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2023-04-10 04:27:40
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Tell No One FIFTY-SEVEN B
It was a different heat from the one he was feeling. This one came from his heart. Soothing. Soooo soothing he could feel it forever. If his body wasn't itching so much. He took the glass of scotch she handed him. Lucille smiled like an angel. "Tell me. What exactly happened with the plane and the teenagers?" Nick raised an eyebrow and smiled. Then he chuckled, looking at the glass, the liquid rippling. "You're obsessed with the fact that I fly planes." "It's like you're some sort of Howard Hughes." She sat beside him on the couch. "That's the CEO. Not me. And Howard was into a whole lot more." "It doesn't matter. Just tell me. You said you were nineteen." "I was seventeen." He sniffed. Feeling dizzy. "It- I flew with the CEO once. And I kept going to the cockpit and asking questions. So I got lessons after that. He encouraged my fascination. But something happened in school. I got beat real bad and I got sick. It gave me a lot of time to think.
Tell No One FIFTY-SEVEN A
A lot can happen in six months. Such as conversations and smiles that give the impression that someone has been forgiven. But that was nothing to Nick's still guilty conscience compared to seeing Lucille walking into his office with Marvin by her side. Giving truth to the rumour that he did have a child. Shocking the entire building to find out it was with Lucille. Which explained why she quit when she did and her appearance in his office the few times she did visit. It was easy to figure out for those who were intrigued enough to do a few calculations. But for those who didn't mind a few rumours... Back to the point... main point. Nick loved it when Lucille visited him at work with Marvin. It was of course her way of telling him not to go by the house that day. That they'd have Lunch instead. He didn't care. Today however, although he had been informed she was around, she hadn't knocked on his door. He got a little worried. Or perhaps, just like old times, she had chose
Tell No One FIFTY-SIX B
The way her dress flowed behind her when she walked up and down the stairs with Wes by her side. "Hey." Bart snapped his fingers. Nick blinked. "You do realise I was there with you. I-I was at the fundraiser." Nick raised his eye brows. "You were weren't you?""Yes. I was." "I-""Of course you didn't notice. Not when you were so busy-" Bart drew back once he realised. "No way." He scoffed in disbelief. "What?"Bart sat forward, assessing his friend. "No way." He laughed. "Are you for real?" "What?!" Months of succumbing to Lucille's punishment. Like every other day, once she saw him, she stepped aside and let him in. And every time he said hi, she'd look away and reply. That didn't stop her from being hospitable enough to ask if he would like a drink or eat. And just like always... well, most times when she wasn't busy working or out, she'd sit a couch away with the TV killing off the silence or music playing. She had a way of acting like he wasn't there. T
Tell No One FIFTY-SIX A
Bryan rubbed his right temple, feeling a headache coming on. Quincy eyed him before looking away. "Why are you okay with this?" "Why aren't you?" Quincy's eyes came back to him, then rested on his hands. His eyebrows furrowed. "She's your daughter.""This isn't about her." He spoke so calmly. As opposed to the worry in Bryan's voice. "How is it not? This concerns her too. It's her child.""It's his child as well. And our grandson." "I can't believe this is coming from you." He shook his head, crossing his legs and looking away. "This isn't about me either.""Damn it man!" Quincy looked up with hooded eyes. "You do know Nick is aware of what he's done?" Bryan nodded. "He needs his father." Bryan rubbed the side of his face, shaking his head. He laughed. "I don't know why you're so hell bent on protecting her from him. You weren't there when He came over the first time. Or the times after that. She doesn't need you." He glared at Bryan. "Or
Tell No One FIFTY-FIVE B
Burnt rubber waft the air. The sound of tires screeching as they turned corners, racing past each other with fierce speed. Lucille pointed at the blue race car with the number thirteen on it the Lawes company logo plastered on the driver's door. "Wes is in third." She bounced Marvin on her lap. Excitement coursed through her when his car passed the second, taking it's place. Nina screamed for some reason. Everyone around them had their eyes on the racing cars screaming at their choices to speed up. "You know I love you Luce." Nina spoke over the loud noise of revving cars and yelling people. "But I don't understand why you let him in. Not to mention allowing him to stay." Lucille glanced at her. "Okay fine. It was cool at first, cause he only got to look at him for a second and leave." "He's only going to hang out with him for a bit. And if I wanted I can make him leave after five minutes. You should have seen the look on his face. He hates what I'm doing. But he knows
Tell No One FIFTY-FIVE A
Last time he was at her place she slammed the door on him. No different from the last three to four times. Except he tried to hold the door and had his fingers slammed with it. Had to push all the documents he had to sign to Bart. What was it, a day after Bryan told him what his mother had said? Nina had been there. Spouting words he couldn't remember thanks to one too many drinks hours later. Yet here he was again, ready to do what he'd been trying to do more times than he could count. This time, he came with flowers in his good hand... his left hand. The one with the scar. She'd cut him way deep. No suit. A grey shirt and jeans. It was unlike him. But what she saw standing there was a man who was out of his zone. Red eyes, unkempt hair, bandaged right fingers and maybe something else. She didn't pity him. She didn't regret what happened last time he came over. She knew as she assessed him, he had to be wondering what exactly was keeping her from shutting the door again
Tell No One TWENTY-EIGHT A
Tuesday was a new day. Her heart was still broken though. Would that change? She had to hope it would. And soon. But till then, she had a plan, a simple plan. To ignore him... rather his presence. It was easy. She'd done it before... and sort of failed, but now she intended not to fail at it. For cr
Tell No One TWENTY-SEVEN C
Tate strode onto the house spinning his car key in his hand with his index finger. He closed the front door and went into the living room. The TV was on but no one was in there. He made his way through the first floor: from the kitchen, to the pool out back, to the gym where music was playing, t
Tell No One TWENTY-TWO B
-Hi there. Are you done playing hard to get? Cause I miss you. Go out with me today my lovely. Dennis.-A deep scowl plastered on her face, Lacey crumpled the piece of paper she had found in her locker before gathering her books and going off to her next class. As the class went on, she f
Tell No One EIGHTEEN B
With each picture shown and a little story behind what happened before and after it was taken, Lacey laughed. "You really should have been there." Fay said for the sixth tim
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