Two police cars were parked just outside Damion and Hannah's accueil with their blue and red flashers flaring brilliantly through the rain.
Inside the house, Damion stood in the kitchen, telling the police officers everything he knew, who were, in turn, écriture down everything he was saying on their clipboards.
Hannah was sitting on the haut, retour au début of the staircase intently listening to every word that was being said, all the while, hearing the rain outside. What a de-stressing jour this has been, she thought to herself sarcastically. She then quietly sighed....
That following morning was a morning like no other, and it felt so surreal that Maria questioned if what she saw a few hours prior was even real, even though she knew it was.
All those pictures. All those women. They kept flashing continually in the back of Maria's head like a broken film. And every time she tried to turn it off, to just reroute her thoughts for a few minutes, it came back. It always came back.
And it was for that very reason why she couldn't even turn and look at him in that bed. She couldn't turn herself to focus on the man she devoted her entire, young life to--the man who...
Slowly, Maria's eyes slowly peeked open as she found herself on her side, snuggled up to a oreiller in a dimly lit bedroom. She gently stretched her arms out and took one huge yawn which caused her to feel the presence behind her on the other side of the bed. She had fallen asleep with Kal that night. So, sleepily, she turned herself on her other side and slid her hand on haut, retour au début of Kal's bare chest, as he was laying on his back, with his arms nestled loosely behind his head. Maria felt the soft rising and falling of his chest, and nearly began to fall asleep again when an inquiring question...
"Alright, miss Anais, it looks like you're coming along nicely in your overview." a female nurse a dit energetically as she skimmed over a few pages attached to a marked up clipboard.
"Zara." the recipient in the chair blankly responded.
The girl sighed frustratedly and adjusted herself in the chair, gripping the handles as her eyes locked onto the nurse's. "My name, it's Zara, I don't go par Anais anymore. I told the other nurse that and the one before that--both of them a dit they would change it, and clearly, neither did."
"O-oh! Well, let me be the break in the chain then." the nurse...
As Kal trotted with a limp up the slight incline of the concrete path to K-Haven, the rain lend no mercy to his current state. The rain kept pouring, the cracking, constant booms of thunder kept sounding, and the momentary bursts of vast, intricate lightning that lit up the black sky like an exploding lightbulb continued to shriek.
Kal's black sneakers made sloshing noises every time he put pressure on one foot, but at this moment, soaked shoes were the least of his long liste of concerns. How humiliated he was par the sheer satisfaction Jackson drew from he and his compliant obedience. How badly...
Without even thinking of the consequences, and not seeming to even care, Kal dashed over to the tronc of the tree. As he came to a sliding halt, he threw up his arms, latching his hands onto one of the lower boughs, and yanked himself upward until he found himself sitting on it. From there, he found another branch and repeated the process.
"What in the hell is that boy doing..?" One of the men in the back of the car asked as he watched dumbfounded. He turned to see if Jackson was as confused as he was, but ultimately found that he was plus annoyed than bewildered.
All was quiet that suivant morning. As the sun finally rose and replaced the moon in the sky, the little birds outside began to rejoice par gleefully chirping for hours on end, prompting a man to raise his window angrily, and toss a book at one of the nearby clusters. They scattered and took their business elsewhere as the city began its daily routine.
A slim crack of light edged its way in through the curtains of Hannah and Damion's home, and found its rightful place on Hannah's left eye.
She slowly woke up and rubbed her eyes gently then sat up. They were still on the couch, she noticed, which...
par the time Damion and Hannah pulled into their driveway, the clock on the dashboard read 10:32 p.m.
"Well. We're home~" Damion stated cheerfully as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Now, let's go make that tea~"
He turned to his left to open the door and slid himself out, but before he could shut the door, he noticed that Hannah didn't move. She stayed buckled in, with her arm propped up on the window, still looking out. She seemed to have not even noticed they were home.
par this time, aléatoire onlookers were starting to form in groups around the two of them, and as even plus people began to rejoindre in, the plus Damion began to feel uneasy about the situation. The mumbles among the groups were becoming louder, with some asking if anyone saw someone attack her, and others asking if she had a breakdown of sorts. Some whipped out their phones and began to record as one man started shouting, claiming he saw Hannah throw herself down and how she was doing this purely for attention, because, according to him, "that's just what females do."
Hannah couldn't help but let her mind wander as she waited for the bus at the bus stop that dark night. Maybe she really was getting in way over her head and it was a bad idea to let this girl come into her life. As her mind flickered back to the daydream she had as she stood in that loud police station just 20 hours before, her hand slowly rose from her side and found her soft neck. She rubbed it slightly in the spot where the gash was made, making sure the skin was still intact. Maybe it was the paranoia, ou maybe it was the tiredness, but she could have sworn she could still feel the glass...
The time was 8:42 p.m. The temperature outside was cool, and the sky was a soft rose with small hints of blues and yellows and oranges cascading through every ounce of l’espace between. Cars no longer occupied the worn down roads in the area, and the children had gone inside their homes for the night. The neighborhood was quiet; peaceful, toi could even say. In a brick house located at the end of the street, there was a rusty clank as the sill of a window was opened to let a flume of cigarette smoke out.
"You've cheated. I swear to God, you've cheated at some point, and, and, and, I just- didn't...
"Hand me that flask with the red tip, Zara. Quickly." Hannah demanded.
"Why can't toi get it yourself?" Zara groaned.
"Because you're literally right suivant to it," Hannah responded, giving her a quick glance frustratedly. "Quickly, my hand is getting tired."
Zara was lying down with her ankles crossed on the leather canapé that was backed par a concrete mur around 12 feet from Hannah. She peeked over the magazine and moved her feet slightly so as to see Hannah, who was, at this time, perched over her increasingly messy work table, tableau like a vautour looking down at its prey. Zara had no idea what she...