“Your best friend is Chadwick Simmons, right?” James asks me as he drives through the city. The traffic is very light and also nonexistent today.“Yeah...how do you know that?” I ask him and he snorts.“I am a very well informed man, Jen. I do my research.” He says and he glances at me for a second before returning his eyes to the road.“Chadwick Simmons is practically the best IT person in the world...at least in my personal opinion.” He adds and I smile.“He is known for his skills all over the world, and he is beyond wealthy.” James continues.Well, he’s not wealthy anymore. All our accounts are frozen, and all the money we had on hand were used for his brother that is sick in London.“Yeah, he’s amazing.” I agree with James and he notices that my mood has dropped.A full minute passes between us without anyone talking as James weave through cars on the freeway.“Do you have other plans for the day?” He asks
The restaurant name is “Fingers”, which is a pretty weird name but you know, people like weird things.As I walk towards it, I do a quick google search and I find out that the restaurant is actually a five star restaurant. The reviews are all singing praises and it is known as one of the best places to dine in the whole state.When I lift my head from my phone, I mistakenly hit someone by the shoulder and the man turns towards me angrily.“Watch where you going.” He says and doesn’t even wait for me to apologize, he just simply continues his strides.I place my phone in my pocket as I approach the famous restaurant. It looks elegant but yet also casual at the same time.I take in a deep breath and I let it out when I reach the glass door at the entrance. I am a hundred percent sure that Patrick Sans is in there.His location pings here.Someone exits the place and holds open the door for me to walk in.“Thank yo
The sheer amount of force from his body as he hits me throws me backwards and we both fall.My entire back hits the floor of the bathroom and I yell as pain grabs it. We both struggle and he successfully sits on top of me and straddles me.He tries to hit me in the jaw but I dodge him successfully, making him more angrier.He swings again and this time, his fist lands on my jaw, causing me to gasp sharply.“You took him away from me!” He punches me in the jaw again, but this time, on the other side.“All he wanted you to do was your freaking job!” He yells in my face. Small bits of his saliva lands on my face but right now, the pain distracts me from that.I try and struggle to gain the upper ground and to push him off me, but he is just too heavy.“You picked the wrong guy, Jen Davis. Now I will do what that stupid sniper couldn’t do.” He says as he continues his physical assault.He lands strings of punches on
“I think she’s waking up.” I hear someone say and it’s like their voice echoes through an empty room.“Jen..Jen?” I hear another voice and my eyes open slowly. At first everything seems blurred, and then steadily, my vision clears.The first person I see is Robert and he has a look of concern on his face.I feel a hand caressing my hair and I soon realize that it is his hand.“I thought I lost you...” He says and I try to move. My body aches when I attempt this.“Don’t.” I hear the voice that I heard at first.The voice is incredibly familiar.“Don’t try to do any harsh or fast movements.” The voice advices.“Chad?” I ask in a tired and raspy tone.“In the flesh.” He responds as he walks towards me and into my view.“But—but you were hospitalized.” I say in confusion. Am I hallucinating, or am I still asleep?“Shhh..” He says.“You need to rest, stop talking so much.” He adds.
What the helll? Why are there gunshots!?“Stay here...” Chad tells me as he goes to check it out. I roll my eyes at his advice, for I can’t even get out of here even if I wanted.He exits the room and my curiosity is higher than a kite right now.Are those Patrick San’s people trying to avenge him? I have so many questions.Or it could be a family or close friend of many of the people I have killed.A few more shots go off and then silence fills the air.Soon, the door open and Robert walks in. He looks like he was sleeping.“What’s going on out there?” I ask him and he chuckles tiredly.“It’s a lady by the name of Naomi. She is apparently celebrating that Chad is out of the hospital.” He says as he walks towards me and sits on the bed.With gunshots? She is crazy indeed.He takes my hand and holds it in his own as he gently caresses it. I love to feel his skin on mine.“From
They say death is just a form of sleep that one does not wake up from. Am I dead? I seem to be conscious, but yet I can not move my body.I try to open my eyes but it takes more effort than usual. When it finally opens, all I see is light.The light is so bright that it’s blinding. I also hear birds chirping and a light rush of wind in my ears.Am I in heaven? If so, then how in the world? “Oh, great, you’re finally awake.” Someone says and I try to look towards the voice, but my neck is stiff as a rock.The person walks up to me towards the bed and into my view. It is Robert. He looks refreshed and happy.“How are you feeling this morning?” He asks me as he waits for my reply with a smile.How is this possible? I can clearly remember Naomi trying to kill me with a syringe full with drug.“I....Was Naomi here?” I ask him and his forehead creases in confusion.“Yo
Not being able to move any part of my body feels surreal. It makes me feel kind of bad for what I did to Robert when I first met him.I had drugged him also, and he was so shocked. This is a very terrifying experience and I don’t wish to do this to anyone ever again. I rather just kill the person instead of letting them suffer in prolonged pain. That’s just plain evil.The door of the room opens and I am expecting Robert to walk in, but it’s not him.“How are you, dear?” A beautiful middle age lady walks in. She has on a white lab coat and her hair is white as snow. She is very beautiful and her accent makes me think that she is from Australia.“I’m not very well, I can’t seem to move.” I tell her as she walks towards me. She has a briefcase in her right hand.There is a sitting chair and a coffee table not far from the bed. She makes use of the coffee table by placing the briefcase on it. She then
“What?!” I respond to him in panic.“I said that the Lieutenant is..” He begins and I interrupt him.“No, James! I heard you the first time!” I say to him and he closes his mouth, making a small sound.This is not good. This is definitely not good!“What is he doing here?” I ask James.This couldn’t be a much worse time. I can’t even move if I wanted to. Which means that the Lieutenant could literally just walk up in here and handcuff me.“I believe he came to talk to Robert.” James replies.“Is he alone?” I inquire. I desire to know as much as possible.“He is not. Another guy is with him.” He says and I gulp. My breathing has quickened again and I am trying my best to calm down.“Where is Robert?” I ask and James scratches behind his neck.“He’s uh..he’s not here.” He says and I swear if I could move my body, I would have broken a vase on the floor out of frustration.“Wher