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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "That about wraps it up." Sofia said, looking around the kitchen. "You guys did a good job." I complimented as I looked around the kitchen too, taking in the hard work my friends had put in to clean the Penthouse's kitchen. The marble counter and island glinted and shone under the stream of light created by the light bulbs as if it was agreeing with my compliment. "We did do a good job." Layla said smugly, drying her hands off on the cream colored kitchen towel. "I'm glad that is done and over with." Janelle sighed, checking her fingers for any damage to her nails which she had just installed a few days ago. After having our lunch, the girls had joined me in cleaning up the living room and kitchen. Sofia had wiped off the kitchen's counter and island because she was the queen of wiping down dirty or greasy surfaces and making them shine; Janelle was in charge of loading the dish washer, an effortless chore because she was trying to avoid any damage to
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The room was suffocating, hot, and airless, even with the air conditioner humming gently in one corner of the big space. My back hurt from crouching under the table for too long, and my throat was parched from the tension that coursed through my body and caused my muscles to be knitted tightly. You must be wondering why I was in such a position in the first place. What I would tell you is that I had made the biggest mistake that day, by listening to the voice inside of my head. No wonder psychopaths got taken to psychiatrist hospitals- because the voices in our heads were not to be trusted. But like the soft and kind hearted person that I was, I, Danielle Dawson, had stupidly listened to and trusted the voices inside of my own head that had encouraged me to go into Adrian's room. At first, entering Adrian's room had been a breeze- facile and undramatic. After turning the door knob, I had let the door fly open, the door hitting the wall with a soft thud. I ha
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I stared at Adrian, my expression mirroring his. My eyes, like his, were as wide as saucers from the shock of being caught in the act by him. My knees stung from falling on to the wooden floor in shock, and sweat had started to form on my brow. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Adrian said, his chest heaving up and down and his eyes squinting in anger. My throat had suddenly dried up, and my tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of my mouth, preventing me from uttering a single word. "Did you not hear me? I asked what the fuck you're doing crouching in my fucking room like a thief." Adrian said again, the volume in his voice starting to rise from anger. I coughed to clear my throat, and wiped off the sweat on my brows with the back of my hand. I then stood up from my crouched position on the floor and looked around the room- anywhere but at Adrian's angry face. "I'm still waiting for my answer." Adrian said, folding his arms across his chest in confro
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER SIXTY.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The early morning sunlight licked its way mutely through the closed beige curtains which covered the length of the windows in my bedroom, and fell on to my face. I squeezed my eyes shut in order to block out the tiniest hint of the dull light, much preferring the dark of the night to the morning light. Seeing as any hopes of going back to sleep had being dashed at that point, I relaxed the muscles of my eye lids and let my eyes fly open. I threw away the blankets and comforter I had tucked myself into the previous night, and buried my feet into my bathroom slippers. With my legs padding loudly against the wooded floor of the room, I made my way towards the widows and threw the curtains open, a thrill running through my veins as I watched the way the light streamed into the room and highlight the wooden floors. I then padded across the room in to the en suite bathroom to take care of my morning hygiene. Staring at me from the bathroom mirror was the literal d
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. For the first time in a really long time, I was up with the sun. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, dressed in my most comfortable set of pajamas which consisted of a blouse and bottoms, and I looked out of the window at the colours that painted the sky. Hues of pink and purple were reflected in the scudding clouds that had gathered overnight. I checked my phone for the day's weather forecast, seeing that the day was predicted to be scalding hot like every other day in August had been so far. I trailed to the kitchen, my bathroom slippers padding gently and then slapping loudly as they made the transition from the rugged living room floors to the wooded kitchen floors. I rummaged through the fridge for breakfast, searching for the last piece of frozen pizza which I had kept in the fridge the previous night. I picked up the plate of the two day old piece of pizza which I had been preserving for that morning, placed it into the microwa
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "This tastes sublime." Azra exclaimed after taking a bite out of her cheeseburger. We were at the school cafeteria for our lunch. Having settled our little brawl of sorts, I had let Azra drag me with her to the cafeteria, all the while she was eagerly talking about her excitement for lunch and high expectations from the cafeteria staff that afternoon. I was just as excited and expectant as she was- I could barely wait to relive my first experience with the delicious cafeteria food. We had trooped into the cafeteria, alongside several of our other course mates and colleagues, and joined the already long queue that was lined up in front of the food. For my meal, I'd opted for a cheeseburger, fries without the ketchup, some chicken, and a can of soda. Azra had chosen to take the same food that I had chosen saying that the food looked like the type of meal she needed at that moment. We had then looked around for an empty table to seat at, and our luck sh
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The rest of my first week as a full time MBA student at the Leonard N.Stern School of Business, the business school branch of the New York University, went by in a blur of enduring different introductory classes from several professors during the day, having lunch with my two new school friends, Azra and Melody, returning to an empty and dreary house in the evening, binge watching tv shows and movies while stuffing my face full of exquisite Italian cuisines. I woke up, day after day, only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. It was hectic and sad- that was how pathetic my very living had become. Slowly and unbearably, Friday morning came, and as the first rays of the morning sunlight casted itself across my room and fell on my face, through the open curtains, in a dull glow, I could not wait to get the day started and over with it. That morning, after I had opened my eyes, I exited the cocoon of warmth that I had placed myself in the night before b
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. On hearing Madelyn accept Azra's invitation to have lunch with us, my hopes of avoiding her for the rest of the day were, once more, dashed. I released the breath I had not even noticed that I had been holding, and felt my shoulders deflate in disappointment at her acceptance. I had been too preoccupied in my misery to notice Madelyn watching me, and by the time I caught her gaze, it was already too late- she had seen my disappointment. I felt a surge of guilt wash over me as Madelyn looked away from my gaze, a saddened look in her hazel eyes. It seemed we were the only ones feeling the sizzling tension as both Azra and Melody were too caught up in their awe of seeing Madelyn and having her join us for lunch to be aware whatever was going on in the room. "Yes! I'm so excited!" Azra said giddily. She threw her arms in the air, and the action caused her loose cropped tee shirt to ride up higher on her torso. "I think we should go now, before all the good
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ADRIAN'S P.O.V. It had been a month since the storm called Chase Sinclair, had hit our lives, leaving destruction and doubts in his wake. The air hung heavy, in my office, with the weight of unspoken words as Omar Zayn, my lifelong confidante and best friend, sat across from me. His eyes, filled with understanding, met mine, as if searching for the turmoil that had etched its mark onto my soul over the past month. The weight of the past month lingered heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the guilt that gripped my conscience. "Omar, I messed up big time," I sighed, rubbing my temples. Omar leaned in, concern etched on his face. "What happened with you two, Adrian? Last time I knew, you guys were solid. Tell me everything. Maybe there's a way to fix this." Omar said, his expression empathic. In a flash, I recalled the doubts that had plagued me and the message that had led to my questioning Danielle's fidelity " I doubted Dannie's loyalty, questioned her commitment
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V I woke up with a splitting headache. The piercing pain that seared through my head dragged me out of the depths of unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, clutching my throbbing temple. The room spun and my vision blurred as I blinked. "Where in the world am I?" I muttered while trying to make sense of my surroundings. As I tried to sit up, the sharp pain in my head intensified, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt like a sledgehammer had collided with my skull and I could hear the faint echoes of my own pained groans. With my muddled senses, I struggled to make sense of my situation. I continued to blink rapidly to clear off the dizzy spell until the dimly lit room slowly came into focus. Suddenly, I felt restraints on my wrists and ankles. "What the hell...?" I muttered pulling at the ropes that bound me and restricted my movement. On seeing that they would not budge, undiluted panic started to creep into my bod
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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The hospital corridors stretched before me, a maze of sterile white walls, distant echoes of life, and busked whispers. Their white walls were an unsettling reminder of the captivity I had endured for far too long at the hands of Chase Sinclair. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards the women's restroom, a small glimmer of hope guiding me towards the next step in my escape. I walked with purpose and my steps were fueled by a desperate determination to reclaim my life from the clutches of the darkness that Chase had surrounded me with. My footsteps faltered as both anticipation and apprehension coursed through my veins and each footfall echoed in my ears as I made my way to the restroom. Every step that I took felt heavy with anticipation and my heart pounding in my chest as I neared the restroom. It was a moment that held the key to my freedom; the key to reuniting with my family and escaping the clutches of Chase once and for all. As
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Chase’s eyes bore into mine, and I could see the rage simmering beneath them. His gaze moved around the room, scanning for any signs of betrayal and then, suddenly, his eyes locked onto my shaking figure. A cruel smile pulled at his lips as he lunged towards me and on reaching me, he grabbed my hand with his grip tightening around my wrist. Panic engulfed me as he wrenched the phone from its hiding place under the pillow and he held it up, triumph gleaming in his eyes. “You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice I stood there, transfixed to the spot by the fear that caused my heart to pound in my chest, my hands trembling. The stolen phone rested securely in Chase’s grip; a small but strong weapon that I had used against the man who had held me captive for far too long. Chase loomed over me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" His voic
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V The walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I sat there, utterly drained from the dual onslaught of my demanding position and the storm raging inside of me. The dim lights seemed to intensify the shadows that had taken a place in my life recently and the air felt heavy as the weight of my tumultuous life burdened me. The office room felt like a prison of polished wood and cold steel and the distant hum of the city just outside of the office walls did nothing to ease the feeling of being trapped. The room that was usually a place of productivity and creativity, had. now become a battlefield between my professional obligations to the company and my personal emotions. Rubbing my temples gently, I tried to erase the persistent ache that clawed at my skull, but I couldn't seem to find relief from it. Weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, and burden on my heart as I could not seem to get away from the shattered pieces of my broken life. The weight of my r
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days, weeks, or perhaps months, following my abduction felt like an eternity; I had lost track of time as those moments that I spent while being trapped in this desolate room passed in a hazy blur of fear and despair. Each passing moment was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for my freedom, every second spent in Chase’s clutches was a reminder of the very fragile line that separated both my life and death, every waking moment that I spent in that godforsaken room was tainted by the knowledge that I was at the mercy of a man I once called a friend; a man whom I had thought to forgive and let go of the hurtful things that he had done to me in the past; a man that had now turned into an obsessed captor; a man that had snatched me away from my peaceful existence. The room was always dark and even with the air conditioner, who’s hum served as the only other source of sound in the dreary space, it always felt suffocating as the only other me
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I did not know how long I slept for, or how many days had passed by while I was in a state of unconsciousness; all I could remember when I slowly opened my eyes, the heaviness of sleep still lingering in my limbs, was that I had been taken against my will and the culprit of my kidnapping was none other than my former childhood friend and recently reconciled nemesis. As my vision started to clear, I found myself in a dimly lit room; it was not as small as the one I had previously woken up in, but it felt the same to me as I felt the sterile walls closing in on me. Panic coursed through my veins as the memories of the events leading up to my kidnapping flooded my mind. My heart raced and thumped loudly in my chest as the realization of my situation settled in once more. I would give anything to exact as much pain on the culprit of my predicament and source of my pain at that moment. Chase Sinclair! A name that I had once associated with friendship; a name that
