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Love and hugs from your author, don't forget to follow, like, comment, and share.SHAWNA“Fucking Stacey!” I glanced at Eugene and let out a sigh, “Perhaps if you curse less I will be able to figure out a way for us to leave here.”Eugene scoffed, “Oh please, speak for yourself.”I glared at her, “You’re the one who got us into this!”“Yes, I shouldn't have come to warn you about the psychopath that has been unleashed on you! Maybe I wouldn't be in this hellhole again,” Eugene sneered. I let out a grunt as I relaxed on the wall. I felt a prick and I moved away to see cockroaches crawling out of the wall. Everything about this place disgusts me and I had no business being here. I was locked up in the same cell with Eugene. I had no idea where they've locked up Liam and I hoped for Stacey’s sake that he's alright because if she hurt him then she will have to deal with me. “How did it come to this?” I muttered. I heard voices outside and I grabbed hold of the iron bars as I shook it furiously. “I need to speak with the inspector!” I yelled. “Quiet!” a menacing
SHAWNA“Our handcuffs, they're off,” I mumbled, surprised.Eugene sat across from me in the police van, her smug face still managing to twist with anxiety. Liam leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, shooting her a sharp glare that could cut glass.“Relax, Shawna,” Eugene said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You did this. You led us right into Stacey’s trap.”Eugene rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop blaming me for your poor decisions. Maybe you would have seen it coming if you weren’t so naïve.”“Enough,” Liam snapped. “We’re all in this mess, thanks to her,” he said, pointing at Eugene, “so let’s focus on getting out.”Eugene scoffed, ignoring him as her eyes darted to the small window. The officers outside were talking in hushed tones, clearly distracted.“This is our chance,” she said suddenly, her voice low but excited. “We can slip out while th
EUGENEPain ripped through my shoulder as I stumbled into the dark alley, blood seeping between my fingers where I clutched my wound. My breaths were shallow and ragged, and every step felt like dragging a mountain. Liam’s voice echoed in my mind. “You don’t escape when the trap is wide open.”“Well, congratulations, Liam,” I muttered under my breath, collapsing against a dumpster. “You were right. Happy now?”I bit down a scream as I pressed harder on the wound. My vision blurred, and panic clawed at my chest. I was bleeding too much. If I didn’t stop it soon, I’d pass out, and passing out was as good as dying. I forced myself to think. The cops’ voices had faded, but I couldn’t afford to sit here for long.The alley reeked of rotting food and urine, but I had no choice. My eyes darted around, searching for anything that could help. An old, grimy t-shirt poked out of a trash bin, and I snatched it without hesitation, wrapping it tightly around my shoulder. The makeshift bandage was d
DAMIENI watched Stacey moving back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. She was setting things up, placing plates, arranging silverware, and adjusting napkins like everything had to be perfect. She looked calm, but I couldn’t focus on her. My phone was in my hand, glowing with updates about Shawna and Liam.Their arrest. It was all a mess I couldn’t figure out. My stomach felt heavy, and my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would Stacey have anything to do with this?“Damien?” Stacey’s voice cut through my thoughts.I glanced up to see her standing by my side, her eyes narrowed just slightly like she was trying to read me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her tone soft but laced with suspicion.I blinked, trying to focus on her face instead of the chaos running through my mind. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, slipping my phone into my pocket. “Just work stuff.”She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been acting strange all evening. Are you sure it’s just wo
SHAWNAThe world felt like it was spinning around me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t even bring myself to take a deep breath. I just... couldn’t. The police officers had come back, and the news they brought shook me to my core. Eugene had escaped.I felt a strange mixture of shock and... relief. It was wrong to feel this way, I knew. But part of me couldn’t help it. She had been a problem for so long, and now she was gone, but... at what cost? I could still hear the echo of the gunshot in my mind. It was too real.I looked over at Liam, his face as pale as mine. He kept glancing at the police like he was trying to figure out what their next move was. But there was no escape now. We were trapped.“So what now?” Liam asked, his voice low and strained like he was holding back his panic.One of the policemen snorted like the idea of us trying to find answers was laughable. “What do you think? You’re going to prison.”Liam clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “You know you left those ha
SHAWNAWhen I thought of marriage, my eyes would light up as I imagined being in bed with my husband, giggling as he whispered sweet words of affection to me. I had looked forward to cooking with him and having food fights every time we did.A sad smile settled on my face as I stared at the ceiling.“How naive I was,” I muttered, my voice breaking.If I had been told I'd be married at age twenty-two, I'd surely believe that but I wouldn't have believed my marriage would be loveless and the complete opposite of all that I had imagined.With a sigh, I sat up in bed. It had been two years since I got married yet it was still the same so thinking about it and regretting it was pointless.I gently got out of bed and sat back down because of how sore I was between my legs and a scowl settled on my face.“Even if he doesn't like me, can't he at least be gentle,” I muttered, frustrated because I was almost always sore anytime I had sex with my husband.As though he heard me, the door to the b
SHAWNAI immediately dashed down the stairs with my bag trying to be as quiet as I could so Damien wouldn’t know I was leaving the house.He didn't care about me enough to be bothered but if he knew I was leaving with my male friend, he'd stop me.It wasn't because he cared or was jealous but because he didn't want me to taint his reputation.I could have taken a taxi instead but it was late at night and someone of my status shouldn't be that careless.There had been times when I was nearly kidnapped because I was married to Damien but I was always lucky.If I ever got kidnapped, that would be the end of me because I doubted he'd come to my rescue.I exited the house and shut the gate behind me before crossing to the opposite side of the road to the blue, run-down car.“Are you okay?” Liam, my old friend, asked when I got into the front seat.We had been friends since college but since I got married, we rarely saw each other for obvious reasons.“Yes, I am. Now let's go,” I said with
SHAWNAIn Liam's car, I leaned my head against the seat's headrest trying to gather my thoughts on how I'd get the money since there was no way that my father would assist with the money; he'd tell me to get it from Damien.“I can assist you but there's no way it'd be up to the money you need,” Liam sighed and I turned to face him in annoyance.“Liam!” I snap. “You can barely make ends meet and you're trying to help me. With all that you've done for me, I should be the one helping you not the other way around. Even if you give me any money, I won't accept it and if you give it to the doctor, I'll loan double the money to pay you back.”“But how will you get the money when your family won't help you? It's not like you can ask your husband either,” He said.Right. Him.“Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do,” I told him with a determined look on my face.Liam turned to me with a shocked expression on his face. “How will you do that when he doesn't give you money and is unaware of you
SHAWNAThe world felt like it was spinning around me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t even bring myself to take a deep breath. I just... couldn’t. The police officers had come back, and the news they brought shook me to my core. Eugene had escaped.I felt a strange mixture of shock and... relief. It was wrong to feel this way, I knew. But part of me couldn’t help it. She had been a problem for so long, and now she was gone, but... at what cost? I could still hear the echo of the gunshot in my mind. It was too real.I looked over at Liam, his face as pale as mine. He kept glancing at the police like he was trying to figure out what their next move was. But there was no escape now. We were trapped.“So what now?” Liam asked, his voice low and strained like he was holding back his panic.One of the policemen snorted like the idea of us trying to find answers was laughable. “What do you think? You’re going to prison.”Liam clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “You know you left those ha
DAMIENI watched Stacey moving back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. She was setting things up, placing plates, arranging silverware, and adjusting napkins like everything had to be perfect. She looked calm, but I couldn’t focus on her. My phone was in my hand, glowing with updates about Shawna and Liam.Their arrest. It was all a mess I couldn’t figure out. My stomach felt heavy, and my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would Stacey have anything to do with this?“Damien?” Stacey’s voice cut through my thoughts.I glanced up to see her standing by my side, her eyes narrowed just slightly like she was trying to read me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her tone soft but laced with suspicion.I blinked, trying to focus on her face instead of the chaos running through my mind. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, slipping my phone into my pocket. “Just work stuff.”She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been acting strange all evening. Are you sure it’s just wo
EUGENEPain ripped through my shoulder as I stumbled into the dark alley, blood seeping between my fingers where I clutched my wound. My breaths were shallow and ragged, and every step felt like dragging a mountain. Liam’s voice echoed in my mind. “You don’t escape when the trap is wide open.”“Well, congratulations, Liam,” I muttered under my breath, collapsing against a dumpster. “You were right. Happy now?”I bit down a scream as I pressed harder on the wound. My vision blurred, and panic clawed at my chest. I was bleeding too much. If I didn’t stop it soon, I’d pass out, and passing out was as good as dying. I forced myself to think. The cops’ voices had faded, but I couldn’t afford to sit here for long.The alley reeked of rotting food and urine, but I had no choice. My eyes darted around, searching for anything that could help. An old, grimy t-shirt poked out of a trash bin, and I snatched it without hesitation, wrapping it tightly around my shoulder. The makeshift bandage was d
SHAWNA“Our handcuffs, they're off,” I mumbled, surprised.Eugene sat across from me in the police van, her smug face still managing to twist with anxiety. Liam leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, shooting her a sharp glare that could cut glass.“Relax, Shawna,” Eugene said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You did this. You led us right into Stacey’s trap.”Eugene rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop blaming me for your poor decisions. Maybe you would have seen it coming if you weren’t so naïve.”“Enough,” Liam snapped. “We’re all in this mess, thanks to her,” he said, pointing at Eugene, “so let’s focus on getting out.”Eugene scoffed, ignoring him as her eyes darted to the small window. The officers outside were talking in hushed tones, clearly distracted.“This is our chance,” she said suddenly, her voice low but excited. “We can slip out while th
SHAWNA“Fucking Stacey!” I glanced at Eugene and let out a sigh, “Perhaps if you curse less I will be able to figure out a way for us to leave here.”Eugene scoffed, “Oh please, speak for yourself.”I glared at her, “You’re the one who got us into this!”“Yes, I shouldn't have come to warn you about the psychopath that has been unleashed on you! Maybe I wouldn't be in this hellhole again,” Eugene sneered. I let out a grunt as I relaxed on the wall. I felt a prick and I moved away to see cockroaches crawling out of the wall. Everything about this place disgusts me and I had no business being here. I was locked up in the same cell with Eugene. I had no idea where they've locked up Liam and I hoped for Stacey’s sake that he's alright because if she hurt him then she will have to deal with me. “How did it come to this?” I muttered. I heard voices outside and I grabbed hold of the iron bars as I shook it furiously. “I need to speak with the inspector!” I yelled. “Quiet!” a menacing
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DAMIEN“Where exactly are you, Shawna? Where have you been?" I asked myself as I dialed her number for the umpteenth time this evening, I've been trying to get to her since morning but there hasn't been anything from her end.It's just like she vanished into thin air, there's no way she wouldn't have been on her phone since this morning, I've not been able to get through to her at all.I dialed her number once more but I was directed to voicemail this time around. Could she have turned off her phone? Or what could have gone wrong?“I’ll just go over to her house or the office, she'd be in either of those two places,” I mumbled to myself, concluding that I was going to her house now.There's currently nothing else I can do other than that, I didn't want to just start doing that before. I'd surely look stupid if I had shown up at her house because she hadn't answered my call in an hour.I dressed up and did everything I needed to do quickly to get there very fast. I just need to make su
STACEYA smile that I couldn't even tell if it was genuine or not came up on my face as I watched them being taken away by the policemen on the laptop before me.I'll actually give myself this, I really tried with the planning and all. I didn't even have to do much, Eugene is so dumb and predictable.I knew she'd want to go to Shawna again. All I had to do was to bug her and watch as she really foolishly went to meet with her. And as expected, that boy was with Shawna.They've all been arrested like this, I can't wait to go over there and say it to their faces when they find out that I'm behind this.“This is going to be so interesting." I smiled coyly as I rewatched that scene where they were taken to the police station. The confusion on each of their faces as they were handcuffed and taken away was golden.I know Eugene would want to do something like this, the more reason I had to do something about her quick. I made a huge mistake by getting her out of prison, I really shouldn't h
SHAWNA“What I think we should do is to set Stacey up, that's currently the only thing that can be done to trap her. Because she doesn't look like she'll back down normally now." Eugene said.Her idea makes sense, but I still won't do this without knowing the real truth about this, I want to know what Stacey has been up to and what we can do to counter it.“Do you know what Stacey is planning instead? Do you, maybe have an idea of what she has been up to?" I asked out loud."I honestly don't know yet, but I know it's something very big. She's ready to take anyone out of her way, she badly wants to achieve it and she's desperate.”At this point, I have no idea if Stacey just wants Damien to herself or if she's out for another reason or motive. She has been acting like she wants to achieve something much more than that.Because at this point, I don't think anyone can be so crazily obsessed over someone. It's either she's mentally unstable or she's out for revenge.“You mean you don't kn