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46-Twice bitten, Same Pain.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Can life get any shittier?
Can my luck get any worse? And Christ why can't figurative expressions come to life in times like this? Expressions like the ground opening up and swallowing me, never to be seen or heard of again on the face of the earth because that was how I felt looking at my father standing by the door. I felt trapped. Not because of my little cubicle but because my father, who I have been lying to showed up at the most unexpected place, the least place I thought he could be and I couldn’t even move a muscle of my stiff body. He was all smiles as he took in the room but not until our eyes met and the smile on his face froze. The room seemed to freeze along with it, as if every other thing got paused so we could have all the time to ourselves. I wanted to look away. I wanted to walk away. No, scratch that, I wanted to run! ButRelated chapters
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 49-It All Comes Crashing Down
I knew the moment that high-pitched scream pierced through my ears that it's either I ran for my life or I end up with my hair scalp being bruised by her puling on it and maybe a double nose bleed. And I knew better than to even consider the prospects.I ran."Get back here you little piece of shit!"She followed knocking down the bag in her hands in the process. The floor was small and enclosed and all I could do was run back and forth with her hot on my trail. I dodged a few hooks and punches from her whenever she got close enough to actually catch me. This went on for so long than I can figure out but neither one of us was giving up."Shayne please"I pleaded already out of breath even though I knew better than to stop running from her."Stop running Char! Get back here. I won't touch you" she was breathless too. I snorted. As if I could believe her. She rolled her eyes in return knowing I'm smarter than that."I promise I won't to
DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 50-Protecting Him
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 52-DWYER 2(I Loved Her First)
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 53-DWYER(Romy and Dwyer)
DWYER."You should stay away from her. She's a fucking reporter! You said you wanted to keep me safe but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe too and being with her is dangerous for you both, don't you get it? It all went wrong the moment she saw you"Those were the longest words my sister said to me since we moved here and they pointed to just one person: Charity. The day after the murder, I had gone to see my sister knowing she would be shaken up by it all. I had called her therapist to tell him about it and yes I left out the part that his patient killed her rapist. No one has to know that. Just like I thought, she was going crazy. She had taken tons of pills that the therapist had given her at the first few years of her which she relied on too much. She only Stopped taking then months ago when her therapist said she was fine without them and now it seemed like they were the only thing that could relieve her of her pain. She mumbled incoherent words as tears stre
DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 54-Where is she? Where is Alice?
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 59-Alice...... Alyssa?
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 58-Alice....2
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 57-Alice.....
CHARITY*I couldn't move a muscle from where I stood watching my father. I watched as his face turned pale and his expression, hard. He told me to leave but I don't know why I stayed. Normally, I feared my father and respected his commands but right now the only fear I had was not from him but for him. I feared for my father because I have never seen him so disoriented and whatever it is that has him like this, it has something to do with Alice, Dwyer's sister.The name sounded so familiar but it was like a chip off a distant memory. I tried to make a replay in my head of the places I've been and people I've met. If the sounds familiar, then I'm sure I've seen whoever bears that name.Nothing came up in my brain. It was totally blank. Why did the name have such a powerful effect on my father?"Dad". I called out with a voice so small I could hardly hear myselfThe steaming atmosphere between us was far gone replaced by a c
DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 56-The truths that resolve it all
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 55-Somethig Bigger than a Jar Of Cankerworms
*CHARITY* The news was blaring. The town was rowdy. My phone was ringing incessantly. But all these sounds only faded into the background of my own thoughts. I was so lost in them that I lost the will to do anything other than to stare into open space. Shayne is seated across from me , eyes fixated on me as if my next move would determine her own reaction to it. I don't blame her. I filled her in after returning from the police station about everything that happened. If she was shocked or disappointed in me, she didn't show it. All she did was pull me into herself and enveloped me with her arms. I welcomed the gesture as I had no choice. Each time the news comes on, Shayne moves to turn it off but I stop her each time. I needed to know what was going on since I wasn't allowed to see him. The police still haven't released an official statement yet and everyone wondered why. I wondered why too. What is holding the detectiv
DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 54-Where is she? Where is Alice?
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DANGEROUSLY WANTED: The criminal next-door 53-DWYER(Romy and Dwyer)
DWYER."You should stay away from her. She's a fucking reporter! You said you wanted to keep me safe but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe too and being with her is dangerous for you both, don't you get it? It all went wrong the moment she saw you"Those were the longest words my sister said to me since we moved here and they pointed to just one person: Charity. The day after the murder, I had gone to see my sister knowing she would be shaken up by it all. I had called her therapist to tell him about it and yes I left out the part that his patient killed her rapist. No one has to know that. Just like I thought, she was going crazy. She had taken tons of pills that the therapist had given her at the first few years of her which she relied on too much. She only Stopped taking then months ago when her therapist said she was fine without them and now it seemed like they were the only thing that could relieve her of her pain. She mumbled incoherent words as tears stre
