property and in front of children. When will your despicableness end?

Bernita pushed away from Pedro and smiled at Philip. Are you issuing us a citation, detective?

I’ll let it slide this once. Only because your beauty is worth breaking the law for, but next time I won’t be so generous. Philip patted Pedro on the back. You’re a lucky man.

Smooth talker. I know all the ladies swoon over you. Bernita’s eyes glistened.

Pedro rolled his eyes and looked away, anger edging on his face.

Hey man, did you eat lemons for breakfast? Philip crouched on the ground next to Pedro. This is no way to treat your best friend.

Pedro ran his fingers through his hair. I need to talk to Bernita, but you’re interrupting us.

Pedro, be nice. We can talk later. She tugged on his arm, trying to lighten the mood.

Why do you put up with him? Philip playfully punched him in the arm as his eyes twinkled with mischief. He’s undeserving.

Pedro jumped to his feet, fist closed, eyes lowered. I’m not in the mood for your jokes today. Let’s get this tuxedo fitting over.

Are you coming too? Philip stood to his feet and brushed his arm against Bernita’s hand.

No, I’m shopping for a few finishing touches and going to my music lessons.

Pedro pulled Bernita into his arms and gazed into her eyes. I love you and we’ll talk later.

I look forward to it. She clung to Pedro’s hand and leaned by his ear and whispered. Nothing will make me stop loving you.

I’m not so sure, Pedro mumbled as he shuffled in the opposite direction.

God, give me grace to handle Pedro’s news. I don’t want to lose him because of my selfish pride.

Bernita swung the door opened and walked into her mama’s restaurant. The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and homemade bread engulfed the café. Bernita waved at Pedro and his mom before she opened the kitchen door and walked into the kitchen. Bernita’s mama sat hunched over a pile of dough. She kneaded and rolled out the dough.

Hey, Mama. Bernita walked to her mama and kissed her on the head. It smells amazing in here.

Elena straightened her back and kissed Bernita on the cheek. Your man and Beatriz are here. Late lunch?

One of my students tried conquering a difficult measure in her sheet music. It took hours before she could play the piece. Bernita spread her finger on a spoon of icing and sucked the sweetness off her finger.

It’s not too late to call off the wedding. Elena dusted a handful of flour on the counter. Two years is not enough time to really get to know a person.

Mom, my father was a horrible person, but Pedro is not Clancy. Bernita raised her nose in the air and breathed in the freshly baked bread. Take your own advice with Charles. 

I’m a grown woman. I know my decisions bring consequences. You haven’t learned that yet.

Bernita grabbed a plate of fresh rolls off the counter. I think you should give me more credit than that.

Elena stacked a couple more rolls onto the serving dish. He broke your heart before—

Mom, all I need is your support. Bernita walked to the door, carrying the plate of fresh rolls.

Her mother’s knuckles turned white as she squeezed the dough with