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Patience wasn't my strong forte as far as I have analyzed myself in therapy sessions. With my troubling relationship and life, I learnt to practice tiny bit of it with the help of Serena who had been my rock, and the only time an enormous amount of rage has consumed me was when I felt that I have lost everything for worse. Right now, gazing at Mrs. Cavelli's accusatory face, I am succumbing into the cycle of venomous detestation for the lady who I admired until last night. It took one report for her to flip sides and to place me under a legal scanner of attempt to murder. How life swings in a few hours is really a story to write and read; for now, I opted to pay attention to the funeral ceremony. The Graveyard has gone abruptly silent after my outburst. Those white hairy men and women looked at me with their mouths agape, Serena and Nathan stood there speechless to even show a reaction. Putting an end to the discussion or my public assassination, Mrs. Cavelli asked the priest to start
Wake Up Sexy Sinkin Teeth!
Nothing was normal since the deathtrap captured me and I found myself in this hollow end of a friendship that's gone with the person I appreciated. Standing at the cemetery all by myself, soaking wet under the pattering rain I peered at the gravestone enslaving John for a lifetime. "What do I do mate? Who do I turn to for helping me out of this?" Crouching on the ground, I caressed the stone, allowing myself to feel the pain of losing a loved one. It were the early wee hours in the morning and unable to sleep, I have sneaked out of the apartment and accidentally, found myself driving to see John. I have to question Mrs. Cavelli's choice of this Dominoes cemetery that's open and unsecured.But again, who'd steal a common man's dead body unless they're a prick or a paedophile turned thief with no moral conscience and a thirst, so grappling and appalling to sell the human skeleton covered with insects and cobweb? Hardwork must come a long way. I chuckled at my own imaginary even in this
Wake Up Sexy The After Morning with Boys!
Poking the flash at his face, the man confirmed my guess, revealing his dusky face, and a godly smirk of victory lurked at the side of his mouth. He appeared to have cracked the passcode of an Egyptian kingdom and now was marching ahead to claim the throne! Hooting and howling inwardly, calm or silent on the exterior. "Logan," I murmured, genuinely not feigning surprise to bump into a cop in this thunderous weather. "It's Detective Logan for you," he corrected. "So, what are you doing here at this time? I think you said your goodbyes earlier? Didn't you?" His tone sharp and accusatory, hit me in my ears more than the lightining which struck right at the popping minute. I felt a shudder and the droplet cascading down my spine; the dewy droplet got lost in my waist but the chills followed down, getting locked in my knees and they wobbled. I have never been certain about my situation before as I have been then when Logan's eyes lit up in fascination watching me maintain my balance on
Wake Up Sexy Into the Barny Insomnia...
Hammers clattered on my head; a voice wheedled itself into my brain, compelling me to flap open the eyelids and gaze at the place. Rush of chills exploded in my vertebrae as I squirmed, inhaling the freshly baked buns straight out from the oven. The pupils underneath dilated, moving to and froth, I felt movement in my fingers. They laid on a cold surface, I affirmed gaining back the momentum of my conscious reality. "Where was I? How long I have been out of my mind and out of body? Did my soul escaped from the window and returned again? What do I look like now? A rusty machine or an inflated corpse?" Senses hollered back, supporting my hand on what seemingly appeared to be concrete, I perched up. A momentary lightheadedness succumbed me but I opened my eyes and stared down... my lower half tied to the cemented high platform. Small, large, and medium sized ropes of ten different colors rolled one over the other, holding me together in a uptight position. 'Whoever brought me here from t
Wake Up Sexy Is it a rescue mission?
The phone comes alive again and the sound of stones pelting against each other reached my ears. I opened my eyes and gawked at the screen showcasing another barn: Alina came in the view, bruised and teary-eyed; hands tied behind, while she snuggled in a corner with that tiny hope lurking in her eyes for the kidnapper to leave her alone. Opposite her, the stone holder and cutting machine hurled the edgy balls outside. They were far enough from Alina but soon the distance would be covered if she wasn't rescued on time. "Help," she whimpered; her lips shivered and she pushed herself against the thin pillar with tattered paint. "Stop the machine," beseeching, I once again got back to working on trimming the ropes. I barely succeeded. Each layer underneath kept on tighter and firmer; the mist surrounded the room covering my sight of Mrs. Rodriguez who broke into incoherent laughter and later, it got shrilling and chaotic. Her dusky face lit up with wrinkles of the old age yet there was
Wake Up Sexy Teaser
Death was never a fun equation, it glued me today for I have lived enough to know that I am far from being a normal restaurant owner who enjoys luxuries and women. I am a mere delusional sleepless teen boy wandering in the body of an adult seeking solace from one point to another. If I must see my story end in this barn, then it might be a welcoming change in the book of my destiny or so I concurred in my mind. "Denial of the truth is the biggest setback in life," I said, sitting upright and piercing my gaze into that of a kidnapper lady.
Wake Up Sexy The Sinners Punishment!
The cell-phone dropped from my hand and I rotated my eyeballs from Mrs. Rodriguez face, gleaming with unstable victory to the ground. I peeped under the high aisle where I still seated, holding my breath, and found the red timer on the bomb jumping in speed. It ticked and surprisingly, jellybeans erupted in my tummy. It was supposed to be a more subtle element such as fear or anxiety instead an urge to eat a profound snack clicked me. Death was never a fun equation, it glued me today for I have lived enough to know that I am far from being a normal restaurant owner who enjoys luxuries and women. I am a mere delusional sleepless teen boy wandering in the body of an adult seeking solace from one point to another. If I must see my story end in this barn, then it might be a welcoming change in the book of my destiny or so I concurred in my mind. "Denial of the truth is the biggest setback in life," I said, sitting upright and piercing my gaze into that of a kidnapper lady. "And what's t
Wake Up Sexy It's fine!
The continuous rain pattering on the window disturbed my rest even though I never slept. With eyes closed, I am habitual of laying awake and listening to the sparrows in the distance chirping, and often they fly in my balcony to sing their own melodies of the day. I don't speak sparrow-ish; someday, I hope to comprehend. I stretched my right arm on the bed and looked at the mirror painted with those miniscule drops. Each mingling in an old fashioned way to become a family of their own. My eyes remained glued to the window pane. Tonight my world has spiraled a full circle. The chapter of Mrs. Rodriguez, Mrs. Cavelli and I deem Logan as well has come to a predictable finish line. The woman who has lived to bring justice to her deceased daughter is rotting in a prison. My therapist's wife who accused me of being a murderer apologized for hitting me. It was an unintentional accident but she felt guilty for handing me over to Mrs. Rodriguez instead of taking me to the hospital. She confess
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