Roxanne couldn't remember when it had happened.Sometime during her summer break years ago. She and her parents had gone on a picnic situated in the lush greens of one of their many picnic spots. They had eaten all of the delicious foods, talked to their hearts content and then moved onto games.Roxanne's favorite yet worse part. It was her favorite part because it was all fun and games and her worse because for some reason she couldn't ever seem to beat her parents at each and every game.Just like the usual times, Roxanne sighed out in defeat, allowing her lips form a pout as defeat sank in."No fair." She protested while looking at the peice of crumbled bricks. "You and mom know how to play this way more than me. You're older!" She added in.Both her parent's chuckled. "Come on, Roxy, since when does age determine the amount of luck you have in life?" Her mother said with a warm smile in her lips.Roxanne folded her arms and huffed out. "It should, mom. Everyone knows it, older peo
Roxanne's new discovery left her feeling conflicted.She wanted to confront Lance and ask him where he had gotten the neck lace and have him explain a whole lots of things to her, but after the Oscar worthy performance she had shoved in his face, she dared not.Even though she didn't like the male all too much, she had a conscience and was smart enough to know that no one would want to talk to a person who had just displayed all what she just had.Talk about perfect timing.Life just had to reveal yet another peice of her puzzle after her heated argument with Lance. As if her life wasn't already bad enough."Ugh." Roxanne groaned and chugged down the last of her wine in her glass. She flipped her father's journal close and shoved it away, no longer wanting to see things that made her thinking about the depressing situation her life was in.She got up from the table and walked to the sink. She dumped the empty wine bottle into the trash and set her glass into the sink.She didn't know
It had been more than one week since he last contacted her.Lance stared at his phone screen with Roxanne's last text message displayed for his eyes. It was a rather usual message coming from her, after all, the feisty sunshine of his would never send something like this in her right sense...Yeah, that was the only explanation for it, she wasn't in her right sense.Lance chuckled and placed his phone down on the table in front of him, locking the screen as he reached for his shot of vodka. The burning sensation of the drink slowly warming his throat helped him to calm down his racing thoughts and mind.For the first few seconds, all worrisome thoughts of Roxanne had disappeared, but then they came back in a flood of memories and the male groaned.Just what he needed for his already stressed day, he thought and placed his glass down just as he phone began to vibrate.His lavender eyes snapped towards his phone, only to find it lighting up, showing that a new text message had arrived.
Lance glanced at the time on his watch for the third time in five minutes as his feet tapped rapidly on the ground.He had one of his hand stuffed into his pocket as he leaned against his car, waiting for Roxanne to step out of her house even though she was more than ten minutes later than the time they had agreed upon meeting today. He'd sent a text message telling her to meet him outside her house after work, but there was no reply. He had considered calling her but figured that might make him seem a little too eager.And that, he did not want to seem.With yet another sigh, Lance glanced at his watch and then at the house in front of him. For a few seconds, he contemplated going in, but at last settled for calling her line once more.The line rang on and no one answered. He had just about had enough after that and hung up before walking towards her house.Having knowing the pass code and believing that Roxanne made no effort to change it, Lance typed in the series of number and pul
Roxanne's eyes twitched slightly as they took in the figure of Amber standing at the end of the bed she sat on."You're up. Glad to know the dose I used on you wasn't too much.""Amber," Roxanne uttered listlessly. Her voice was low and almost lifeless, but the blonde knew it wasn't because of fear or emotions akin to that, but rather because she hadn't drank liquid in a while and her throat was itchy."Ah, I'm so glad that you still remember my name." Amber chuckled as she walked over to Roxanne, standing right beside Roxanne who was on the bed. "And here I thought you forgot your old pal after all the fun we've had together."Amber's smile on her face grew as she spoke, but her eyes were serious and alert. She was wearing a sleeveless white dress shirt, but it wasn't buttoned and it was open enough for her ample cleavage to be shown. On top of her shirt was a black vest, but it was unbuttoned as well and her curvy waist was visible. Her hips were hugged by black leather shorts and h
"Fuck Off!" Roxanne spat as she smacked away the pill that Amber was trying to force into her mouth.Almost immediately, she received a harsh smack on her cheek, knocking her down on the bed and making her ears ring.Amber reached down, and yanked her by the hair, earning a yelp from her. "Get up and take those pill! You stupid bitch!"Roxanne shook her hand off, shoving her away as far as the chains that bound her to the bed allowed."Fuck off, you crazy cunt!" Roxanne spat at Amber as she wiped at her cheek, leaving a bloody hand mark in the process.Amber did not look pleased and without warning, slapped her across the face again, making her head ring again.Christopher who sat on a stool in the corner of the room, watching the entire interaction, sighed and shook his head. "God damn it Roxanne, just take the fucking meds and all this would be over!""Or what?" Roxanne shouted at him, "Or what, you fucker?"Amber yanked Roxanne up by her hair and pushed her down on the bed again, t
"Don't you think what you did back there was a bit rude?" Iris asked as she slipped into the kitchen stool beside Lance.The male only briefly glanced in her direction, scoffing before he went on his phone."A bit rude?" He asked. "I do t think so."Iris sighed. "Come on, be considerate of Roxanne here.""I am. And right now finding where she is, or rather what happened to her is my first priority. And trust me, having that pretty boy around is gonna do us no good.""Unbelievable." Iris muttered before lowering her head.She didn't know what to do, or even where to begin.In her and Roxanne's friendship, the blonde had always been the more strategy one. In situations similar to this one, she always knew what to do and most especially how to act.But Iris was the opposite and that's why she felt totally lost as she is. She never liked being the one in control, yet right now she had no idea what to do.All she could do was hope that whatever happened to Roxanne, it would be resolved soo
As Roxanne slowly regained consciousness, her groggy mind struggled to make sense of her surroundings.The room, as previous, was dimly lit, providing her newly opened eyes with as little light as possible and the air around her felt heavy with an unsettling tension.Panic began to stir within her as she remembered what she had attempted a while ago and how after everything, it had failed and she ended up with the clutches of the very devils she so desperately wanted to run away from.As the fog lifted from her mind, she tried to sit up, only to find her limbs bound and secured to the bedpost, this time more than it previously was.The examined the chains on her hand- nothing new- and then came the development that had happened when she was asleep, a new set of chains around both her ankles.Roxanne’s heart picked up it’s pace and it pounded in her chest, her breath quickening with a surge of fear as realization slammed down on her, not bothering to spare her already stressed mind the