I took off from the apartment to walk to the subway station, as Harry could not pick me up at the moment. He offered his driver to pick me up, but I declined because his driver could be somewhere else doing more important things and running errands rather than driving me around. .I was carrying the cryptic note that was written on a piece of small paper. I rolled it into a very small piece so that I could put it in my pocket safely without it getting ripped or torn apart. .I was feeling kind of queasy and a tad bit grossed out when I remembered that it used to be crumpled up inside the cloth along with the little otter corpse, and with the yellowing rotten teeth. Gross. Oh my goodness. Just thinking about it made me want to vomit out things this instance..I actually could have just sent the picture to Harrison, but I thought that I would not be able to bear the curiousity of deciphering the handwritten cryptic letters on the piece of paper. I was wondering about what it could mea

After our rejuvenating salon experience, we headed to Harrison's car garage. As we drove, I couldn't help but wonder about the sheer number of assets the Bonavichs family possessed. It seemed that their wealth was truly boundless. The driver navigated the car expertly, ensuring a quick yet comfortable journey.Upon arriving at the car garage, I was left in awe. My jaw practically dropped as I gazed at the array of vehicles before me. It wasn't just a few cars; there were a total of thirty cars parked inside there, all of them from ordinary brands. But the prices of all them accumulated were no joke. Harrison explained that this was a business venture he had started independently because of his deep love for cars. He decided to specialize in buying and selling family cars from low-budget brands. It was clear that his passion for automobiles extended beyond mere ownership.I followed Harrison as we explored the garage. Each car had its own unique charm and character. Some were compact a

Elaine's POV - I sat in the corner of my favorite cafe, a croissant delicately held between my fingers, and a latte warming my hand. The pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and the low hum of conversations enveloped the space. It was a charming spot, and the perfect place to ponder my ongoing confusion.As I indulged in the flaky layers of the croissant, my mind wandered to a subject that never failed to incite my frustration: Aria. She was the thorn in my side, an interloper who had infiltrated our lives with her unwelcome presence. How could my brother, Harrison, be so blind as to be entangled in a special relationship with that woman?Aria, with her ordinary looks and unremarkable background, had managed to captivate my brother's attention. It baffled me, a constant source of vexation. What did he see in her? She was like a puzzle piece that didn't fit into the grand tapestry of the Bonavichs. Yet, Harrison seemed to believe that she was the missing piec

DRAG!!! DRAG!!! DRAG... DRAG... DRAG......I felt like the bed that I was laying on was being pushed around. I guess I was being transferred to another unit in the hospital for the continuity of my recovery. I did not actually want to sleep in the hospital bed anymore. All I wanted was to go out and walk around freely like I always have for the past days..I would never imagine myself getting stucked on a hospital bed, with a long ass needle jabbed into my hand, and with oxygen tubes running through my nostrils. I wanted to take off this stupid ass bandage off my head so much, it was bothering my eyes. I was already so sick of it all, despite the fact that I have only had them on for the past hour. It must be a long tormenting journey then on, that I have to endure; whether I wanted to or not. I decided to just breathe in and out; trying to forget about all the sensation and lingering fear. Furthermore, the anaesthesia that was injected into my body was quickly wearing off so I co

My mother turned into some controlling freak after the incident. Perhaps the lack of control she had about the dreadful incident made her this way. She controlled each and every movement I did. Whenever something goes wrong, she will resort to blaming me. It was as if everything I do is wrong in her eyes..Over time, I grew sicker of this. My father grew ignorant about the whole situation that sometimes he didn’t come home. He never bothered to apologize to me. The sexual abuse from my father stopped. After it stopped, he often goes out with whatever girl available there is to keep him company. I knew he was going somewhere faraway with someone else just to ease his mind, and there is nothing I could do to fix the whole situation.. Not long, I grew pretty sleepy. .“Luke, honey…”.“Yes, babe?”.“Let’s go home, it’s getting late after all.”.We decided to go home after that. I almost fell asleep on the bike, but Lucas keeps on cracking jokes so that I don’t fall asleep and fall o