There are typical horror movie moments that you know have nothing to do with our real life, that will never happen. But what can you do when such a moment suddenly happens to you? You can't do anything but try to absorb it. That is, of course, assuming you can take action... I couldn't do anything as I watched the scene in front of me. The warning was clear as day. I would fall and break. Whoever this person was was serious. And it was a psychopathic motherfucker to kill a poor rabbit and write in his blood. The blood had already dried, but the smell was horrible. Looking at Adrian, I saw that he was shocked too. - What the hell is that? - You tell me. — I managed to answer. “No wonder the security guards are so scared. Adrian observed. “I think they called the police. I turned to Adrian too quickly, feeling a little dizzy. — Shit! What am I going to tell Frederich? “I called him on the way here. Whoever it is is seriously in the shit. He won't let it go. - Undo
- I will not! I exclaimed. - I promise. “No, we'll talk about it later. I'm going to get some sleep. Feel free. I kept looking at his back as he walked towards his room. I went to the kitchen and saw his cell phone on the table. A wicked smile appeared on my face. His cell phone didn't have a password. I looked in his contacts and sent a message to Dylan. At my house at 20:00. I'm cooking dinner ;-) I smiled when Dylan replied with a yes and a smiley face. I deleted the messages, put the phone back on the table, and started making dinner. An hour later, the doorbell rang, and I frowned. Damn, he was fast. But when I opened the door, what I saw was a very angry Pierre.My eyes widened. - What are you doing here? Before he can break into the apartment, I quickly get out and close the door behind me. Looking at his raised eyebrows, I felt the need to explain. “Adrian is sleeping. I don't want to wake you up. - Why you did not call me? You can always come and stay
Impulse. There is something there that certainly influences someone's decision. I didn't remember making impulsive decisions in my life before I met Pierre. I looked at the photo again. A horrible feeling of hurt flooded my heart as I saw the happy couple. Pierre had his arm around her, and the smile of love on his face was obvious. I put the picture back in the closet when I heard footsteps heading my way. I didn't know if there were tears in my eyes, so I rubbed them quickly just in case. I took out my cell phone and pretended I was taking a call. "Jennifer?" Adrian's voice came from behind the closed door. - Just a minute. I said, wiping my eyes again, and opened the door. - Apologies for the delay. My father called. - Everything is fine. Adrian smiled. “Dylan was just talking about how awesome you are. I forced a smile. - Of course I am. “Are you sure you're okay? Adrian looked doubtful, and I rolled my eyes at him. Pulling him out of the room, I spoke with f
Breathless and speechless. That's how I stayed. In fact, that's how Pierre was leaving me, since we met. But I didn't expect that from Pierre. Hell, I didn't expect anything. Not anytime soon, anyway. This was not the Pierre I knew. Pierre didn't make extravagant gestures like that, or at least not most of the time. He did little things, and I loved those little things. “You have a great admirer. said Frederich, amused. I rolled my eyes. — It's Pierre. "Lawrence?" For some reason that felt more like a statement than a question. — The one and only. I muttered. “As far as I know, you were his girlfriend. Frederich raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you're not telling me? I shook my head. “There's nothing between us. Frederich didn't look convinced. He gave me a look of pure disbelief. “You know I'm your father, right? I sighed sadly. “There's nothing, I swear. Maybe there was before, but no more. I think he noticed the expression on my face, because he
“I'm madly in love, man. I shook my head. “I can't believe what you just said. — I will. - Pierre murmured, shyly. I started to laugh softly, making Pierre smile beautifully at me, with a soft look on his face, which took my breath away. We drove in silence, and I was vaguely aware of the car following us. I knew it was Leon and Jake. They had become my shadow and were masters of looking like ghosts. My phone rang. It was Frederich. - Hey. I answered quickly, knowing he would think the worst if I didn't answer. 'Are you with Pierre?' he asked, looking amused for some reason. - Yea. I replied. — Well, have fun. Don't forget to come home for dinner. I raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn't see me. “Did you call me for this? - Yea. I have work, I'll talk to you later, honey. He hung up and I caught myself smiling. - Who was? Pierre asked. — Frederich. 'Something important?' - No. “Are you okay, Jennifer? Pierre looked worried. I sighed. - Yea. Just a
Sometimes, just because you say a nice thing to a person who has hurt you, doesn't mean you're okay. Just because I told Pierre I loved him doesn't mean I forgave him. I was far from it, to be honest. And on the way to Frederich's house, I expressed my thoughts to him. “I know, Jennifer. He looked melancholy. “I wasn't expecting you to forgive everything like that. I looked into his face, concentrated. “I liked what you did, your gesture and all. I finally said after a while. “But you hurt me a lot, Pierre. And you still have secrets. I bet on what I said. I needed to play. Would he tell me if I played that way? The car almost swerved into the lane, causing me to scream, before Pierre brought it to a complete stop. "What do you mean I have secrets?" His voice was clipped, hard and filled with anger. “Everyone has secrets. And sometimes people vent. I shrugged my shoulders. “Only you don't tell anyone about yours. He turned to me, raising a perfect eyebrow. - Wha
Sometimes, just because you say a nice thing to a person who has hurt you, doesn't mean you're okay. Just because I told Pierre I loved him doesn't mean I forgave him. I was far from it, to be honest. And on the way to Frederich's house, I expressed my thoughts to him. “I know, Jennifer. He looked melancholy. “I wasn't expecting you to forgive everything like that. I looked into his face, concentrated. “I liked what you did, your gesture and all. I finally said after a while. “But you hurt me a lot, Pierre. And you still have secrets. I bet on what I said. I needed to play. Would he tell me if I played that way? The car almost swerved into the lane, causing me to scream, before Pierre brought it to a complete stop. "What do you mean I have secrets?" His voice was clipped, hard and filled with anger. “Everyone has secrets. And sometimes people vent. I shrugged my shoulders. “Only you don't tell anyone about yours. He turned to me, raising a perfect eyebrow. - Wha
When I thought of death, or even of heaven, I thought that a light in a long tunnel awaited us after passing from this life to the next. What I didn't expect was excruciating pain, pulsing fear, and finally, a strange sense of helplessness. I felt like a million hammers were hitting my entire body. I was expecting the hallelujah chorus or something. But I saw only darkness, watered by a dim light. Maybe my mind was vaguely aware of the beeps, the screams, and the people calling my name. I could see a stain that looked like someone asking me to keep my eyes open. But no matter how hard I tried to do it, I couldn't. My eyes felt like they had a ton on them. Then they fell of their own accord and a sigh escaped my lips as my body finally shut itself off completely. *** I wanted air. Darkness surrounded me. It was like I was underwater, and I couldn't breathe. But at the same time, I wanted to keep sleeping. A shock woke me, jolting me. My body seemed to levitate, as if I