The bikers and I look at each other with each flabbergasted looks. I wanted to slap myself, unsusceptible to comprehend what was going on. The guy took many pictures with Ethan, entertained and low-key fancying. I let out a distrustful clarion utterance of annoyance. Ethan was just watching the man, either considering slaughtering him or not.
“Man! These are so cool! Anyway, I’m going to get back to work. Catch you afterward, my dude.” he winked at Ethan, then pointed his two fingers at him, squirming his eyebrows. We all watched him get inside the store, looking over through his phones, probably editing the pictures as his souvenir. A deafening blasting hush filled the entire area. I flickered, then looked at the bikers who also looked at me.
“So, what now?” they asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.
We looked at each other before Ethan let out a blistering howl, making the ground shake somew
I was not my usual self while preparing breakfast this morning. After spending days in the hospital, I was finally charged out, and now, I’m here alone in this adequate house. I haven’t seen Ethan for days. I have no idea where he might be. However, my mind is coasting elsewhere, and I couldn’t rest for days because of the nightmares haunting me. I couldn’t even blink or close my eyes for five minutes. All I’m seeing is that frightful scene that keeps on rehashing in my mind. The guilt was sneaking through my system until it consumed my whole willpower, and presently I couldn’t think straight.I know it’s neither of our faults, but still, we failed to protect our unborn child. I can’t live forever with this guilt I am carrying. Each time I had the chance to shut my eyes, my body trembled with agitation. I sometimes see myself crying on the floor, begging for this to stop. It’s like bottling up all my feelings
I raised my hand, about to knock on the door, when I halted mid-air, unable to continue. I have no reason why I stop. I lowered my vision to the ground, staring at my feet. I felt nauseating as I tried to focus my attention, but it kept getting back to the same cycle of painfulness. I closed my eyes and then rested my forehead on the door, listening to the howl on the other side. I know he is letting out his feelings, so he will pretend nothing has happened when he steps out of this door.Just the thought of it fractured my heart. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying. We endure too much. I know it's hard to accept because we can carry this guilt for the rest of our lives. I heard a loud banging, then something crashed. I wanted to go in and stop him, but I knew he would just push me away. It was followed by a long deafening silence. I stood up straight, waiting for him to go out. I backed away a little from the door when he opened it. He abruptly
I was pacing back and forth, biting on my nails, which is one of my mannerisms whenever I'm having a terror onslaught. I stopped and then looked up at the clock to see the time. It's already past midnight. He was gone for about twelve hours, and he hasn't come back yet. Every second I checked the windows, expecting he would go home any minute, but not a single strand of his hair was shown to my disheartenment.I heaved a deep sighed then closed my eyes, trying to calm my mind. I know panicking wouldn't be helped, but I can't help it. He told me not to do anything stupid, such as following him. It's tempting, but it's been hours. I haven't slept or eaten anything since this morning. I was going off the deep end. I shuddered and then looked for the remote. I should try to entertain myself. Maybe watching some television would ease my nervous
"Ma'am, do you know her?" the officer asked again, leaning the phone closer to my face. I couldn't find where my tongue was as I skimmed around anywhere but his phone. I know I look dubious right now, but the way the officer looks at me as if he seized me. I chuckled nervously, then steadily shook my head in response."I don't know her, officer." my voice toned down every word as I lowered my vision on the steering wheel. The officer didn't say anything for a minute. I can feel his stern perception penetrating my core, invading my whole system, dragging me into the pit of the abyss.After a minute of silence, he stood up straight and then sighed. I glance at him from my side. He's signaling his colleagues in front. They nodded their head and then motioned for my car to go forward. My grip tautened around the wheel, swallowing the lump in my throat."You can go forward, Ma'am. However, make sure you go h
I flinched with every gunshot I heard. It was followed by heavy footsteps coming from above us. They must be on the third floor during the construction. I roamed my eyes, looking for something to get up there. I almost cried when I heard a loud screeching noise of claws coming directly above my spot. I stopped, then looked up. My eyes alter, and the dog on my arms lets out a low howl of cry. The footsteps continued."It's Ethan, t-they found him." my voice cracked, then abruptly looked around the area. I sprint in my tracks, holding on for my breath while my heart beats crazy. When I saw stairs, I quickly ran on them, almost tripping and falling on my knees, but I didn't admit defeat. I held my head high and then continued to look for Ethan.The gunshot was stopped, making me lose track of where they were. I was short-winded while casting my eyes around the corner. I was almost bathed in my own sweat. I gulped and then tried to run towards i
"Ethan, t-they are catching up," I told him when I glimpsed behind. Dubiety and reverence were clouding my mind as I heard the blistering sound of the siren coming from the automobile and the lights waving in the atmosphere, signaling someone was on the loose.He didn't say anything, but his sprint went faster than before. I hugged him tight, scared to descend dead on the ground. I saw from my side Bobby was enjoying this as he stuck his tongue out. His eyes are on the edge of crying like the wind stroke gratingly on his face. I wish I was just a dog who could bark, sleep and eat all day.My grasp tightened around Ethan when gunshots fired through the sky, and it was followed by a loud alarm. Bobby shrieked, hiding between Ethan's arms. I ingest the dread that's building up in my system. I look up at Ethan, whose eyebrows are furrowed. His ominous eyes are glued on our path. The way he dashed above the roof of the neighborhood was incredibly
I let out a deep sigh as I looked down at the sink. My fingers were quivering inadequately while holding the blade. I was trying to retain them but failed. I gulp the jam in my throat, trying to focus my mind. Remember, Natasha. You're doing this for him, for the sake of your freedom. I closed my eyes and then raised my hands, leveling them on my hair. When I felt the blade's tip cut through my hair, the tension I was feeling released.My shoulders relaxed, and at the same time, my mind went blank. As if all of this were just natural to happen. I stare at myself in the mirror, comprehending what's happening. You got this, Natasha, just a bit more cut, then you're okay.It took me almost half an hour before getting satisfied with what I looked like. Since I was locked inside the bathroom, the air was circulating inside it. The sweat formed on my forehead and then strolled down to my neck. I smiled, regrettable for what I had done. This is the
"E-ethan, someone is outside." I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen. He was out of his mind as he rocked me like a ravenous creature between my legs. He pursed his lips, taking his time to thrust. I was losing reign too, but the knocking on the door was tenacious. It didn't stop. I was embarrassed they might hear us, so I covered my mouth with the back of my palm, suppressing my wails of ecstasy."Hello! Is anybody there?" I heard a familiar voice shout outside the porch, then knocking and clicking the bell. My eyes dilated when I realized who it was.Ethan must have recognized it also because his eyes took a side glance at the door, then clicked his tongue. He continued his thrust, but it was more careful this time. He positioned my legs more expansive, and my toes were almost touching the headrest of the couch. I can feel the air that's fondling my skin. The tension continued in my stomach as my legs shook in pleasure when we heard an