I stared at Mia in disbelief. "So, you're telling me that you didn't actually know anything? You just assumed something was wrong and decided to freak me out?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light . Mia nodded sheepishly, inching away from me as if she were anticipating my reaction. "I guess so. I just didn’t want you to be caught off guard," she admitted. I sighed, rubbing my temples to ease the tension building within me. "Mia, you’re my best friend, but sometimes your antics drive me crazy. Can’t you just let me deal with my own problems for once?" As my words hung in the air, Mia’s expression fell, hurt evident on her face. "I was just trying to help, Alex. I didn’t mean to stress you out," she replied softly. Feeling guilty, I got up and wrapped her in a hug. "I know, Mia. And I appreciate it. It's just... this thing with Mr. Gregory has me really spooked. I don’t know what he wants, but I have a bad feeling about it." Mia’s expression turned serious as she nodded in suppor
" I am glad you have come to the right choice," Mr Gregory says, his creepy smile getting wider every second I stare into his evil eyes. "I am too, " I say, standing up; he relaxes on his chair, spreading his legs, waiting for something that I know will never happen instead of doing anything he thinks I was planning on doing. I pick up his mug full of coffee , hoping it's scalding hot, the feel of the warm mug makes me smile as I dump the contents on his head . "How dare you?" he bellows in anger after he realizes what I just did. "Did you really think I was going to sleep with you " "What a joke " "You are a dirty pig, and I would rather be homeless than be with you, you perverted asshole, " I say, throwing his mug at him , watching with satisfaction as it hits his head, breaking on the floor . "You fucking bitch , how dare you, you think you can get away with this, you are just an ugly whore that will never make it in this industry, no matter how hard you try," he said
"I told you so," is the first thing she says when I finish telling her the whole story, which only dampens my already sour mood."Wow, no, I am so sorry for you ,girl.""Or I will always be there for you ,bestie.""Or I will kill those bastards ,I always knew men were scum." I say with a raised eyebrows, Mia is a very loyal person with strong opinions about a lot of things including my relationships,so I was expecting something more but all she does is shrug."Nope, the only thing I'm going to say is that I warned you there was something off about David and his sister," Mia replies, putting air quotes around the word "sister." I groan and take another spoonful of ice cream."First of all, you were the one who introduced me to him, so if there is anyone to blame, it's you, "I say, pointing at Mia which earns me a glare from her and a pillow tossed at me, almost knocking the bucket of ice creams out of my lap."Hey, stop that! Secondly, he said she was his stepsister, or sister—I don
"Don’t do this," Mia pleads, her voice urgent as she rushes toward me. She cradles my face in her tender hands, gently wiping away the tears that I hadn’t even realized were falling down my cheeks."I’m not doing anything," I murmur, my voice trembling and breaking at the end, as I struggle to say the words that I know are lies ."Then why are you crying?" she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better.I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally st
"We are going to be together, forever, Little doll face," A mans voice whispered, his cold breath brushing against my ear as he dragged me deeper into the cabin. The wooden beams creaked and groaned, and the fire crackled in the hearth, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I attempted to struggle, but my wrists and ankles were bound by rough rope, leaving me helpless.He unties the ropes given me a little surges of hope ,but it all fades away as he pulled me closer, the stench of decay and rot filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. The man's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, as he gives his signature smile , a smile so twisted and cruel I can't help but flinch. "You'll never escape me, Alexia," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.I thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free, but The man's grip only tightened. He dragged me outside, the darkness of the woods enveloping us like a shroud. The trees loomed above, their branches creaking ominously in the wind.As w
"Ugh, my head! Mia, I am going to kill you!" I exclaim, groaning as I press an ice pack to my forehead and slump onto the couch."Don't shout! I'm already feeling dead, so you can't even kill me!" Mia shouts, walking into the living room with her ice pack on her head, still in her pajamas, just like me.With a playful plop, she flops onto the couch, groaning dramatically before letting out a loud, exaggerated moan. "Mia, shut up please come on! You're killing both my ears, drums, and me! Now I feel dead!" I say, joining in on the groaning fest. Before long, we’re locked in a weird competition of who can groan the loudest."Well, I’m zombie dead!" Mia counters, a mischievous grin creeping across her face before it fades back to a wince of pain."Oh yeah? Well, I’m more than just a zombie dead!""You know how in those movies and games people kill zombies and they get a second death? Well, I’m the undead zombie!" I declare, pointing at myself with a goofy sense of triumph despite feeli
I carefully whisk the batter in a large mixing bowl, ensuring that it becomes silky smooth and devoid of any lumps. As I dip my finger into the fluffy mixture and bring it to my mouth, the sweet, creamy goodness explodes on my tongue, evoking a smile that spreads across my face. At that moment, I realized how food really does soothe all of ones troubles.Setting the mixing bowl down on the countertop, I turn to the cabinet, rummaging through the cookware until I find the heavy frying pan. I pull it out and place it on the hot plate, allowing it to heat up properly. With a knife, I carefully slice off a generous piece of butter and set it aside, eagerly awaiting the moment the pan reaches the perfect temperature.Once the pan is hot enough, I drop the butter in, and it immediately sizzles and dances upon contact with the surface. The delightful aroma fills the kitchen as I swirl the melting butter around, ensuring the bottom of the pan is coated in a glossy sheen. Satisfied with its p
"What do you mean it's happening again?" Mia asked, her brows furrowed in concern. But all I could do was cry out in frustration. I shoved my chair back forcefully, the legs scraping annoyingly against the floor before it toppled over with a loud clatter.“I don’t know, Mia! I don’t fucking know!” I spat, my voice raw with emotion.“All I know is I feel really shitty right now when I’m supposed to feel fine.” My outburst startled both Mia and myself. I was on the brink of losing my composure, yet I struggled to articulate why. The confusion weighed heavily on my chest.“Calm down, Lexi. Just talk to me. We’ll work this out, okay?” “Just like we always do,” she reassured, moving closer to me. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze that warmed my fraying nerves.Letting out a loud sigh, I allowed the tension in my body to ease slightly. I walked back to my chair and sank into it, while Mia mirrored my movements, her eyes fixed on me, silently urging me
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. A part of me wanted to forget about David and move on, but another part of me wanted closure, wanted to know why he had hurt me so badly.Ryan's expression turned serious. "Lexi, I don't think that's a good idea. He's not good for you."I felt a surge of defensiveness. "You don't even know him," I say, which makes Ryan give me a weird look ,probably because of my weird outburst .Ryan took a step closer to me. "I don't need to know him to see the way he's affecting you. You deserve better than someone who's going to hurt you like that."I looked up at him, feeling a little bit between the lines of fuzzy and uncomfortable. Why was he being so protective of me?But before I could ask him, I saw David waiting for me by the corner of the club, his eyes fixed on me.I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "I need to go talk to him, just for some closure ," I said, my voice firm.Ryan's eyes narrowed. "Lexi, don't-"But I was
'Keep thinking I seeing water You playing tricks on me in the sun See your shadow in the courtyard Stay until the day is done .The dessert doesn't end The rain don't fall And I can't pretendI don't know what you are Cause I know what you are You are You are You are ' I sing silently as I make my way into the crowd trying to get to mia to dance or more like get away from the awkward situation with Ryan ,I know that I am pretty much exaggerating the who thing but I can't help but feel like I am being pushed into the ocean with a 50kg weight attached to my leg about the possibility of moving on from my ex .By the time I make it to Mia I realize that she is busy dancing with a guy that she looked really interested in even though I know she will probably get bored in the next five minutes ."I have decided to dance " I say tapping her shoulder, she turns to face me but looks clueless."What did you say?" she shouts, making me roll my eyes at the fact that has decided to go de
"The noise is so loud " I shout at Mia who is already looking jittery with excitement ."Isn't this fun she hits me while she laughs already acting as if she is drunk without having a sip of alcohol already . It is quite obvious that she doesn't need alcohol or to get drunk; she is naturally high without the drugs to go with it ."Remember the plan you promised thag you would follow " I ask and she nods like a child listening to a teacher giving instructions"Stay close to each other ""Don't leave my drink around and if I did I should forget about the drink ""Don't take drink from strangers or Allow them to buy me a drink ""Always be aware of my surroundings ""If I want to leave with a guyI should call you make sure we leave at the same time ""Keep your number and the police on speed dial"" And Use protection" she says with an eye roll but I know she is happy that I am here to remind her to take care of herself."Anything else I should write down in the 100 things to do in a cl
"no, no , no " "For the last time , I am not doing this "I tell Mia, flinging one of her dresses on the bed. "My baby " she shouts jumping on the bed to grab as if she was reaching out to someone that was about to fall off a cliff . "Why am I doing this again? " I ask ignoring her dramatics ,as she holds her dress close to her chest like it was a baby,she gives me a quick glare before rocking it like a baby . "To get drunk and hopefully laid , have you forgotten" "A normal home drinking isn't enough to get rid of the shittiness you have obviously been having this week or maybe it has been there for a month, because the weeks leading up to this disaster were not that pretty either "she says thoughtfully tapping her hand against her chin while I roll my eyes . "If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror
"What do you mean it's happening again?" Mia asked, her brows furrowed in concern. But all I could do was cry out in frustration. I shoved my chair back forcefully, the legs scraping annoyingly against the floor before it toppled over with a loud clatter.“I don’t know, Mia! I don’t fucking know!” I spat, my voice raw with emotion.“All I know is I feel really shitty right now when I’m supposed to feel fine.” My outburst startled both Mia and myself. I was on the brink of losing my composure, yet I struggled to articulate why. The confusion weighed heavily on my chest.“Calm down, Lexi. Just talk to me. We’ll work this out, okay?” “Just like we always do,” she reassured, moving closer to me. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze that warmed my fraying nerves.Letting out a loud sigh, I allowed the tension in my body to ease slightly. I walked back to my chair and sank into it, while Mia mirrored my movements, her eyes fixed on me, silently urging me
I carefully whisk the batter in a large mixing bowl, ensuring that it becomes silky smooth and devoid of any lumps. As I dip my finger into the fluffy mixture and bring it to my mouth, the sweet, creamy goodness explodes on my tongue, evoking a smile that spreads across my face. At that moment, I realized how food really does soothe all of ones troubles.Setting the mixing bowl down on the countertop, I turn to the cabinet, rummaging through the cookware until I find the heavy frying pan. I pull it out and place it on the hot plate, allowing it to heat up properly. With a knife, I carefully slice off a generous piece of butter and set it aside, eagerly awaiting the moment the pan reaches the perfect temperature.Once the pan is hot enough, I drop the butter in, and it immediately sizzles and dances upon contact with the surface. The delightful aroma fills the kitchen as I swirl the melting butter around, ensuring the bottom of the pan is coated in a glossy sheen. Satisfied with its p
"Ugh, my head! Mia, I am going to kill you!" I exclaim, groaning as I press an ice pack to my forehead and slump onto the couch."Don't shout! I'm already feeling dead, so you can't even kill me!" Mia shouts, walking into the living room with her ice pack on her head, still in her pajamas, just like me.With a playful plop, she flops onto the couch, groaning dramatically before letting out a loud, exaggerated moan. "Mia, shut up please come on! You're killing both my ears, drums, and me! Now I feel dead!" I say, joining in on the groaning fest. Before long, we’re locked in a weird competition of who can groan the loudest."Well, I’m zombie dead!" Mia counters, a mischievous grin creeping across her face before it fades back to a wince of pain."Oh yeah? Well, I’m more than just a zombie dead!""You know how in those movies and games people kill zombies and they get a second death? Well, I’m the undead zombie!" I declare, pointing at myself with a goofy sense of triumph despite feeli
"We are going to be together, forever, Little doll face," A mans voice whispered, his cold breath brushing against my ear as he dragged me deeper into the cabin. The wooden beams creaked and groaned, and the fire crackled in the hearth, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I attempted to struggle, but my wrists and ankles were bound by rough rope, leaving me helpless.He unties the ropes given me a little surges of hope ,but it all fades away as he pulled me closer, the stench of decay and rot filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. The man's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, as he gives his signature smile , a smile so twisted and cruel I can't help but flinch. "You'll never escape me, Alexia," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.I thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free, but The man's grip only tightened. He dragged me outside, the darkness of the woods enveloping us like a shroud. The trees loomed above, their branches creaking ominously in the wind.As w
"Don’t do this," Mia pleads, her voice urgent as she rushes toward me. She cradles my face in her tender hands, gently wiping away the tears that I hadn’t even realized were falling down my cheeks."I’m not doing anything," I murmur, my voice trembling and breaking at the end, as I struggle to say the words that I know are lies ."Then why are you crying?" she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better.I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally st