Ted's standpoint
I tapped on my computer meticulously, at least trying to be meticulous about it. How do you tolerate someone just sleeping across your working table singing "I'm bored, Teddy, I'm so fucking bored" repeatedly. Even when she dozed off, her lips were still chanting the same thing over and over again. Bruce carried her to my office because he claimed she won't stop screaming, demanding and crying that she was brought here. I don't blame him, I'm the only one I know –so far– that can snub her adorableness and pettish behavior. The worse is she was always whining about hunger every one hour, her future husband –if I let her have one– will suffer if she ever gets pregnant.
'What ya doing?' She asked buoyantly, great, she's back. 'Nothing that concerns you,' 'You look worried, can I help?' 'No.' I deadpanned. 'Come on, two heads are better than one,' 'I rather shoot the extra head,' I said unenthusiastically. 'Oh come on! Getting my help won't kill you. Stop being a sponge brain and let me help you, I have a very commended IQ.' 'No,' 'Please?' 'I said no!' I yelled, slamming my fisted palms on the table. She flinched, pouted and looked at her food, chewing down on her bottom lip. That'll shut her terribl
Cookie's standpoint I squirmed slightly, I felt really, really cold which was so wrong. I can swear that in the middle of the night, I woke up partially and felt someone holding me very, very tight. I didn't wake up to see his face but I assumed it was Bruce, that hugging thief. He was better than that Ted who couldn't even stay with me… Why do I even want him to stay with me? Whatever. I sat up from the bed and pouted, it would have been better if it was Ted. I stood up and screamed, that was when I remembered I had injured ankles. I whimpered and broke into a sob; I thought the cast was suppose to stop the pain! So much pain. I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, how's Ursula? I haven't heard from her for a day now.
Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I stared at the door sadly, Bruce was in there tied to a hospital bed. It had been two awfully long weeks, two weeks of frustration. Bruce woke up three days after, but I didn't have the courage to see him, he was there because of me. Ted, that Alpha asshole! He disappeared, never even bothered to check on me once, and it really hurt. The one thing about me is that I never hold grudges on anyone, regardless of what they do to me. I forgive easily, and I think I got it from mother, or maybe it's just me. He went to Florida but was back, never came to see neither me nor Bruce. But why would he? He's an asshole. 'Hey,' Ursula whispered, resting her hea
'I came to see your boyfriend,' I sneered, throwing a glare his way. 'Don't even think about it, go.' 'And you can tell me what to do because…?' 'Get lost, Ted!' She shouted out loud. All eyes averted to her before turning to me. There came the tension and fear I love feeling in people, the air was filled with it. I sniffed the air with satisfaction and walked in. 'So, am I missing the party?' I smirked. 'You are not invited,' she huffed. 'Go away…' 'Bruce, I don't regret smashing your head into a television, but the only thing I regret is letting the bullet touch that nut case over there. It should have been your head.' Ted!
Cookie's standpoint I dried my hair as I stared at myself in the mirror. I had just washed my hair dye off and went for honey blonde. My natural hair made me look deadly, blonde made me look incredibly sexy if I leave it down in small curls. I smiled at my reflection, I was ready for the day. Ted was going to a farm, his farm, or something, and he asked me to tag along. We hadn't done or seen each other much since the hospital thing, that was five days ago, which was enough time to prepare myself and talk myself out of my decision to destroy him. I had a lot to think about. There's Ursula, his men and Yolanda. Instead, I was working with another plan.  
Ted's standpoint '…only found the horse, we couldn't locate Miss Happy.' 'And you fucking returned with your fucking self! What did I send you out there to do! Find the fucking horse!' I yelled angrily, it was almost sunset and Cookie was yet to be found. 'We did find the horse at the waterfall, maybe Miss Happy fell…' He pinned his lips with the glare I gave him. 'Get out,' I spat furiously. He hurried out of my sight, I turned to Edward. 'You know every corner of this landmark, beyond and within the gates, where could she be?' 'I've checked, she's not anywhere, and I know she didn't fall off the horse, she has to be
Cookie's standpoint The car stopped at the parking lot of a small restaurant, I was pushing my face into the window in excitement and desperation to jump out of the car and get to eating as soon as possible. Edward's mother found me something “decent” to wear; a plain blue skinny jeans and an oversize white flutter shirt. Trust me, I took a pair of scissors and turned the jeans into a skinny ripped jeans and tied the top tightly until it looked like the one I wore there. Then I wore my cowgirl boots and hat, you should have seen her face when I walked out of one of their bedroom looking sexy. 'Come on,' I urged him impatiently, tugging at his arm, so he would open the door. He gave me a new rule, never step out without permi
Cookie's standpoint 'So, Coco, right?' He rolled his eyes, ignoring me. Okay, Cookie, that's a sign from heaven to be silent. 'I just thought about it, you are the coco to my cookie,' he raised his eyes from his phone and glared at me. 'What about the cocoa that flavors my cookie? Nothing?' 'The bullet that ends your cookie…' 'Bah!' I exclaimed, waving my fork dismissively. 'Bullets have nothing to do with cookies, you should have used the oven that burns your cookies, not mine.' 'We agreed we won't fight,' he reminded me. I nodded and focused on clearing my meal wi