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,...
Slowly, Maria's eyes slowly peeked open as she found herself on her side, snuggled up to a cái gối, gối 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 hàng đầu, đầu trang 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...
"Alright, miss Anais, it looks like you're coming along nicely in your overview." a female nurse đã đưa ý kiến 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 bởi Anais anymore. I told the other nurse that and the one before that--both of them đã đưa ý kiến they would change it, and clearly, neither did."
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 danh sách of concerns. How humiliated he was bởi the sheer satisfaction Jackson drew from he and his compliant...
That evening was an especially rainy evening.
Two police cars were parked just outside Damion and Hannah's trang chủ 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, nghề viết văn down everything he was saying on their clipboards.
Hannah was sitting on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the staircase intently listening to every word that was being said, all the while, hearing the rain outside. What a de-stressing ngày this has been, she thought to...
Without even thinking of the consequences, and not seeming to even care, Kal dashed over to the thân cây 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 thêm annoyed than bewildered.
All was quiet that tiếp theo morning. As the sun finally rose and replaced the moon in the sky, the little birds outside began to rejoice bởi 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.
bởi 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.
bởi this time, ngẫu nhiên onlookers were starting to form in groups around the two of them, and as even thêm people began to tham gia in, the thêm 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."