"All rise for the Honorable Judge Hamilton" The officer recited in a monotone voice as a man in a black gown entered.
We all stood as he sat, and I could get a better look at my dad and Larry at the front. As if feeling my gaze, he turned to meet my eyes, and I involuntarily looked away as my anxiety rose. We both knew that today was the day.
He would go away in prison forever, and I will never see him free again.
I had cried on my way here, and Tristan was with me all the way. Gosh what would I do without him? I loved him so much that words couldn’t even tell. My mom, Emily and even Jessica were here for support too, and I cou
Song for final chapter: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding *** ~~~~ Hey Cianna. If you're seeing this, it means I finally had the courage to send the letter I rewrote about a hundred times because you wont answer my calls or texts. So here we are, going back to good ol' letters. Well if you hadn't already crushed this paper and you are still reading, then um, thank you. I just wanted to make a few things clear. I didn’t like how things ended between us Cianna, so you had to know the truth.
Bangkok Thailand. I couldn’t believe I was actually looking at the beautiful city, just like I dreamed. The view from where I stood in my hotel room was breathtakingly marvelous. I could see the tiny people as they ventured to their various places of business or leisure, and hundreds of vehicles as they roamed the city. The gleaming rays of sunlight burning through the body length window didn’t even phase me. I loved the warmth that it gave my every nerve, and the wonderful feeling of tranquility of it all. It was everything I imagined, and I was glad I got the chance to live it with the man of my dreams. I remember around two years ago when Tristan and I went on our first date, I told him that it had always been a dream of mine to visit this beautiful place. Turns o
A knock on my door distracted me from my movie marathon, just as it was getting to the good part. With an eye roll and a very exaggerated groan, I dragged myself to open it."Who are you? " I asked as soon as I yanked the door open.The woman watched me with an eyebrow raised before peering over my shoulder to see inside my living room."Good day mam. May I come in? " She asked in a monotone voice, and it was my time to raise an eyebrow."No you may not. Who areyou? " I asked more sternly. She didn't look impressed, but her face held no emotion--much like her voice."Did you know a Sheldon Myers mam? " She asked, completely catchi
I admit, I was wrong. I said some things in the break-up message that didn't look too good on my part, and maybe I meant each and every thing I said. But I didn't kill that son of a- I mean, poor departed soul. The guy was a lying cheating douche and I maybe had come up with multiple murder plans in my head, but I have my own a life to deal with.Why throw it away for someone not worth it? I mean, I was sad that he's dead and all, and I felt guilty that it was only two days after I ended things in a very verbose text message, but oddly I felt normal. One might've said that I was heartless and even though things ended badly between us, I should've still been even the least bit affected. But I wasn't.Maybe it ju
"Another drink please!" I bellowed at the bartender after my hundredth shot. I was definitely drunk but I didn't care one bit. I had friends that could take me home, and if they ditched me then I'll simply just die trying to drive home drunk. We all have to die right? "Are you sure you need another drink?" A foreign voice from beside me asked, and I had to blink a couple times to focus my gaze on him. He looked like he was around my age and he was certainly hot and good-looking. Maybe it was the liquor, but I couldn't help the lopsided grin that spread across my face. "I'm a big girl. I can take a drink" I slurred in an attempt to sound normal but failed miserably. Yetdespite my state, he managed to smile sweetly a
"Dad that makes zero sense! " I bellowed at him as I pointed at the stupid TV show he loved so much.He simply shrugged, still invested in what the characters were doing. I love my dad and we got along quite well, but since I was a little girl, it was obvious that we were polar opposites. We found interest in completely different things, so I guess that's why our relationship never got boring. Opposite, after all, do attract. The doorbell went off and I saw it as a perfect opportunity to escape from the terrible show I was watching with my dad. "I'll get it! " I rushed out as I hopped from the couch and wobbled on my numb feet to the door. Icombed my fingers through my thick hair to make it seem somewhat presentable as I pulled the door open.
I seemed to have taken him off-guard with the kiss, but he quickly recovered and kissed me back. I was internally rejoicing that he didn't push me away from him and lock me up or something, then I would've noticed that he wasn't making naughty inside jokes about locking me up all along. But just the way how he took control made me realize that I didn't misunderstand him one bit. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the door as he continued to move his lips roughly against mine. I couldn't help but run my fingers through his devilishly messy dark hair that I itched to feel from the moment I saw him. I received a throaty groan from him as he ran one hand up and down my waist while he used the other to pull at my hair, automatically giving him better access. Igasped
This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane. He licked my bottom lip slowly and deadly, causing me to gasp at how tingly it felt, and he wasted no time in claiming my tongue with his. He deepened the kiss, taking me in body, soul and mind through just one simple kiss. It made me eager to see wh
Bangkok Thailand. I couldn’t believe I was actually looking at the beautiful city, just like I dreamed. The view from where I stood in my hotel room was breathtakingly marvelous. I could see the tiny people as they ventured to their various places of business or leisure, and hundreds of vehicles as they roamed the city. The gleaming rays of sunlight burning through the body length window didn’t even phase me. I loved the warmth that it gave my every nerve, and the wonderful feeling of tranquility of it all. It was everything I imagined, and I was glad I got the chance to live it with the man of my dreams. I remember around two years ago when Tristan and I went on our first date, I told him that it had always been a dream of mine to visit this beautiful place. Turns o
Song for final chapter: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding *** ~~~~ Hey Cianna. If you're seeing this, it means I finally had the courage to send the letter I rewrote about a hundred times because you wont answer my calls or texts. So here we are, going back to good ol' letters. Well if you hadn't already crushed this paper and you are still reading, then um, thank you. I just wanted to make a few things clear. I didn’t like how things ended between us Cianna, so you had to know the truth.
"All rise for the Honorable Judge Hamilton" The officer recited in a monotone voice as a man in a black gown entered. We all stood as he sat, and I could get a better look at my dad and Larry at the front. As if feeling my gaze, he turned to meet my eyes, and I involuntarily looked away as my anxiety rose. We both knew that today was the day. He would go away in prison forever, and I will never see him free again. I had cried on my way here, and Tristan was with me all the way. Gosh what would I do without him? I loved him so much that words couldn’t even tell. My mom, Emily and even Jessica were here for support too, and I cou
"Are you sure about this?" Tristan asked, gently rubbing my back. With a deep breath, I nodded. My dad did something terrible, and I knew that. I was upset with him and he still needed to pay dearly for his crimes, despite how much I love him. He was my best friend. He taught me so much in life, and I couldn’t think that he would betray every good moral that he had ever taught me like this. But deep down, I knew that if this was the only way to close the case fully before his trial date, then I had to do it. He'd be upset with me, but he was the only one who brought this upon himself. "Yes. I'm sure" I decided, taking the phone from him with shaky hands. He rubbed my back with a gentle smile as I dialed the number. Sean
NOTE: Chapter contains mature content. Just a little bit.Happy reading!***"Mom can you get me more painkillers on your way back?""Okay sweetie. Remember to rest!" My mom bellowed as she went through the front door. I've gotten so used to her being here, that I even forgot that this was temporary. She didn’t even seem like she was making an effort to try and get back to her husband.But oddly I didn’t mind. I hated what had been going on in my life, especially with my dad, so
My legs shook in anticipation as I waited in the car. It was my dad's bail hearing, but I just knew I couldn’t go inside. His lawyer and old friend, Larry, greeted me before they went in, and he actually assured me that my dad would be okay and he'll do all he can to get him free. But that was the issue. Did I want him to be free? Of course I missed my dad and wished that everything could go back to normal like this never happened, but something did happen. And if he really killed those people, no matter how much I loved him, he can't walk free.
It has been twelve days since I got stabbed. Twelve days since Mia died, and Twelve days since my dad committed a crime that landed him in jail. Contrastly, it has been five days since I've been discharged from the hospital. Five days telling myself that I wasn’t going to visit my dad, and five days since I've spoken to Tristan. I hated myself for avoiding him like this. I knew he wasn’t to blame for any of this. I wanted him so damn much to hold me, tell me everything will be okay, but anytime I saw my phone blazing up with a call from him, I didn’t pick it up. I only spoke to him once to get my dog back that he kept for me wh
"So I see the tables have turned." A voice broke me from my debate with my mom and Tristan, and I spun around so fast that my back erupted in pain again.Nonetheless, it didn't concern me, because I only beamed at the woman as she waltzed in with yet another bouquet of flowers."Jessica!" I practically screamed as she gave me a quick hug. She looked good for the most part, and I was glad to see that the bullet wound wasn't keeping her down. It's so odd how a couple weeks ago, this was her."Hey I'm so glad you're awake. When I heard the news I was crushed.""It's okay Jess. I'm okay. And thank you for the third bouquet of flowers" I chuckled as I placed the bundles of lilies besi
My throat felt like the Sahara Desert as I felt my toes twitch. The enhanced sound of a constant beeping was almost deafening to my ears, and my nose twitched under the strong smell of hand sanitiser and bleach. My eyes felt glued shut as I tried to open them, and I noticed it felt like days since I've used any of my senses. I tried to shift, tried to move, but a sharp pain in my lower back and waist sent me in a stiffened, still state. I heard myself wince, which only sent more unwanted dry air to my parched throat. I erupted into a series of coughs, and I heard a low gasp near by me as I finally forced my eyes open. The first thing I was met with was a bright, white tiled roof. My vision was then invaded by a woman's face and brown curls. I blinked a few times to get my vision clearer, a