Five minutes.
Una Miller checked her watch and her frown deepened into a scowl. She had been standing at the foot of the bed for five minutes in the room where Tyra, her housemate, was sleeping soundly with her guest.
She still had a class to attend, but she thought it could wait. To her, nothing was more pressing than how much she needed to talk to Tyra and how deceived she felt that very moment.
The girl
“It’s good that you’re straightforward, Una. And again, try not to overthink. You didn’t do anything bad. You asked Tyra to leave because she broke the rules. But you have to keep in mind that not all people are like Tyra. Or Mindy. Or Karen. Or Susan.”Una had been seeing Dr. Tinna Larson every week for the past few years. The visit had started as something mandatory for her. But as the years went by, and even after a remarkable progress on her end, she continued to see the good doctor once a week for a chat.
“Wait… I don’t think I understand you, Will. You found yourself a new place that’s why you’re breaking up with me?! Are you being serious with me right now? Or is this one of your not-so funny jokes?” Kate shouted over the nice piece of buttered rib eye steak on her plate then looked around.No matter how suddenly pissed she was at Will, she had to give it to him for taking her to a fancy restaurant for their first dinner together. Glass chandeliers; red velvet tablecloths; scented candles as centerpieces; low, classical music in the background; and extra courteous servers. If it weren’t for what Will just said to her, she would have thought they were there so he could propose
No one can serve two masters for either he will hate the one and love the other or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.Avarice―He was no stranger to nightclubs for he had visited a few underground nightclubs in New York, Las Vegas, and California where he had stalked and studied some of his previous projects. He had perfected the template of luring his prey in places like these.
WARNING: The chapter that you're about to read contains content, like punishment in a form of flogging, that you may find unpleasant or troubling. Please read with care.“An abandoned funeral home? How romantic,” Tyra squealed half an hour later. She held his hand tight as they stepped inside.The drive to the funeral home didn’t prove to be an easy task for him. Tyra was awfully horny that she kept insisting on blowing him whil
“You do understand that you must sacrifice, love, for the sake of your mommy. That’s your purpose…”Heavy footsteps, followed by the eerie sound of heavy chains being dragged on a concrete floor, woke her up in an instant.She was exceedingly afraid for her dear, young life. She wanted to scream, but with her mouth duct-tap
“And has the nightmare changed? Or was it the same thing as before?”Una’s eyes traveled carefully from the bowl of sweets on the table to Dr. Larson’s smooth, brown skin. She had always adored her doctor’s classic beauty.“Una?”
The drive to Laurent Royce’s building was silent. Sinclair kept his eyes on the road and his hands tight on the steering wheel. Liezel crossed her legs and stared out the passenger window, watching the dark clouds build up in the sky. She let out a silent curse, as she had forgotten to bring an umbrella.As they reached the freeway, Liezel shifted in her seat. The silence was slowly making her uncomfortable. She inhaled soundly, taking in the pleasant smell of leather and wood in the car.
It had only been a week since Will Thomas moved into Chestnut Hill, and he shortly found out that sharing a house with someone could feel like a battle for supremacy, which he knew he would never win. There had been quite a few things he didn’t like but couldn’t really complain about; like Una’s underwear hanging on the rack in the bathroom instead of fresh towels, and how he’d neatly put his toothbrush and razors in the same corner in the cabinet only for him to look for it in Una’s medicines and feminine products the next day. But Una owned the house, and the only thing he could do was look for another place to put his stuff.
THREE MONTHS LATER
Una gasped, unable to make a move as her eyes watched in terror at the spray of blood gushing from Billi’s neck like a fountain.The gurgling sound filled the air for a moment before Billy finally collapsed on the floor, choking on his own blood which was already flooding the carpeted floor.
The night had gone chilly as Will’s old black Audi roared down the highway. In the passenger seat next to his was Una, curled up in her own little corner.As Will continued to drive silently, Una thought back in time and how her life had changed again. It had been more than a month since she left her old life. Wha
Will groaned as he stretched his legs in the driver’s seat at a red light. They had been on the road for some time, and he could feel his entire body throbbing from being in the same position for several hours.Una saw a sign on the side of the road and realized that they were already in Baltimore. Will had told h
Una was on her chair, tying the laces of the sneakers she requested from Will when the door suddenly opened.“You mentioned a lake near where we are,” she said to him before Will could even have the chance to ask her why she was wearing shoes.
Today, Una decided to take control. It had been three days since she had revealed her secrets to Will and for days, Will had kept on trying to win her trust over by telling her over and over again that he could still be someone better than who he was in the past.Slowly, Una had allowed herself to talk gently with him,
Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.
Una had been awake and listening to her stomach growl for hours. With her enclosed windows, she had already lost a sense of time. The chirping birds she heard weren’t helping either. They could be chirping for something else and not the time.But do birds tell you the time by chirping?A light knock
Will had woken up earlier than usual. It was one of those cold mornings which he had slowly grown accustomed to, but beads of sweat covered his forehead. He sat up on the couch where he’d been sleeping for the past month. He sat there for a minute to allow himself to shake away the horrors of dreaming his own death.