In the glove box, amongst old candy wrappers, sitting against crumpled receipts the inscription on Kendrick's wedding ring glowed. "We are one, and the universe is ours." she had bawled hearing that as they did their vows. Justin had proven his love for her every she had doubted him. She missed his voice, and the musky smell of his hair. He had to forgo washing in the past due to an allergy he had developed to certain soaps but when he did, he still smelt like pine. She sat in the car with Gemini who was up against the window sitting in the backseat. She waited on Dr Greenwell who was in the process of carrying things from the homestead since Kendrick was too far along to life heavy objects. She stretched her hand back to pet Gemini who nuzzled, and licked her hand.
In a cell underground Justin felt a drop of water dripping onto
Kendrick placed her husband's wedding band on her ring finger, he was the most incredible man she had ever loved or will love aside from her son. She smiled fondly, trying not cry, for the sake of her sweet baby boy she was trying to stay calm. The first few weeks without Justin had been excruciating. She never knew how cold the closet could be until only her clothes resided in it. She found herself stealing his side trying to hold onto the musky scent of his hair and his indent in the mattress. Kendrick's dreams were mainly about Justin now with a few about her son. In Justin's honor, she bought the land they were going to build on originally, and was in the process of carrying out his plans. She kept his belongings and hung up his drawings in their sons nursery. She was due today and by tonight she knew that her life wouldn't be as lonely. Furthermore, she decided to cooperate with the authorities for the sake of her child but until that time came when they were done with their in
Chapter 1 - A Lonely Castle With Broken ClocksEach chime was another passing hour with no purpose.Veronica Tunbridge sat there tossing a rubber ball toward the ceiling. She sighed trying to think of what she could do in order to kill time on this boring Saturday afternoon. Her week was filled with school, ballet lessons, horse-riding lessons, and other extracurriculars she had no real interest in doing.Veronica travelled into the woods. Her family's castle was surrounded by over a hundred acres of woods, and dense thicket. There was no public road running through it or any trails as such. So, Veronica decided to go straight and mark a tree every few feet in order to find her way back. She made her way into the thicket enjoyi
Trees were a melody of greens that sung in natures choir. Water was a blessing under the heat of the midday sun where Veronica accompanied by Snowflake played before having a snack.They had trekked further into the forest. Veronica looked for clues as to where the owners could have moved to. "Maybe my dad will know." Veronica thought to herself. Her father was a realtor for the area so he may have a forwarding address. Snowflake chirped at her."Not now buddy, I'm trying to think." she informed him.His chirps became frantic as Veronica collided with an Oaktree. She tumbled onto her back, and groaned trying not to cry. Snowflake peered at her from a branch, swishing his tail back, and forth."I suppose you think this is funny Snowfla
It's difficult to understand why hellos are so short yet goodbyes are so long.Veronica perched herself on a boulder, the breeze swirled throughout the tree's, and bushes. The red hues of the sky and the scent of honeysuckle sap perfumed the air. It was a far cry from the stormy nightmare that had occurred three hours prior. Veronica looked to the distance, and was surprised to see her father heading in their direction."Dad?" Veronica enquired; her eyebrow quirked up as she approached him.Her father was not sporting his usual smart suit get up but a tie shirt and jeans this time. Veronica's dad hugged her tight kissing her head before looking at her sternly."Now Veronica, h
Chapter 1 – Locked InsideThe idea of freedom is an illusion. We are told we are free but when you don't know where your food is coming from, what your children are learning, and how your house is powered. You aren't free because there's always someone else calling the shots.Maria Morgan was shackled from head to toe in the sanatorium. She had been trapped there for over a year; it had all started when she exposed her organization for trying to cover up the slave labor, they were bringing in from third world countries. They had concocted this story about how Maria just snapped before she tried to kill a room of employees. Even her own family had stabbed her in the back. That betrayal was harder for her to overcome but through meditation she had learned to disregard anything that encroached on her soul. Marias's therapist ha
Maria applied coconut oil to her ankles, there were deep gashes from the chains that had been placed on them for all of those months. Mr Bordeaux sat drinking some bourbon as he read a newspaper, he had his red glasses taped. Maria counted at least five times so far today that he had dropped them, sat on them or misplaced them. She wiped off her hands before returning the coconut oil back to its rightful place in the medicine cabinet. Mr Bordeaux had everything he owned arranged in such an orderly fashion. Speaking of which, Mr Bordeaux made his way around her, and started messing with his pots and pans, that was Marias's cue to leave.Whilst Mr Bordeaux was frittering away in the kitchen Maria picked up a book from his collection and sat at the kitchen. The man had an astounding collection of books from Thrillers to books on the
Mr Bordeaux helped Maria to the car, she faded in, and out of consciousness. Her skin lost all of its pigment by the time he had buckled her into the seat. He almost ripped out the gear stick, pulling it back then forward, as Mr Bordeaux raced off. Blood stained his interior, but that was the least of his problems. He patted her cheek trying keep her awake, he swerved trying to avoid hitting an old lady who had come out of nowhere. His attention brought back to the seat next to him when he heard a moan. Maria shivered, moaning again as her eyes glazed over, and she started slumping the car window. Mr Bordeaux clutched the steering wheel his PTSD hitting in ferocious waves. Bodies of his fallen squad littered the swamp; smoke engulfing them all as fire raged on in the distance. He was cut, bruised, and on the verge of breaking as he clung onto his rifle.
They had been driving for hours. Maria lost track of how many cactuses had passed by and how many times she heard vultures squawking from above. Her mind was lost in its own tundra of thoughts. She found herself stealing glances at her companion. The shadow forming across his face, the redness of his tired, and jittery, warm brown cashmere eyes that struggled to say open. She knew that he couldn't keep this up for long."Thomas? Do you want me to drive for a while?" she asked, giving him a concerned stare."N-no, I'm fine." he lied not meeting her stare as he focused on the highway."Thomas." she sighed.He didn't answer, his mind was conflicted, he felt surprised that she was calling him by his first name. Bu why had she? that was the only question stopping him from passing out on the wheel. Tiredness shrouded his body, like an eternal dark cloud engulfing the garden of humanity. The weakness in his muscles taunting him,
Gabriel walked stoicly by his informants side. He walked through every possible way that he could permanetly get rid of Audreys former husband. His heart still felt foul at the fact that his daughter had been taken from him. There was no justification for that but there would be complete justification for his own actions. His footsteps crunch against the frosty dirt as he continued walking. His mind was torn between his current situation and hs worry for Audrey. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. The cool air nipping at his exposed skin. The harshness of the winter seemedv to grow with malice the deeper into the forest they walked. His informant was walking in silence, only taking glances at his partner. The situation was unusual. He was normally called out for information not to do the actual job but since himself and gabriel were on such good terms he decided to agree to accompany him. So, here they were, walking through the woods, down a
Gabriel double-checked everything in the cabin. Each window, lock, and door. He wanted to ensure that the little wooden cabin was secure, he didn't want to chance anything. His daughter meant everythin to him. She was the key to healing their family. He'd just wished that son had been there as well, but it seems that his demise was genuine. However, as sad as their loss had been, they still had Angel, and in that respect, they still had hope. He drifted from his thoughts as he finished up changing Angels diaper. Yesterday, his associate had kindly went out and bought a boatload of baby supplies.The baby had perked up, and Gabriel had used yesterday to put his plan together. He'd contacted a couple of his friends stroke associates to accompany him. He saw set to leave today, he had a gun hidden in his office and gave his asscoiate instructions as to how to get it and what to do, just in case. This knowledge gave him a bit of relief. It was un
Gabriel rushed back to the car with his asscoiate trailing behind him. His heart was overflowing with love and care for his daughter as she snuggled closer to his chest. He used his foot to open the side door. He wanted to get out the cold as soon as possibe.He slid into the seat and ushered the baby into the arm so that he close the door with his free hand. His associate rushed into the car and started up the engine.He cradled his daughter who was falling asleep. Whilst she napped he formed a plan within his mind as to how he would attack the creeps that did this to his family. His mind was racing but the feeling of despair was melting into a puddle of sunshine. He felt beyond grateful that she was okay.As they continued travelling he decided to call his daughter Angel, since she was so beautiful and had survived such a rocky beginning in life. A smiled curled against his lips, he'd never seen a smile as precious or little fingers as small an
The journey he had undertaken to reach the secluded cabin he owned on the other side of Scotland had been absolutely brutal. He was in the heart of the highlands where the snow had already started to fall. His eyes ached from the brightess of the snowflakes that formed into one oversized series of blankets covering the landscape. He stood on his porch watching the snowfall, the cool air blew over the exposed skin of his hands and face. He didn't flinch, his body had grown numb to feeling. The grief didn't leave him, he knew that until he had concrete answers about his daughter then these feelings would continue to fest within the chasm of his soul. He sighed, he turned around and headed back inside. He leaned against the closed oak door. As soon as he had arrived he had contacted a couple of connections in order to get information on the doctor from the hospital. He was waiting for a phone call. He did his best not to obsess over the possibilities. He walked through his living room.
A couple of weeks had rushed by since Audrey had lost the twins. She had regressed into her shell, a smile hadn't touched her lips since that day. A ghost of smile had only touched Gabriels lips when he looked at pictures of his wife or sonograms of the twins. The constant calls and letters had decreased in frequency but still occured. He had filled out police reports but there wasn't much they could do until the people invovled actually hurt himself or his wife. He found himself going crazy with th nightmares he was having and the constant feeling that something wasn't right. His relationship with Audrey hadn't been fairing well either. After, a particular brutal argument, he had regrettably stated that he wished he had never done any of this in the first place which cut her like a hot knife into playdough. She hadn't spoken to him much since that argument. He had apologize profusely and repeatedly but her eyes had become hollow over the following days. He hated seein
The fiasco would prove to be the first in a long line of annoyances this man had planned for Gabriel. Upon, arriving back in Scotland he recieved harassing phone calls, letters, along with people showing up to threaten and intimidate him. On top of that, the detective kept contacting him, asking him to confirm people, and places he had been. The stress was getting to him but he did his best to support Audrey who was heavily pregnant and seemed to be acting off recently. She started sleeping longer, and wasn't eating as much as she normally would. He would ask her if she was okay but she always assured him that it was just pregnancy stuff and that it was nothing to worry over. He wanted to believe her but he couldn't shake the feeling of sadness that had began to wash over him whenever he looked at the sonogram pictures of his children. The day he'd come back from Scotland she had practically shoved the sonogram pictures into his face. He was delighted at the news, not
Gabriel found his feet digging into the threads of the carpet as he stood before Audreys former husband. He shot him an icy glare, his fists twiching at his sides. He couldn't believe the audacity of this man. Reopening Audreys case was one thing but to show up here and act like a thug was another thing entirely. He didn't know what to say to this creaton who had made his precious wife so miserable, to the point where she couldn't stand life. He wanted to punch away the smirk that was currently esiding on the mans face but its obivious thats what he wanted. Instead, he decided to approach the matter directly."Why did you come here?" he said coolly, trying to control the rage in his tone.The man chuckled before shrugging his shoulders,"No reason, I jut wanted to see the face of the lowlife who stole my wife." he spat folding his arms."Your wife? don't you mean your domestic servant since she did everything for you and ne
The vibe in the building caught Gabriels attention from the moment he had walked through the front door. A heavy tension covered the air making it difficult to concentrate on the answers he was rehearsing in his head. He made deliberate and cautious steps through the empty carpeted hallway. The lights were dim as well as flickering and he could already tell that this place was old and needed a serious paint job as he noticed the chipped white walls with picture frames hanging up. He looked around, before noticing a dark coffee stain drying up on a nearby plastic chair that was placed against the wall. He went to the closed office door and knocked a couple of times. He stood for a minute, before the door opened. A younger flustered woman squeezed by him as he entered the room.A man who appeared to be in his late forties sat at a wooden desk sifting through a pile of different folders. He seemed completely absorbed by what he was doing to the point that he
The mountainous terrain of Ontario sent a pang of nostalgia into his heart as he made his way from the area he was staying at, into the city. Once he had checked into the hotel the night before, he had managed to get his contacts together and build a bulletproof picture of his life during the time he was around Audrey. His stride was confident as he walked along the road. He decided not to take a car because he wanted to enjoy the scenery of his old stomping grounds. The cool crisp Canadian air sent shivers across his back as he exhaled happily. The mist from the mountain tops was moving across the black spruce tree's and covering the road ahead of him in a blanket of white cotton. Twigs crunched beneathe his boots as he continued on. His mind conjured up a couple of possibilities. One of them being, what if he had met Audrey, before her former husband had. Would they have been happy? would they have had an army of children by now? he wasn't entirely sure of the answers to these que