"You know what you're going to tell them?" Chrystal asked for parking in front of the wooden house.
Every step they took made her doubt if it was the right thing to do. Oliver could not blindly trust that some strangers would help him; it had taken three weeks for the brown-haired to trust her fully.
"The truth," he answered, nodding his head slightly.
"Do you have a plan B in case this doesn't work?" she asked again.
"I would like a painting like your family's; normal families have paintings like yours, don't they?"
Chrystal was surprised by how he ignored her question; something wasn't right, which made her uneasy. Maybe Oliver was better at controlling his emotions, knowing that a maniac was chasing him, but Chrystal wasn't. She had never felt so suspicious of her surroundings. She felt like they were being watched when Oliver came clean with her.
Pursing her lips, she decided to trust Oliver's family, if it could be called that.
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Who could think that a person could love someone so much even after death? All those stories about soul mates and impossible loves were real; Donnell Dunn knew it since he saved that young girl with emerald eyes. When their gazes connected, Donnell was hypnotized by the gems that the girl had as eyes, it was the first thing he saw in her, and that was enough to fall in love.He thought he was crazy for thinking that way about a stranger, but he had never felt that way. Donnell knew many pretty girls who didn't catch his attention, but her... it was love at first sight. He didn't regret loving her with all his being; he regretted not being able to save her and give her the life she deserved.He thought he would die that day when the maniac Elliot hit him, shot him near the heart, and threw him into the ravine. He still remembered Collette's desperate screams, begging Elliot not to kill him, that he was crazy. He remembered how much he wanted to tell her not to worry and
The world stopped for a few long, interminable seconds; deciding who was the most surprised was complicated. Donnell Dunn kept looking at the boy with dazzling, terrifying emerald eyes: a drop nose like his own and an elongated face. It was as if he was looking at a combination of his twenty-year-old self and Collette...it was terrifying. On the other hand, Elliot Craig had stopped putting much strength into his grip on Oliver's hair; the man in the hood had let his face show through the cold winds, and what he saw frightened him for a moment. It was Donnel Dunn... No, he must be going crazy for having that brat for so long. He had killed him, watched him stop breathing, and thrown him into a ravine. Before either of the two adults could react, Chrystal grabbed Oliver's hand and pulled him tightly to her to free him from the demon and start running away. Everything was going in slow motion for the four people who were still alive; Oliver fell over Chrystal, a
"Are you old enough to buy a gun?" The old gray-haired man looked doubtfully at the two youths who had appeared in his store once it opened. Even though the redhead looked older and had her official ID, it seemed strange to him that two boys would want to buy a gun that wasn't for hunting. "Of course, and we have money… if that's what you're worried about." Oliver stopped paying attention to the conversation, admiring all kinds of weapons and instruments to hunt animals or whatever they were used for. He was creeped out by that place despite having heat in the area; he did not like guns. Oliver had been threatened countless times with one, but he could not think of any other way to defend himself from Mr. Craig and his guards. He had to leave fear behind and be able to shoot like the hooded gentleman from the night before. "Oliver, let's go. We have what we need." Chrystal Daly tapped his shoulder to get his attention; the boy turned and nodde
Her head conflicted; she didn't understand how she had left Jack behind. She didn't want to go on alone; why did Jack tell her all those things? Why did he always put his life in danger for her? She wasn't unique; she was just a mistake, her mother's greatest misfortune; why was she worth so much to Jack to risk his life?She was always the one who ended up saving him anyway. He had chosen the worst time to confess his feelings to her; that wasn't romantic or nice; he didn't give her time to say anything. It wasn't fair. This wasn't the fairytale she wanted by his side.Not every story had a happy ending; Collette and her mother repeated it to each other to death, but there were always happy moments. She saw her mother smile a few times and even heard her laugh. Collette herself had not had a happy ending...Will Annette also have to wait for her happy ending in death?Jack was a fool; you don't say things like that and then die. No. Jack promised her the
They drove for four hours until they reached the famous Luris forest. They rented a cabin to spend the night in the camping area. It was impossible to sleep outdoors when the snow started to fall. The place was warm and cozy, with two bunk beds, a small kitchen, a chimney, and a bathroom.They spent the next three hours learning the basics of self-defense, using their bodies and items such as knives they had bought for each."When your opponent grabs you from behind, you must give him a blow with your elbow in the side, hard enough to get the air out of him so that he releases his arms. If you feel you are not strong enough to get the air out of him, use the knife, and bury it in their side or thigh. The pain will blind your fighter, and they will loosen their grip."Oliver never imagined that learning to defend himself would be so tiring. He was not physically fit, and his body was not yet fully healed, so it was a great effort for him to learn the most straigh
"The grip must be firm; you cannot let your hands tremble. You must lock on your target, don't look away, concentrate on the area you wish to damage, and then fire."The following day, they got up early, leaving the cabin just as they had found it the night before. They walked through the forest to the area that divided attraction from reality.Oliver was the only one of the three who had had a restful sleep; both Chrystal and Donnell failed to sleep after the night's confessions. Almost all the conversation was of the adult who told in broad strokes his love story. The redhead spun everything with what Oliver confessed to her weeks before. Although she was not the right one to talk about a delicate and alien subject, she had to explain without many details the other part of the story, the amount of the story that she knew and that she was beginning to understand.The brown-haired boy fired for the fifth time, hitting the trunk three times in a row in different
-17 years ago-Unrequited love, forbidden love, and obsessive jealousy made the story of Collette, Elliot, and Donnell a horror story.Collette Gunn was the middle child of three children. Her parents worked hard, lacked nothing, and could have studied up to a college degree. Collette always appreciated the support and care of her parents but hated how strict they were with her and her other two siblings. The auburn-haired, emerald-eyed girl was an adventurer, always looking for new places to explore in the vast world around her. She wanted to travel the world and discover the greatest secrets of mother earth. She was the most energetic young woman Elliot had ever met; she always had that sparkle of joy in
"When I said that if Collette weren't mine, she wouldn't be anyone's, life ensured that she wasn't with anyone."Oliver was shedding tears, as well as Donnell. Not letting her be happy neither with the person she loved nor her son; why didn't Collette's parents realize that the evil person was Elliot? Why had Oliver's parents' story been so cruel? Why didn't they have a dream life, an everyday life like everyone else?"If only you hadn't shown up that day, everything would be different."Elliot looked at Donnell enraged; he hated him and deserved to live watching how that child he hated so much died. Without thinking, he shot again, hitting the side of the young man who had the eyes of his beloved Collette.Oliver deserved to die suffering; he didn't want him to bleed to death; no, he would break him into pieces.With another shot, he broke the ropes that cut off the blood circulation in his wrists and took him by his shirt. Before waking up, he ha
"Geez, I thought the sea was closer."Chrystal and Oliver walked through the grass that was beginning to freeze, noticing how as they moved further toward the Golden Sea, the ground changed from grass to dirt and from dirt to sand. Oliver felt his stomach churning as he was getting closer to his destination and friends; it thrilled and terrified him simultaneously. He longed for his friends to make it.On the other side of the beach, Jack and Annette walked hand in hand, sinking their shoes into the unfamiliar sand. It was cold, and the water had surprised them by getting them wet from walking so close to the shore. They both looked around for Oliver's messy hair, shivering with nerves as they tried to stay positive. Oliver was the strongest of the three; if he had arrived earlier, he would not leave until they were reunited."Oliver!" shouted the black-haired girl, unable to remain silent any longer, wandering."Oliver!"Jack joined in Annette's s
Jack played with Annette's hand, intertwining his fingers, thinking about what had happened the last few days. He was lucky to find a hospital similar to the one he had seen in a metal box. Jack had been unconscious for two days and was recovering fast, it wasn't the first time he had been beaten to death, but it was the first time Annette had been shot. He never let a guard hurt Annette in that dark place, even less when Bibi died. He knew better than anyone that Annette managed to avoid attracting attention, and when a guard bothered her, she never resorted to violence, her smile and a few words were enough to leave her alone... most of the time. When things got out of control, Jack intervened and, occasionally, Oliver. The blond would always do something to get the guards' attention to forget about his friend, the price to pay was harsh punishments where a punch was like a caress. It wasn't that he liked to be whipped and electroshocked; he... didn't want her to h
Oliver was running freely through a field full of grass and flowers, feeling a tickle in his feet; the air was blowing lightly, taking some flowers with it. He laughed, finally feeling at peace."Oliver."When the chestnut heard his mother's soft voice behind him, he stopped smelling the flowers, turning to see the woman who had given him life smiling at him with open arms. Oliver didn't wait for a second, and with tears in his eyes, he ran to reach her."Mom," he murmured with a lump in his throat, "I missed you so much.""I missed you too, my boy."He felt the loneliness and sadness disappear when he was in Collette's arms; they were so warm and loving that Oliver just wanted to stay by her side forever. It was real; it wasn't a dream: he was hugging his mother. He felt her soft hands lovingly caress his hair, combing it back and forth."I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry I couldn't save you.""Shh, don't apologize; I abandoned you, but every
"When I said that if Collette weren't mine, she wouldn't be anyone's, life ensured that she wasn't with anyone."Oliver was shedding tears, as well as Donnell. Not letting her be happy neither with the person she loved nor her son; why didn't Collette's parents realize that the evil person was Elliot? Why had Oliver's parents' story been so cruel? Why didn't they have a dream life, an everyday life like everyone else?"If only you hadn't shown up that day, everything would be different."Elliot looked at Donnell enraged; he hated him and deserved to live watching how that child he hated so much died. Without thinking, he shot again, hitting the side of the young man who had the eyes of his beloved Collette.Oliver deserved to die suffering; he didn't want him to bleed to death; no, he would break him into pieces.With another shot, he broke the ropes that cut off the blood circulation in his wrists and took him by his shirt. Before waking up, he ha
-17 years ago-Unrequited love, forbidden love, and obsessive jealousy made the story of Collette, Elliot, and Donnell a horror story.Collette Gunn was the middle child of three children. Her parents worked hard, lacked nothing, and could have studied up to a college degree. Collette always appreciated the support and care of her parents but hated how strict they were with her and her other two siblings. The auburn-haired, emerald-eyed girl was an adventurer, always looking for new places to explore in the vast world around her. She wanted to travel the world and discover the greatest secrets of mother earth. She was the most energetic young woman Elliot had ever met; she always had that sparkle of joy in
"The grip must be firm; you cannot let your hands tremble. You must lock on your target, don't look away, concentrate on the area you wish to damage, and then fire."The following day, they got up early, leaving the cabin just as they had found it the night before. They walked through the forest to the area that divided attraction from reality.Oliver was the only one of the three who had had a restful sleep; both Chrystal and Donnell failed to sleep after the night's confessions. Almost all the conversation was of the adult who told in broad strokes his love story. The redhead spun everything with what Oliver confessed to her weeks before. Although she was not the right one to talk about a delicate and alien subject, she had to explain without many details the other part of the story, the amount of the story that she knew and that she was beginning to understand.The brown-haired boy fired for the fifth time, hitting the trunk three times in a row in different
They drove for four hours until they reached the famous Luris forest. They rented a cabin to spend the night in the camping area. It was impossible to sleep outdoors when the snow started to fall. The place was warm and cozy, with two bunk beds, a small kitchen, a chimney, and a bathroom.They spent the next three hours learning the basics of self-defense, using their bodies and items such as knives they had bought for each."When your opponent grabs you from behind, you must give him a blow with your elbow in the side, hard enough to get the air out of him so that he releases his arms. If you feel you are not strong enough to get the air out of him, use the knife, and bury it in their side or thigh. The pain will blind your fighter, and they will loosen their grip."Oliver never imagined that learning to defend himself would be so tiring. He was not physically fit, and his body was not yet fully healed, so it was a great effort for him to learn the most straigh
Her head conflicted; she didn't understand how she had left Jack behind. She didn't want to go on alone; why did Jack tell her all those things? Why did he always put his life in danger for her? She wasn't unique; she was just a mistake, her mother's greatest misfortune; why was she worth so much to Jack to risk his life?She was always the one who ended up saving him anyway. He had chosen the worst time to confess his feelings to her; that wasn't romantic or nice; he didn't give her time to say anything. It wasn't fair. This wasn't the fairytale she wanted by his side.Not every story had a happy ending; Collette and her mother repeated it to each other to death, but there were always happy moments. She saw her mother smile a few times and even heard her laugh. Collette herself had not had a happy ending...Will Annette also have to wait for her happy ending in death?Jack was a fool; you don't say things like that and then die. No. Jack promised her the
"Are you old enough to buy a gun?" The old gray-haired man looked doubtfully at the two youths who had appeared in his store once it opened. Even though the redhead looked older and had her official ID, it seemed strange to him that two boys would want to buy a gun that wasn't for hunting. "Of course, and we have money… if that's what you're worried about." Oliver stopped paying attention to the conversation, admiring all kinds of weapons and instruments to hunt animals or whatever they were used for. He was creeped out by that place despite having heat in the area; he did not like guns. Oliver had been threatened countless times with one, but he could not think of any other way to defend himself from Mr. Craig and his guards. He had to leave fear behind and be able to shoot like the hooded gentleman from the night before. "Oliver, let's go. We have what we need." Chrystal Daly tapped his shoulder to get his attention; the boy turned and nodde