- HAZEL - I let out a sigh as I step into his room, keeping the door shut. I let my back rest on the door, staring into nothingness as different thoughts plague my mind. Seeing Asami and that man today did not aid my cause. If I didn’t have that run in to the bathroom, I would’ve had a panic attac
Recently, well, just now, I’ve come to notice an order in her texts and call conversations. They mostly centre around Killian not knowing about it. It’s pitiful that she’s obsessed with someone who doesn’t give a shit about her but is this something I should take into account? She’s so fixated on hi
- KILLIAN - Do I enjoy doing this? Hell yeah. Am I still pissed at her? Slightly. Is the urge to fill her with my dick high? Incredibly so. Does seeing her naked tamper with my recent emotions? In all honesty, yes it does. But will I waver? Definitely not. There’s just something about hav
“Can I touch him?” This makes me chuckle. “You call my dick a he?” I ask. She bites her lip while giving me a sheepish nod. “It’s all yours to handle, kitten.” I take my hand out of her. This causes her to pant heavily. Hazel locks eyes with me as she lets her hand roam down my body. She dips
- KILLIAN - She falls asleep so easily. Everywhere and anywhere. Whenever we’re done being intimate, it’s easy to catch her glued to her pillow Is it that good? Am I that yummy to experience? Whatever the answer is, I take a pause, who am I kidding? I know what the answer is. Yes I am. I diver
It was brutal. . . . For each of us. Which is one more reason why this is really draining mentally. I have an adamant loathe towards Asami, my past lover, while Owen has an ever longing grudge against me. What a way to turn us against each other, I must commend S for that. A sigh leaves my lips as
- HAZEL - It’s dark. I am walking down a hallway I’m well accustomed to without any source of light. None in my hand, not even my phone, and none in the building. I just know where I’m headed. I’m going to meet someone. The last person I’d actually ever want to meet but I don’t have much of a c
- HAZEL - My body jumps up with a scream. I’m panting hard and breathing heavily while having the worst mental breakdown I’ve ever experienced and I’m voicing it out loud with wails. “What? What’s wrong?!” Killian sits up. He’s by my side, putting an arm around me but I can’t hold myself. I burst
- KILLIAN - I just want her near me. I am loosing my mind every single second knowing she’s out there alone. Knowing I was warned by not only Natalie but Liam as well yet I chose to discard it. Knowing I put her in danger. And this time, it’s not simply Asami. S is involved. Owen is involved. A
‘Don’t scare me like that. . .’ Staring at the text i typed on my keyboard, I bite my lower lip in thought. Is a ‘pick me up at nine’ text better in this case? I don’t know what to respond to reading my life is in danger. My fingers sweep through my hair, pushing it backwards. I’m puffing air out my
- HAZEL - A buzz makes my brows crease, stirring the sleepiness out of my eyes. I don’t want to not be asleep. I want to have some rest. It’s the least I can have after such a shitty day; this is me referring to yesterday by the way. The buzz keeps disturbing. I turn to the side, keeping my eyes
- KILLIAN - I tap a pen on my desk, sighing each time it collides with table. The gentle thud it makes eases my nerves. Almost like my zippo does. The open and slam of my door against the wall draws my attention from the pen to the door. “Calling me at random hours is getting old, don’t you t
- OWEN - “Let’s just say, I needed to speak to you about certain arrangements.” The computer voice chimes. I withdraw my hand holding my phone to my ears steadily and place my phone back on the couch, keeping it on loud speaker. The only being who can infiltrate my mansion any day and any time
With poison. One that wouldn’t be traced even with an autopsy. Once a child crosses a certain level of abuse, it’s hard to want to imagine to go back to it. That’s why I did what I did. How everything else was willed to me however? Is something that’ll be kept to myself no matter what. Till I’m read
And the lucky ones, like me, made it despite the struggle. In a world where everyone seems to care about each other, when you’re a nobody, you’ll realise that it’s all pretence. People stan being there for one another only when they don’t see you as filthy or a burden. Only when the only kind of fil
- OWEN - I hum a tune. A familiar one my mother used to sing. Something original and passed down for generations till it got to me according to her. It’s calming yet there’s something violent and murderous about it that makes it so thrilling. I guess that’s the kind of tune that’ll be catchy for
Where on earth did I lose my phone?! When?! Could it be with the girls from the study group? I can’t even call them to reach out to them. I shove everything that fell from my bag to a corner of my bed then fall flat on my bed. I’m too exhausted to even act out my worry. The chances of me finding my