I was still determining where I was, so I asked the guard what place this was. He told me the name of the subdivision, but I still couldn't figure out where exactly I was. Louie reassured me that he would come and find me, telling me to stay put and not to worry. Relief flooded through me as I hung up the phone, knowing that help was on the way. I sat down on the curb and waited, grateful for Louie's friendship and willingness to help me in my time of need. I don't care if Drenver can find me at Louie's house. I just need to have a peaceful mind in the meantime. My mind is not in the right place to think about what will happen in the next few hours. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on staying calm and trusting that everything would work out. I was tired of all the events that have happened to me recently, like when I became unlucky. Just as I began to relax, the sound of a car pulling up outside broke the silence. My heart raced at the thought of Drenver finding me,
"You seemed to have had a great sleep." He touched my face. I flinched at his touch, the memory of the nightmare still fresh in my mind. "Come back with me, babe," he pleaded, but I couldn't shake the fear that had consumed me. Am I dreaming? Is this another nightmare I'm having? The room felt suffocating, and the air was heavy with tension. I struggled to understand what was real and a figment of my imagination. I turned my face away from his touch. "Why are you here?" I said nervously in my voice. "I'm just dreaming," I whispered to myself, but Drenver's face was inches away from my face. I slightly slapped my face, but the feeling of his breath against mine was too real to be a dream. My heart raced as I tried to piece together what was happening. "Let's go home, Babe," he told me, trying to grab my hand. I avoided his touch. I moved away from him. I crawled on the bed until I fell on the other side of the room. I pressed myself against the wall. "Don't come any closer!" I sai
"I'm sorry," he replied softly, his gaze never leaving mine. "I will not do it again, I promise." His sincerity was evident, but I knew that rebuilding trust would take time and effort from both of us. It was a long road ahead, but his willingness to make amends gave me hope for our future together. As we sat in silence, the tension between us slowly dissipated. I could see his regret in his eyes, and I knew he truly meant his words. Taking a deep breath, I held his hand, feeling a sense of connection that had been missing for so long. Despite the pain of the past, I knew that we could overcome this obstacle together. It was a daunting task, but I believed we could rebuild what had been broken with patience and understanding. Our love was worth fighting for, and I wanted to give him another chance. He smiled softly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he squeezed my hand back. "Let's go inside." I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope and determination. We walked towards the door,
My heart ached as I watched him being taken away, knowing that he was jealous that night and that there had been a mistake. I quickly gathered my thoughts and tried to devise a plan to help Drenver. I find my bag, my phone, and my belongings hurriedly. I leave the house just to see someone I did not expect to be here in the middle of the night. It was Mr. Lee; he was leaning on his car. I approached Mr. Lee cautiously, wondering what he was doing here and if he had anything to do with Drenver's sudden arrest. His expression was unreadable as he looked at me as if assessing my response. "He needs to be in jail," he said quietly, his words sending a chill down my spine. I couldn't believe what I heard. Is that the one he said before that he would take care of Drenver, which he said I should have done long ago? Mr. Lee's words confirmed my suspicions, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my stomach. As I stood in shock, I realized that Mr. Lee's involvement in Drenver's arrest wa
"Are you sure you are fine already?" Trence said to me when he went to my office. It's been a week since the police showed up at my house. Drenver will be in jail for a couple of months. I gave Trence a weak smile and assured him I was doing much better now. The whole ordeal had been incredibly stressful, but knowing that Denver was behind bars brought me some peace of mind. I was grateful to have a boss like Trence who cared enough to check in on me. I still live in our house alone. Sometimes, Louie sleeps at my house to ensure I'm okay. Even though I appreciated Louie's company, I couldn't shake the loneliness that crept in every night when I was alone. The memories of Drenver's rage still haunted me, and I often found myself jumping at loud noises or sudden movements. But I was determined to move on and start fresh, even if it meant facing my fears head-on. With Trence's support and Louie's occasional presence, I had a solid foundation to rebuild my life. As I closed my eyes tha
I rearranged documents on my desk, finding it difficult to concentrate on the spreadsheet. Like every other Friday, it was just another Friday at work, and I was buried with emails and deadlines. Today, though, there was a change in feeling. I couldn't quite put my stomach's fluttering down.I went out of the office first to get the files I had the employees do. I asked Tracy, "Where is the file I need for this afternoon's meeting?" Tracy hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to give it to you. Let me go grab it right now." I felt a sense of relief wash over me as Tracy hurried off to retrieve the file, grateful for her quick response.I smelled something inappropriate in my nose. It was a strange odor that made me feel uneasy. I hoped it wasn't something serious causing the smell. As I waited for Tracy to return with the file, the scent grew more pungent and overpowering. I couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness that washed over me, and I wonder
He is no longer wearing his coat, and the polo shirt is folded up to the elbow, emphasizing the muscles in his arms. Trence's jaw tightens, his eyebrows are shot, and he is now talking to someone on the phone. I don't know who he is talking to, but from the expression on his face, something terrible is happening. As he finishes the call, he turns back to me with a steely resolve in his eyes. "I already know who is behind that photo," he says firmly. He walked back in front of me, but I quickly stopped him. "Don't come near me," I said to him. He stopped, but there was a surprise in his look. "Why?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Just don't come near me; stay where you are," I said, holding a tissue around my nose. "Are you sick?" he asked. I already vomit into his chest when he goes near my table. It's the same feeling that I feel when I'm outside my office. I smelled something wrong, and my stomach couldn't handle it. He tried to step, but I stopped him with my stare.
I quickly got up when I felt the nausea wanted to escape my mouth and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before vomiting. I immediately knew something was seriously wrong with the sandwich and vowed never to eat from that place again. As I washed my mouth out and tried to calm my racing heart, I couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and regret for not trusting my initial instincts. The taste and smell of the food lingered in my mouth, making me feel even more nauseous.Someone gently taps my back and gives me a napkin. Gratefully taking the napkin, I wipe my mouth and see Trence offering me a water bottle. I thank them profusely, still feeling shaky and weak from the sudden illness. As I sip the water, I can't help but wonder what could have caused the sandwich to make me so sick. Was it expired? Contaminated with something? I shudder at the thought, grateful for the kindness of the stranger who came to my aid. As I finished the water, I began to feel slightly better,