September 22, 2016
I waited almost two weeks before reporting Robert's illegal activities to the police because I didn't want Sierra to know who reported it if I did it the same day I went to their house.
I didn't introduce myself to the cops; instead, I dialed their number from a payphone. I told the cops that Robert was using drugs and abusing the women who were with him at home, and then I gave them the address of Sierra's house. The cops went to Sierra's residence late at night so Robert wouldn't notice that the police already knew what he's up to. I also went there secretly and watched from a distance, right when the police arrived; Robert was hurting Jade, which confirmed my report, many drugs were confiscated in their house, people got upset outside and couldn't believe Robert could do that because they thought this man was decent and kind
People in our school were continually staring at her whenever we came in together; she was no longer looked at for her beauty, but for what had happened in her life. She was bullied even more, but I defended her once as a reason for them to stop. The professors felt sorry for her and became even more protective of her; they adored her for being intelligent, sweet, and kind, so they were on her side. They made sure that no one will hurt or bully Sierra in the school anymore, if someone is caught doing so will get severely punished by the principal.When she abruptly came to a stop halfway through her classroom door, I nearly tripped on my own feet. "What? Did you leave something in the car? I'll go back for it." I said.Her visage was once again expressionless. Before she spoke, she sighed, "I'd like you to stop picking me up and driving me home from school. I w
When it was time for lunch, I went straight to Sierra's classroom to give her a snack. She thanked me and didn't say anything else; she was with Maevis and a couple of her friends were also finishing their work in the classroom, so I felt quite secure because she was telling the truth and she wasn't alone with the weirdo Maevis. I then went straight to the cafeteria to eat because I hadn't eaten breakfast and my stomach was growling.As soon as I came inside, I was struck by the unusual presence of people. I even overheard them talking about Sierra yelling at me earlier, and when they noticed me, they immediately stopped talking and avoided looking at me. While others, such as Dionne, continued to mock me. Instead of leaving, I kept walking toward the counter, as if they were all invisible to me."Gosh, I couldn't believe Archer would lower himself to the level
I almost went to pick up Sierra from their classroom to take her home after class, but I realized she didn't want me to do that anymore. So I left the school without looking back at her room. I was about to get into my car when I stopped in my trance when I saw her walking home with Maevis. I wanted to stop her, but I didn't want her to become even more enraged with me, so I let her go with that crazy head."Hey, Archer, are you on your way home yet?" I flinched and took a quick glance at the person speaking next to me. It's Ever."Um, yeah." I offered him a tiny smile. He shrugged, and I could see in his eyes that he was attempting to say something, so I waited while watching the students run and stroll out of the school."Is it okay if I talk to you about something? Only if you have a second and if you're fine wit
September 27, 2016Sierra has been away from school for three days. Sierra arrived for Ever's birthday celebration but only stayed for a few minutes, primarily to give Ever my gift before leaving. I never phoned Sierra that day, so I had no idea she came, not because I don't care, but because I don't want to ruin her mood. I merely told her that if she wanted to attend Ever's party, that's fine with me, and made her bring my gift for him.I went to Sierra's house the day after Ever's birthday because she didn't go to school that day. I was about to ask her why she didn't go, but then I spotted her from a distance through the large glass windows of their shop, talking with a lady in her twenties. Based on the irritated expressions on their faces, they appeared to be in a misunderstanding. I believe she was speaking to Emmy, her cousin.
I parked my car near Sierra's house. I rushed out when I found Maevis sitting in a chair inside their bakeshop, chatting to Sierra, who was just standing in front of her, patiently listening to whatever she was saying. I ran closer and instantly drew Sierra's attention; her eyes widened slightly, prompting Maevis to look through the window; she was likewise taken aback when she saw me sprinting toward the bakeshop as if my life depended on reaching them.When I opened the door, Maevis immediately rose up, patted Sierra on the shoulder, and turned in my direction without looking at me. She was ready to go out the door when I moved to block her way, causing her to raise her head and throw me a death glare."Can you get out of my way?" Her voice was irritated, but I ignored her and turned to look at Sierra, who was still standing there embracing herself. Maevis mo
I tousled my hair and slumped back in my chair, defeated by my own love for her. "Can you tell me what you want to talk about?" I asked gently. She continued to cry as she stared at the table, her chin resting on her palm.I suddenly felt sad for her plight, so despite my annoyance, I stood up and went behind her. I pulled her hair behind her ear and knelt down beside her, holding her other hand in her lap. Sierra wiped her tears away and glanced at me."I'm sorry for treating you like a shit and—""Shh, stop saying that." I said as I kissed her hand. I despise it when she belittles herself, since she will always be that flawless girl in my eyes."There are just too many things going on in my thoughts that are confusing me." Sierra sniffed and wiped her tears away
September 27, 2016I'm currently having dinner with my entire family at the dining table. Bryon returned home to tell our parents that he had passed his exam, and this dinner is a sort of celebration for him as well. For the first time, dad applauded him even when he wasn't smiling, while mom was overjoyed. I congratulated him as well, but it was the first and only statement I said to him, and we didn't say anything else to each other after that. He also still didn't inform Dad about my relationship with Sierra, as if he had forgotten about it, which is pretty weird, but I'm still relieved that he didn't. He will also return to the city tomorrow morning.It's six o'clock at night, and I left Sierra's place right after class since I didn't want mom and dad to worry why I was late if I lingered too long in her place. But I promised Sierra I'd return late at night
"Just stop! Stop!" When I opened my eyes and heard a banging noise, I saw mom's fist hit the table and scream so loudly. "Why do you have to aggravate matters, Arthur? Oh, how I wish we could have a peaceful meal just once! But you're continuously coming up with new ways to ruin us! I'm so tired of this!" She removed Bryon's hold on her shoulders and stood up. Dad also stood up, he looked so offended."What are you talking about? I'm likewise sick of trying to understand your children's idiocy, especially your youngest! Is it really my fault that every day that comes to us, he causes us a headache? I tried everything to understand him and even endure his actions, but you can see how he continues to insult me and abuse any chance I give him! And he has the arrogance to threaten me with a knife! If you still have the patience to put up with that demon, well, I don't!"
"Where are we going?!" When the light from the lamp post crossed his eyes, I noticed how dark and horrible they were. I attempted to yank Archer's hand away from me, but he became quite violent."You fucking lied to me! And if you can't love me back, I'm going to get rid of you instead " There was no other man, no stalker, and a man with a face mask. It was just Archer and me. But before that happened, I called Emmy to the Meadowoods Library before Archer ever got close to me. When I asked for help for the third time, I told her that I would go with her since there's someone who's threatening to kill me. Of course, she was concerned.I had the entire plan written down before Archer did. But it was never my intent to drag Amalia under her grave."Calm down, Archer; we can talk this through." He was practically twisting my hands and tried to shove me inside his car while I was in pain. But I needed to buy some time because Amalia hadn't arrived yet."Why should we talk
Everyone in Camden Town knows practically everyone else, including the famous Mayor and his family. As I already stated, I did a great deal of reading and pondering before heading to that location. As a person who grew up in a bizarre and aberrant environment, everything must have a reason, or else your existence will be meaningless. My intention to kill myself was pure when I drowned myself, but after I was awakened, I gradually wanted to restart my life because of Jade and Everson, but my flesh was telling me that living a simple life was never for me. I knew Everson was friends with Archer; while I was going around Camden, I would see them together, and there was a whisper in my ear instructing me to do what I wanted to do. And it was to get close to Archer Leviticus. When I thought about him, I told myself that I needed to see a psychiatrist again since everything about me isn't normal anymore. I want to be good, but I also want to be bad. I started hatin
"Thank God, you're awake!" Jade pulled me back to life when I thought I had sunk to numbness. It was a terrible heartache, and I felt like Jade smashed my dream. I was already so close to dying. I was so enraged by her but something unusual happened to me that day when I witnessed a single tear fall from Jade's eyes. It was as if something struck my heart; it was the first time in years that I thought someone truly cared about me. And the fact that she was a complete stranger made me appreciate her even more. Someone risked her life to save a piece of garbage like me while I was alone in the vastness of the water. That day, I couldn't decide whether to be glad that He had kept me alive or angry because I knew that once I was living, something awful would happen in my life again. But now I already know the answer. Being alive is cruel to me. I didn't deserve to have a second life. It took me a week to finally respond to Jade becau
"She left us." I placed my hand on Amalia's shoulder to stop her from walking. "Let's just face it." I told her once again, and when Amalia eventually stopped, I closed my eyes in relief. She turned to face me, her eyes and entire face scarlet from crying. She knelt on her knees and cried even more, panting for breath. "Let's just say she's in good hands now—" "You can't rest assured! Allison, she's just thirteen!" She yelled at me. I looked around and noticed others stopping to stare in astonishment at us. I knelt down, took her hand, and pulled her up, but she quickly swayed my hands away from her. "How can you be so calm? Our sister has gone missing!" She yelled at me again, looking at me in utter disbelief. It had been a year; one day we woke up, Luisa was gone. I knew it would happen soon because Luisa kept talking about asking for help and what may have occurred to us only if we had gone with our sisters. So, I had the feeling th
"I fucking despise myself!" Amalia sobbed and smacked her head. I took a nervous breath and bit my bottom lip before taking Amalia's hand in mine and embraced her. She sobbed, burying her head in my arms to avoid looking at our sisters, who were being taken by the cops. While Luisa was sitting on the ground hugging her knees avoiding looking at our sisters. I watched them from a distance, hiding behind trees, as they were perplexed and puzzled of what was happening, their eyes wandering around, attempting to find us everywhere while they sobbed. We didn't have a choice but to leave them or turn them over; we didn't have the money to feed them any longer, and we all knew that keeping our younger sisters in our care wouldn't get us anywhere. The proprietor of the previous motel we were in was starting to get suspicious of us, first, we were just a bunch of kids, and he was perplexed as to why we only stayed in a room with one bedroom, and he probably also
Carrie was right the entire time because as I grew older, I learned that mama was more than just the mother figure we all want. She wasn't ordinary; she was above and beyond everyone else. She was observant and had finesse, and she knew how to bend straight lines without getting caught. She knew everything about evil, and she also taught me everything. Like Allison, I took Carrie's advice to gain Mama's trust. It wasn't easy, as she had warned me. I didn't know where to begin since whenever I approached Mama, all I could feel was nervousness, and she was always mad and strict with me. Facing her was like facing Satan himself. And what's worse was I had forgotten that I had once been Allison, and I had simply forgotten how to be like her. Allison, as I recall, was a crybaby who was always afraid but yet did things she was afraid of anyhow. But, as time went by, I grew accustomed to lying and became a professional, just like my mother. I felt like I had inherit
"Why are you crying? You should be happy that mama didn't punish you," Carrie said as she rubbed Allison's shoulder, prompting Allison to glance up at her sister. Carrie was eighteen years old and could live on her own, but their "mama" would never allow her or any of them. Allison sniffed and brushed her tears away, but they still wouldn't stop falling. Her eyes suddenly fell on Carrie's bruises on her bare arms and legs; she had received them just weeks ago when she attempted to flee and seek help from authorities. She was their mama's most trusted child, not just because she was the oldest, but also because she was the best at lying, but now she was just another piece of trash that their mama hid under the basement. "I simply didn't like what I did to Nathalia and her mother," Allison said as she shook her head and sobbed again. Their mother always told them not to cry because it only makes people weak, but Allison was only seven years old and couldn't kee
"Mama, I think what we're doing is wrong." Allison muttered as she looked at her mother, who was putting on her earrings while checking herself in the mirror. Allison's heartbeat raced faster as her mother stopped what she was doin; she already knew her mother was going to chastise her, one of her mother's dislikes are them talking back at her or being against or questioning her actions. She embraced the doll that Nathalia gave her, because she finds comfort in it whenever she is afraid, which she is all the time. Dahlia's mother was dressed in a black long-sleeved dress, scarlet stilettos, and her hair was carefully done into a bun. Her lips were as red as blood, and she was really going for a stunning look since she was going out to dinner with Grace's wealthy friends. Dahlia would never say no to Grace's invitation to an expensive dinner. Dahlia has been acting as Grace's friend for two weeks now. She couldn't help but giggle inside her head at
"Oh my god, thank you so much! This is the finest gift I have ever received in my life! I really love it!" Exclaimed Dahlia, Susie's mother, as she gazed at the embroidered hoop of flowers Grace had made for her. "Oh my! My ears would be clapping," Grace sheepishly said as she shook hands in front of Dahlia, but on the inside, she was ecstatic that Dahlia liked it. "No, honestly, you are really wonderful at this," Dahlia said as she set the embroidery hoop on a vacant chair to her right. "Thank you so much; I learned to embroider from my mother," Grace said, looking at her mother beside her. Grace's mother, Merriam, teased her, saying, "Grace loves delivering her embroideries to her new neighbors, and you would probably know what she would give you when holiday comes. On top of that, she would really spend her day only doing this, no doubt since our house is extremely filled with her works." They all laughed. "Oh, come on!"