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106. Officer Gladd
LeemaI actually forgot why I named officer Gladd that lol although I remember why I named the other officer, Gonzales *sips memory loss tea*
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Till Time Do Us Part 107. Slideshow
“What is that?” uttered Ronald. Gray saw him standing up as well as Colleen. His head turned around, looking for the source of the sound. “Whose phone is that?” The men began tilting their heads and checking their phones. “Not mine,” said one man. “Not mine either,” responded another. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” thought Gray and abruptly hit the power off button of her phone in panic without looking at the caller. When she peeked back at them, Ronald was still suspicious. She laid flat on the floor. She could feel the beating of her heart rising to her throat. She glanced at the door she entered from. If things go south, that was her only escape plan. From staring unfocused at the ceiling, Gray turned her head toward her phone. “I just remembered you fucking got me in trouble back there,” she said to her phone, and obviously, it couldn’t respond to her so she turned her head back toward the ceiling. “Or maybe it was Edward’s fault.” She closed her eyes and rewound the events herself as i
Till Time Do Us Part 108. The Promise
As Gray Stewart closed her eyes, the little girl Rory appeared in her head. She lifted her right hand over her head and reached out, covering her view of the light bulb on the ceiling. “Rory,” she whispered underneath her breath. “I guess I did fulfill my promise, Abram.” And as the Corbets invited themselves into her head, so did the memories of her meeting the man. This was the time when Gray Stewart abruptly ducked right under where Disgustington was standing. Luckily, since the lights were dimmed, he was unable to notice her. Disgustington, on the other hand, abruptly zipped his zippers up and caught himself. “Fuck!” he yelped. While he was still preoccupied with his own problem, Gray took this opportunity to hide among the machinery, stealthily crawling her way in. She didn’t even bother to check who it was that shouted earlier. Whether the “hey” was directed at her or not, she would find out in a few seconds. Hiding herself behind the machines, she heard approaching steps. “
Till Time Do Us Part 109. Undertaker
“Oh, right,” uttered Gray Stewart as she stared unfocused at the ceiling of her bedroom. “That Undertaker-looking dude…” She took a pause as her head attempted to dig up an answer in her memories. “...What happened to him?” And just like that, Undertaker took his part in appearing in her head and issuing a flashback. This was when Gray’s complexion turned pale as her eyes met Fakey McBaldy. Likewise, he was also just as surprised when he saw her. “T-there’s someone here!” he shouted, pointing his trembling hand to her. While he was still under confusion, Gray pulled out her stuck foot so hard, her shoe fell off. With one less shoe, she squeezed her body out of the set of tanks and sprinted on the side aisle. She had only one way to go; the door. As she sprinted without looking back, she could hear clamoring and the breaking of bottles, as well as vehement footsteps. “Catch her! Shoot! Faster!” were the words she could pick up in the middle of escaping. Almost reaching the knob of
Till Time Do Us Part 110. Lifesaver
Gray Stewart turned to her side and stared at her phone this time instead of the ceiling. “The pendant, though,” she lethargically uttered. “It really did save me back then.” The thought brought her to a long sigh. “Undertaker almost had me when he shot my chest.” Before she knew it, her right hand was clutching on her chest where she could still feel the excruciating feeling of having a near-death experience. And once again, her head was back at that rotten factory. This was the time when failing her one chance at an escape due to Undertaker’s keen eyes, she was once again surrounded by the four. And unlike the previously unfair 4 to 1 fight, she was now armed. She pulled the knife that Undertaker planted on the wall and used it to defend herself. With her desperate actions to evade their attacks, they were now standing on the center aisle. On the other hand, Undertaker had brought one chair to the door and sat quietly, spectating the fight. When Gray took a quick glance at the doo
Till Time Do Us Part 111. Life and Death
Gray Stewart suddenly felt a shiver down her spine and found herself lying in a fetal position on her bed as she thought of her fight with Undertaker who was responsible for most of the injuries and bruises she got. And even as she dreaded remembering that event again, her rebel mind didn’t listen and did its own playback. This was the time after she made a declaration. She looked down on Fakey and Tentacle’s immobilized body. She took the two knives beside them then she slowly walked to the center aisle, right across the door where Undertaker stood. “Sir!” she called out to him. “How about a tasty one-on-one match?” She held one finger up over her face. “How about it?” She halted at the center of the aisle, right across Undertaker on the other side of the room. She stood at attention like a soldier and clasped both hands behind her with the knives. She was aiming to look as docile as possible. “Would you heed my request?” she slightly tilted her head. “Sir?” Truth be told, her legs
Till Time Do Us Part 112. Wok or Skillet
Gray Stewart woke up to the distant noise she could vaguely hear from her bedroom. It seemed she had fallen asleep once again. She grabbed her phone just right beside her. Her eyes found the time displayed on the lockscreen as it lit up. It was already noon. And just below the time was a new message notification from Sarah. When she opened it, the message read: ‘I noticed you left me on the read, did I say something that upset you? I’m so sorry’ Gray sat up from the bed. Her head dropped down to her shoulders as she stared silently at the phone. Her daily dose of intolerable headache soon visited her; however, her mind seemed to have ignored the pain as well as the back of her shirt drenched in sweat. She was though prompted to snap back to reality by the inaudible noise coming from outside her room. Upon changing her shirt to a black t-shirt, she went out of her bedroom with her phone tucked inside her sweat pant’s pocket. She headed to the living room and as she got closer, the
Till Time Do Us Part 113. Soap
As soon as Gray Stewart left the apartment, Azriel put the wok down on the counter and pulled a chair from the dining table and sat down. He reached for his phone that was on the table. On the other hand, the little girl was looking at him with confusion plastered on her face. “What are you doing?” she asked him. “I thought you’re cooking?” He shot her a quick glance, then brought his eyes back to the screen of his phone. Then he brought his phone up to his ear. After a few seconds of staring into space, he finally spoke. “Get me,” he said to his phone and then pulled it away his ear as he pressed the screen, perhaps to end the call. Witnessing this, she couldn’t help but sigh. “So, now that your beloved sister is out of the apartment, there’s no use in cooking something she’ll probably won’t eat, huh?” He scowled at her. “‘Beloved sister’?” He sneered. “What preposterous claim is that?” She grabbed the wok and put it back in the cabinet under the counter. “Then why are you sudde
Till Time Do Us Part 114. Spareribs
Zia Scott had been staring at the lit up slow cooker for over three hours, sitting on the high stool with her one cheek grown cold from sticking the side of her face on the countertop. “I’m…bored.” She sighed. “When is Gray coming home?” She lifted her face from the counter and hopped down the stool. Then, she dragged the stool right beneath where the slow cooker was. Using the stool as her ladder, she took a peek through the glass lid of the slow cooker. “Are you cooking well, my pork spareribs?” she said, salivating at the sight of the meat bathing in all kinds of condiments she put together—soy sauce, mustard, molasses, cider vinegar, Worcestershire sauce and hot pepper sauce. “Oh, right!” She climbed down the stool and approached the refrigerator. She then took out a couple of large potatoes from the crisper. She placed them on the countertop and grabbed her pink apron hung beside the refrigerator. Then she used the stool as her stand to elevate her enough so that her hips woul
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