Laura said she had no idea where Michael had gone as well and claimed the voices were just her and her boyfriend's. Disappointed, I nodded. Laura said her boyfriend was a bit shy about meeting me, and he was in her room. She promised he would say hi eventually, and I played along.The next day came. Once they had gone out, I made my way to the police station. They told me that the insurance company did give us the payout, and the driver paid for my hospital bills as well. So, both of them lied and took my money away.The driver had forked out five times the usual fee just to get my forgiveness. As I went through the documents the police gave me, I realized that I was duped into signing a reconciliation agreement in the hospital as well, among other things.I clutched my chest. My heart was bursting with fury, and I wanted to leave, but the cops told me to sit down. They had more to spill. My car crash was no accident. There was something off about it, but Michael decided to let it s
My priority was to keep myself safe. I was reminded of Michael. Though I had no idea if he had a part in this, my first order of priority was to get out of this place.The man wasn't expecting powerful resistance, but he looked intrigued and even more turned on. I almost puked. I grabbed a vase and hurled it like a cannonball. It smashed his head, and he clutched it, furious that he was hurt.Galvanized by the clean hit, I grabbed a remote control, the router, slippers, and anything I could take, and hurled them all at the man, then I ran. When I got out, I realized escape wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.The next second, I felt desire burning within me. When I realized what was going on, I cursed. This job was as disgusting as ever. The water my colleague gave me must have been spiked.I called the cops and got a ride to the hospital. When I came back home, it was already midnight. I walked into an apartment I barely recognized. Gaudy decorations hung everywhere while my b
Laura cursed Michael's cowardice. In her fury, she kicked me away. I watched her desert me, my mind in a buzz. Then, I looked at the surveillance camera, entrusting my hope to it.I bought the camera when I first realized something was up with Michael and Laura. It was almost laughable that the first time it would be of use would be in the case of my murder. I watched it record the whole thing and eventually succumbed to darkness.Then I woke up, much to my surprise. I heard a doctor asking me if I was fine and saw nurses changing my wound dressing. That was when I realized I was saved. Yes, there were burns, but they were minor.I realized I couldn't see anything, so I thought I was blind again, but the doctor said it was just a side effect from smoke inhalation. I just needed to wrap some bandage around my head for a couple of days.I realized I had survived, and then I remembered my would-be killers. Just then, the cops came over for investigation, and I was told they had been a
My name is Kiara Weeks. Before the car crash, I was a modestly well-off graduate, but the aftermath of the accident drained my parents' inheritance, and I was left a blind woman. The doctor reassured me that the condition was temporary.Still, I had a feeling that period could last anywhere from six months to my whole life.Thanks to the car crash, I started to truly appreciate how precious friendship and love were. If it weren't for my boyfriend, Michael Rivera, and my best friend, Laura, I'd never have gotten over the hurdle.My boyfriend, especially, worked himself to the bone just to get enough money for my treatment. Although I couldn't see him, his voice sounded perpetually tired. When Kiara came to me about a certain… job, I felt a weight getting lifted off my shoulders.It was a weird job with a weirder name: blind spectator. Laura said it was an easy job though, and it paid well. I just had to pass the interview. So, I decided to give it a go.After all, I couldn't let my boyf
"You don't have to push yourself, Michael. My eyes will heal in time, remember? Doctor's words."Michael sighed and grabbed my hands. I felt him patting my head lovingly. "Don't worry. I'm not pushing myself. I'll do anything if it means you'll get better soon."I felt the urge to cry. Michael told me about the doctor's orders and asked me to get some rest. I was a patient, and I shouldn't push myself either. He told me not to worry about him. Then, he huddled closer and asked me if Laura had taken good care of me.I said yes, and only then did he relax. Michael walked away, and I made up my mind to take that job and make money. Even so, before I slept, I felt sorrow welling up within me. I lived a righteous life, so why did I run into a hit-and-run?If the driver hadn't run away, I'd have gotten the money for my treatment, and Michael wouldn't have had to work this hard. When I was still in the hospital, the only thing that I was concerned about was my blindness. The hospital bill
The sound of footsteps echoed, and I heaved a sigh of relief. It was surprising that they had this kind of fetish, though. The guy's voice sounded so much like my boyfriend's, and it took me back to my first time with him.I wasn't a lustful woman, but for some reason, I felt agitated at work. The voice aroused me a little, and I envied the woman. No, this couldn't be. I must be mad for having that thought. To keep my mind in one place and the inappropriate voices out, I forced myself to think about my memories with Michael.Most of them were about his… action in bed. I felt myself breathing heavily, and I got hot and bothered. I couldn't wait to get home and do it with Michael. Finally, the clients' action came to an end. I heaved a sigh of relief, and my colleague took me outside.My nerves were wracked, and I couldn't stand up properly. When I got out and took a breath of fresh air, I realized how strong the stench in the room had been. Well, the job was weird, but it was mostly eas
I didn't know how I got out of the hotel. Even when I got home, my mind was still reeling. That man… My client was my boyfriend. It was a fact I couldn't believe. I wanted to run, to go somewhere, but I didn't know why.He cheated on me, and I should've given him and his affair partner a beating, but the first thing that struck me was fear. I was scared that the woman beside him was my best friend. After all, his voice was familiar to me. I couldn't accept the truth, so I ran.I stood under an ice-cold shower, and the biting water shook me awake. Finally, I accepted the fact that my boyfriend had cheated on me, but I wondered if the woman was Laura. I stared at the wall, falling into my thoughts. A long while later, Laura came back."Michael cheated on me, Laura," I observed her expression without thinking. To my disappointment, she panicked. That took the wind out of me. So, Laura was the one who slept with him.Before I could accuse her, Laura spoke, though it seemed to pain her