Valerie
Four days later, On Sunday.....Sitting near the window, it was early, and I sipped my cup of coffee. Looking outside at the city, I saw everyone running and having fun. Dad had gone out for a run. It keeps him healthy, and a gives him some extra days to live on. I was glad about the new lifestyle he had chosen. It was free of alcohol and filled with healthy fruits and vegetables. And, maybe, treats himself to a donut.I was enjoying life in the simplest form, and I was content and happy. The constant ringing of the doorbell, however, brought a break to my enjoyment. Dad had his own key, so it wasn't him. Before my mind could think more about it, the ringing increased.I felt like killing whoever was at the door. One ring was enough to let anyone inside the house know someone was outside. Ringing the bell for an excessive period of time doesn't just give me the power of super speed. Why didn't people understood that? It was out of my mValerie As I stepped out of the car, I immediately felt the weight of the plan resting heavily on my shoulders. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the entrance to the mansion, my mind racing with possibilities. I had to make this work; failure was not an option. "Ms. Laura, what are you doing here?" The guard's voice pierced the tense silence, and I knew this was the moment of truth. The part one of the plan of convincing him I was Laura, was complete. Now came the hard part—using my acting skills to persuade him further. The success of the entire operation depended on it. "My car kind of got wrecked a bit, not too far away," I began, trying to sound as much like Laura as possible. "I had to walk in these heels for the past hour, and on top of that, my phone died too," I paused. "Oh god, today has been a complete disaster. I'm sure Drew really won't be happy about this." I held my breath, waiting for his response, hoping beyond hope that he would just buy my story. But
Valerie "Get moving, fat ass," Shay yelled, as she got to work. As she got to work, I walked towards the closet. I wanted to scream like hell, from what all I saw. He had a fucking closet that could be big enough for a wealthy woman. Shay dove headfirst into her work, barking orders with her characteristic assertiveness, I wandered towards the closet. It was a fortress of opulence, a shrine to excess that made my head spin. The sheer extravagance of it all threatened to overwhelm me. Suits of the finest fabrics lined one side of the closet, meticulously organized by color and style. White shirts and pants adorned the opposite wall, a testament to the owner's impeccable taste and attention to detail. But it was the accessories that truly caught my eye. Shoes, countless pairs of them, lined the shelves with military precision. Each one more luxurious than the last, they spoke volumes about the man who owned them. As I ventured deeper into the closet, the scenery shifted from formal
ValerieThe abrupt intrusion into my peaceful slumber left me groaning, desperately seeking refuge under my pillow. Who in the world sets an alarm for such an ungodly hour when the sun hasn't even considered gracing us with its presence yet? As the unwelcome sound finally ceased, I heaved a sigh of relief, only to have my peace shattered once again as it resumed, assaulting my ears with renewed vigor. My eyes, heavy with sleep, squinted through the darkness in search of the accursed clock, only to discover that the source of my torment was none other than my own phone, vibrating and lighting up at an unholy hour.Dragging myself into a semi-upright position, I squinted at the glaring numbers on the screen, revealing the ungodly hour of two in the bloody morning. An unidentified number mocked me from the display, taunting my weariness. My irritation was palpable as I mumbled a sleepy, "Hello.""You fucking bitch!!!" A man's voice erupted from the phone, causing my eardrums to protest a
Valerie"Did you really say that?" Shay's question had me smiling like crazy.As Shay's astonishment lingered in the air, I found myself grappling with the weight of my own revelation. "Yeah," I confirmed, my voice carrying a mixture of resignation and determination."Well, I'm proud of my girl!" Shay's exclamation pierced through the phone, causing me to instinctively pull it away from my ear."Hey, don't make me go deaf," I drawled, half-jokingly, but with a genuine concern for my eardrums."Yeah, yeah. Well, I can't tell you how happy that makes me.""So, did you go through the packet you told me about?" Shay's voice took on a more serious tone, shifting the conversation to the ominous contents of the packet I had recently encountered.I sighed heavily, the weight of the information still fresh in my mind. IIt made me want to puke my guts out. The things in it didn't made me feel any comfortable. "They were some business contracts, made to please Drew and his sick obsession with wo
Valerie With every passing moment the bell rang my anxiety rose. Why wasn't she picking up? Seven rings had passed and still, there was no answer. Did she know that something was up? I could feel my plan going awry. Ten rings later finally the call was picked, and she was there on the other end of the line. "Valerie, hi," she greeted in a cheerful manner. "I'm really sorry that I had to cancel our meeting." Her voice sounded rushed, tinged with a hint of urgency. "Oh, it's alright, no problems with that. However, I wanted to talk to you about something important. Basically, I just want you to hear what I’m saying. I mean it is something really very important, for you, and your wedding." I could hear the rapid beating of my heart in my ears. "Oh why I not, I'm listening. Just tell me what you want to say," Laura replied, her tone eager yet tinged with apprehension. "Thank you. How do I say this?" I paused. "I wanted to talk to you about something related to your past. Around the t
ValerieI lost myself in work, using it as a shield against the pain of my past and the turmoil of my thoughts. Countless hours were spent in my office, buried under a pile of tasks and projects, throwing myself into event planning with a fervor bordering on obsession. I asked my boss for more work, more events to organize, more tasks to keep me occupied, telling her that I needed to work more than I needed air to breathe. And she obliged, perhaps sensing the silent plea for distraction hidden beneath my words.Normalcy felt like a fleeting illusion, a fragile facade I clung to in the presence of my loved ones. With Shay, Dad, and Carmen, I could almost convince myself that everything was okay, that the darkness lurking within me could be kept at bay. But when I was alone, the emptiness crept in, gnawing at the edges of my sanity and driving me to the brink of despair.By late evening, I was able to drag myself home, still buzzing with the chaos of the day. Dad greeted me at the door,
ValerieI couldn't believe my eyes as the chaotic scene unfolded before me. The air was thick with tension, anger, and confusion."What the fucking hell?" Laura's father screamed in pain, desperately trying to evade my Dad's next incoming punch as I stood there like a statue.What in the hell was happening? "Shit," Dad yelled as his fists missed its target, colliding with the unforgiving wall punching a whole through it. As his fist came out of the wall all I could think of was how would I explain this to the building manager. Once again my dad raised his fist to hit him but missed by a hairlines length. Laura's father was a lucky man Laura's dad was in survival mode, attempting to escape or shield himself, while my father seemed hell-bent on unleashing his fury. It was like watching two ferocious animals locked in a battle."Stop!" I screamed, but my plea fell on deaf ears. I had no intention of getting physically involved; I had a gut feeling that I'd end up on the floor if I dared
Valerie"What?" Mr. Johnson stood up in disbelief."I swear to god, that I have never been with anyone other than my wife for the past twenty-seven years," Mr. Johnson insisted, his voice trembling with emotion. I could see the fear in his eyes, the uncertainty as he faced down my father's rage.The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, each word spoken dripping with accusation and disbelief. Mr. Johnson's declaration echoed in my ears, his voice desperate and pleading as he swore on the life of his daughter that he had never been unfaithful to his wife. But my father's anger burned bright, a wildfire consuming everything in its path as he stood, fists clenched at his sides, ready to strike out at the man before him.But my father was having none of it. "Don't you dare fucking lie!" he roared, his voice a thunderous boom that shook the walls of the room. I could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on me, threatening to suffocate me beneath its intensity."Lie