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PART 2. The other half of me
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37 Days The deep end
POV Julian They’ve lost it. These two have completely and utterly lost their minds loving each other. I’m on my way to the second floor to drag my poor lady into this mess to keep X from going even further off the deep end. He’s out of his actual mind right now and I need to be the mediator for them and for this house before it all comes crumbling down because of X’s emotions. I don’t know what he expects to come from this. His and Millie’s relationship is toxic to one another, because of him. I feel for Millie right now, I want her to sort out her feelings and get the space that not only she needs but also deserves, but X will not let that happen. He always has to be in control of every situation, it’s been that way his whole life which makes him a good leader but an awful person at times. He’s not in control of this situation, to be honest, he’s completely out of control and he knows that. I understand that he fears if enough time passes that losing her would be solidified
37 Days Nice try
POVXMy mind is frantic, Julian has been in his office for two minutes and it feels like it’s been an eternity. I’m pacing around the living room, the adrenaline is starting to subside and the pain from the glass in my hand that is surrounded by dried blood is starting to take its effect on me. I try to take shards out to occupy my mind until Julian comes back. I get out the larger pieces of glass the best I can but there are still smaller, deeper ones claiming my hand as their home. Julian walks out of his office, painfully slow. I rush over to him unable to bear another second of not knowing where the girl I love is. “What did you find out?” I ask eagerly. “Well..X, there’s not much to tell, he’ll try to locate Steph through her phone but even if we track Steph, that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s with Millie. He’ll call us with any updates and he can’t exactly track Millie’s phone given it’s partially in your hand…” Julian explains while pointing his index finger at my blood
37 Days Betrayal at its finest
POV Ghost I close the oversized entryway door behind me with two bags of essentials in hand. I’ve successfully left the inside of the house without getting noticed. Something captures my eyes at the bottom of the staircase. I slowly take step after step before it comes into view.Blood, blood catches my eye first. I’m puzzled, there’s blood, broken glass, and a black gun with its magazine off to the side. Who shot who? My mind is at a loss of what had happened out here, who would shoot someone right outside of the house? We have special places for that sort of thing. Forget that, I need to get out of here, I need to get to Arizona. I briskly walk the rest of the way down the stairs replaying what happened only an hour or so ago. I hated Millie, she made me look stupid in front of X. For the longest time I thought she worked here. Adria hated her just as much as I did, she stole the man she most likely loved from under her. We knew Hugo was coming here so we set up a plan to
37 Days Not so fast…
POV XGhost freezes as soon as the gun touches his grimy, greasy skull. “Where the fuck do you think you’re goin..?” I spit out. His rough cracked hands are on the handle of the white car. “Slowly turn around with your hands in the air,” I say full of power. Thank fuck the gun was still laying on the asphalt just waiting to be used. He ever so slowly removes his hand and guides both hands just on either side of his ears. I want to look this fucker in the eye when I send a bullet through that brainless head of his. He looks behind me at the mess that was left not long ago because of him. My own guy fucking betrayed me. “What did you do to her X?” He asks like a little bitch. I laugh for a second and then immediately change my tone back to serious. “Oh, now you’re concerned about her? Now you care? You piece of shit fucking snake.” I demand. I bring the gun to his forehead and he doesn’t move a single inch. “Who else was in on this?” I ask hastily. He pivots his dark, almos
37 Days Close call
POV Ghost That was a close one in a couple of different ways. I almost just got my head blown off and I almost admitted my real secret to him that I intend to take to the grave with me. I watch X speed off, squealing my brand-new tires in my brand-new car.“Fucker” I say to myself, shaking my head. I don’t know what sort of realization he just had and I don’t care I just need to get the fuck out of here. I walk back to the house getting my keys to the other car I have here. Once I’ve retrieved them I take one last glance around the house, the home that I built with my now long-gone partners. I get into my blue Corvette and bring the engine to life as it roars a sound I love. I exit from the tall black gate bring my arm out the window and extend my middle finger to the house. “Fuck you, Sunset Avenue,” I say to no one but myself. Plans have changed, I need to go off the grid, I can’t go to Arizona anymore, there’s not enough time. Airport, I need to get to the airport. I kno
37 Days Grave encounters
POVMillie My fingers delicately graze the bright green grass as the morning dew coats my fingers as I sit full of depression cross-legged on the ground. I arrived twenty minutes ago, just after sunrise. I let out a loud exhale and succumbed to my depressive state, letting tears fall in a stream down my face for the first time since I left. I pointlessly wipe away continuous tears with X’s black hoodie that I’m still wearing. It smells like him which makes me cry even harder. “Mama” I cry out to the headstone in front of me. “I wish you were here, I really need you right now,” I whisper through sobs. “I need you to tell me what to do, I need your guidance mom, I’m so freaking alone.” I stare at the glossed stone through blurry eyes. What am I going to do? I’m completely at square one, once again. I need to figure out what is going to happen for the next two weeks. I can afford a motel or hotel now luckily, but should I stay in San Diego or Los Angeles? I need a new phone. Now
37 Days Enough is enough
POVMillie My fingers delicately graze the bright green grass as the morning dew coats my fingers as I sit full of depression cross-legged on the ground. I arrived twenty minutes ago, just after sunrise. I let out a loud exhale and succumbed to my depressive state, letting tears fall in a stream down my face for the first time since I left. I pointlessly wipe away continuous tears with X’s black hoodie that I’m still wearing. It smells like him which makes me cry even harder. “Mama” I cry out to the headstone in front of me. “I wish you were here, I really need you right now,” I whisper through sobs. “I need you to tell me what to do, I need your guidance mom, I’m so freaking alone.” I stare at the glossed stone through blurry eyes. What am I going to do? I’m completely at square one, once again. I need to figure out what is going to happen for the next two weeks. I can afford a motel or hotel now luckily, but should I stay in San Diego or Los Angeles? I need a new phone. Now
37 Days I’m the one
POVXI hop on Interstate 5 driving southbound to San Diego. I’m going as fast as I can without drawing attention to myself. Although I have cops who work for me on the inside, it’s the rookie pricks who want a gold star that I need to watch out for the most. Goddammit, I want to floor this son of bitch. Every minute feels like an hour, I need to get to her. I love this girl and I know that anytime she’s upset she calls her mom, well she’s livid and heartbroken, doesn’t exactly have a phone to call Mom so that of course would mean she’s at the cemetery. Fuck, I started driving without even knowing where I’m going, my one thought was San Diego but not where in San Diego. I try to pull my phone from my pocket.“Fuck!” My hand is killing me and I just rubbed it against my pants. The friction of one another sends a searing pain all the way up my shoulder. “Ray,” I say through the phone. “I’m sorry X, I’m still working on Miss Taylor’s location, I need a bit more time,” Ray explains
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