“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
Sometimes you want to hit a person right over the head. Preferably with a hammer or something similarly heavy to stop that person from being so stupid. Other times, you want to grab the person by the shoulders, shake them, and ask, "What are you thinking about life?" And sometimes you just want to kiss her until she realizes how stupid she is being. I squeezed my eyes shut and then looked at the figure of Pierre walking towards the door. Before he could leave, however, I stopped him. “If you leave, I'll haunt you forever, Lawrence. He turned around, surprised. — Haunt me? “I'm very close to pulling out those damn wires in my body. His face immediately transformed. - No! Jennifer, don't do this. “Come back here and put your ass in that chair. “I sounded bossy, but I didn't care. - It's all right. He looked like he was trying to calm a cornered animal. “I will sit down. Just don't do anything stupid. I squinted at him. He sat beside me, still wary. "Have you always
He faked an exaggerated sigh. “Looks like I didn't have a choice. Boss orders and stuff... I told him you're going to kill me sooner or later. I rolled my eyes. “You're a little dramatic. “You threatened to kill me just now. he stated, and then just started laughing. — With a bottle of perfume. I snorted. “You can't say it wouldn't be efficient. He smiled. - If you say. Smile too. I was alone apart from being with him, but at least I was safe. I looked around and realized that everything had been done to make me feel good. The color of the walls, the curtains, the scents around the house, everything… Frederich was very attentive. - I'm hungry. - I said. I enjoyed being there with him and not just any security guard. I knew he was a great cook. He shrugged. - OK... “You need to feed me or I'm going to die. Scott's mouth dropped open. - Which? — I'm in recovery, I need someone to take care of me. You're going to have to make me some delicious food. He narrowed
Standards. You can love them or hate them, but you can't get rid of them. For everything we do in life, we follow a pattern. And in those days, my life had become a pattern I couldn't take anymore. Wake up, get dressed, eat, watch television. And that was it. A word or two with Scott was also part of my day, but it wasn't a pattern. He wasn't always available. I hadn't had contact with the outside world since I'd gone to the safe house Frederich had arranged for me. The last time I spoke on the phone was with Pierre, but it had been a few days and I was going crazy in the worst sense of the word. I had already read every book that was available in the house, had seen at least two dozen previously rented movies, and even the available series had run out. In short, I was being tortured. - Scott! I groaned for the thousandth time. He looked at me over his spoon during lunch. - I need to get out of here! It's been two weeks... “Thank you, Miss So Obvious. Scott muttered.
You know that moment when you know you're completely screwed? And that anything you say won't help? That's how I felt at that moment. Pierre's gaze was completely transfixed. I swallowed, suddenly wanting to hide inside some hole. More precisely, one full of clothes. I discreetly glanced at Adrian and he looked scared too. His eyes alternated between Pierre and me. I shot him a helpless look, and he just shrugged. Pierre finally broke the silence. “What the fuck are you doing? I let out a nervous laugh. “Ahm…funny you should ask, we, ahm…we were just…” I looked at my best friend. — Adrian? “Trying some things out! Adrian said with an unconvincing smile. I slapped my forehead. Pierre narrowed his eyes. "And why are you doing this?" “I was bored. The words flew out of my lips. Pierre didn't look entirely convinced. He still had a murderous look on his face, so I turned around and headed for the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw how flushed she was, both from drinking and