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108. The Promise
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2022-04-30 20:44:08
LeemaI think I forgot to mention little Rory's real name. It's Aurora by the way. And fun fact: Abram's name has a meaning and I guess you know...or don't.
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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
Last Updated : 2022-04-30Till 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
Last Updated : 2022-04-30Till 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
Last Updated : 2022-04-30Till 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
Last Updated : 2022-06-02Till 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
Last Updated : 2022-06-03Till 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
Last Updated : 2022-06-05Till Time Do Us Part 115. Jeffrey Williams
“Hey!” Jeffrey Williams called. He had deep blue eyes, thick dark brows, pomegranate lips and pinchable cheeks, and his black hair was neatly tended. Even as a child, anyone can tell he would grow up to be quite an attractive man. He was a little taller than Zia and by the way he speaks eloquently for a child, she guessed he’s about 6 or 7 years of age. Just a tad bit older than little Sophia’s supposed age for her appearance. He wore a maroon turtleneck and black slacks paired with black oxfords, and a gray plaid overcoat completed his fashion. And although his sharp style didn’t scream his wealth, his Paul Newman Rolex Daytona watch was practically a punch in the face. The price of his watch could easily buy a house and lot in the state. And for an author who researches random stuff over the internet, Zia knew this fact. “Hey!” Zia was pulled back to her senses with his shout. “I told you to identify yourself yet all you did was stand there tight-lipped with eyes that dare apprai
Last Updated : 2022-06-06Till Time Do Us Part 116. Betrothal
“W-what did you just say?” asked a still bemused Zia Scott with her brows furrowed more deeply. “No,” corrected Jeffrey Williams. “You have no right to refuse. This is an order…” He pointed at her. “I command you to marry me.” She couldn't help but palm her face as she breathed deeply. “Do you even hear yourself?” His brows were slightly knitted followed by a sure expression. “Our family as well as my ancestors have no medical records of auditory impairment if that is what you’re asking.” She grunted, which made him add, “I can have my men collect the necessary data regarding my family background if that is what’s stopping you from agreeing to our betrothal.” She furtively glanced at him from behind her hand. He seemed serious. After composing herself, she took another wooden ladle from the base drawers. “Why did you suddenly get the urge to want to marry me?” She continued mixing the mashed potatoes in the mixing bowl. “That.” He pointed at the mixing bowl she was holding on he
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Till Time Do Us Part 191. Almost
Zia Scott kept the rim of the glass on her lips to cover the fact that they were trembling from uneasiness. “And the things you know about Azriel,” Edward added. “It’s like you know him the way I know him.” “W-what,” stuttered Zia with her hands tightly clutching the glass covering her lips. “Sophia d-don’t understand.” Just then, the microwave dinged which stole his attention. “For a minute there,” he continued as he opened the microwave and took out the bowl of butter noodles. “I thought I was talking to Zia.” SHATTER! The shattering sound immensely echoed throughout the apartment. “A-are you alright, Sophia?!” prompted Edward as the glass Zia was holding fell on the floor. “I–uh,” she stuttered with quivering eyes, flabbergasted. The scattered broken pieces were surrounding her feet. “Don’t move, okay?” He gestured his palm forward. “You might step on a broken piece and hurt yourself.” He took a kitchen towel and squatted down. He started picking up the shards of glasses m
Till Time Do Us Part 190. Persuasion
“Give me ten reasons why I should go with you,” said Gray who was sitting on the dining table with her cheek leaning on her palm as she listlessly yawned, staring at her empty plate. “One, you’re my guardian,” said Zia, cooking in the kitchen. “Two, you’re the only one who knows about my situation. Three, you’re my best friend. Four, you have nothing else to do---” “Excuse you but I have a jam-packed schedule today,” countered Gray. Zia sneered. “Really? Like what?” “I have a three to five hours schedule of resting after breakfast, five-hour nap after lunch and ten to fifteen hours of sleep after dinner.” Gray leaned back on the chair, still yawning. “How rude of you to assume I have nothing else to do.” Zia brought a cedar planked salmon on a wooden plate to the table with oven mitts over her hands. “Five, a child like me can’t go alone,” she continued, ignoring what Gray just said. “Six, you won’t be spending a penny because it’s my card.” She went back to the kitchen. “Seven, I
Till Time Do Us Part 189. Tonight
“I wonder where we should be eating tonight.” A look of puzzlement crossed Edward Bartlett’s face. He turned to her. “Excuse me?” Belinda continued scrolling down her phone. “I mean, that last restaurant was good too but I think it’ll be more fun to explore other restaurants as well.” “Uhmm…” He paused, staring off into space, thinking. “Did we decide to go eat out together tonight?” She chuckled. “Oh, would you rather we eat in your apartment? I can’t cook so I just figured we’re eating out, but if you say you’re cooking then let’s.” “No.” He lightly chuckled and softly scratched his cheek. “I’m sorry but…” He looked at her with an awkward expression in his eyes. “What I meant was that I don’t remember talking to you about having dinner together, b-but did we?” He approached her. “I might have just forgotten although I don’t think I’ll forget something like that.” The corner of her lips slightly twitched and her jaw half-dropped. “O-oh, I…I’m so-sorry. I just…I just thought we’r
Till Time Do Us Part 188. Suburbs
In a highly respected suburb on the outskirts of the city stood the two-storey house of Theresa Scott. A vintage house in calming shades of wood with a spacious front lawn surrounded with waist-high wooden gates. In the early waking of the sun, Theresa was mowing her lawn. She was a woman in her late forties, medium size with an average height of 5 foot 4 inches. She had shoulder-length straight blonde hair and ocean eyes. She wore a vintage clothing style and stood like a mighty oak. And even as her age was evident in her facial features, it could be agreed that she was an attractive woman in her youth with oozing charisma. As she was pushing the lawn mower, a sedan pulled over at the gates. Her attention shifted to the person who climbed out of the car. “Sweetie!” exclaimed Theresa as she saw Gray approaching the gates. She walked toward her and opened the gate and pulled her in for a tight hug with a big smile across her face. “Hi, Theresa,” said Gray monotonously. Theresa pull
Till Time Do Us Part 187. Lost
"Where is it again?" Zia Scott mumbled to herself as she glanced around the doors on the corridor. While looking around as she walked aimlessly, she fell flat on the floor as she bumped into what felt like a hard pole. When she looked up, it was a bald old man, perhaps a teacher. The old man crouched down and helped her stand up. "I'm so sorry, little girl. I didn't see you there. Are you alright?" "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, sir," she replied as she dusted off the dirt on her frilly white skirt. "Where were you going, little girl?" He crouched down and looked at her. "Uhmm." She hesitated. "I'm looking for Sir Bartlett." "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Another one of Edward's pupils." He chuckled. "Look here, little girl." He moved beside her and held her shoulders. "If you turn that corner over there," he said as he pointed out his finger. "His room is in the third door you see. He's probably there." She turned around and smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you, mister." Then she did as he inst
Till Time Do Us Part 186. Changed
After taking off the blood stained shirt with the hole on it, Gray Stewart hung it on a hook behind the door of a toilet cubicle she was in. Rummaging inside a paper bag, she took out a black buttoned shirt, identical to the one she took off. Tearing off the tag, she then changed into it. When she raised both arms slightly over her shoulders to slide in the sleeves, she felt a pang on her stomach.“Damn that woman,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly buttoned her shirt, all the while glaring at the blood stained shirt in front of her. “Well, it’s not like she asked you for help.”However, even having said that, she could still not be mollified.She took out her long hair that had been tucked in the shirt on her back. “Has she always been like that?”And with that thought, her head refreshed the day she first had an interaction with her. It was at the time when Edward had been hospitalized after his car accident. Gray and Zia were both in the hospital, substituting Martha. A knock on
Till Time Do Us Part 185. Impaled
Gray Stewart casted her trembling eyes at the man who also bore the same expression as her—just as stupefied.After meeting her eye-to-eye and seeing her pained expression, the man lowered his gaze and finally noticed his hand still gripping on the hilt of the knife impaled on her stomach. Although the oozing blood was not apparent through her black buttoned shirt, when the warm blood touched and imprinted itself on the edge of the man’s gripping hand, it made him let go in trepidation. He finally realized what he had done.“I…I…” the man cried, his wobbly legs slowly stepping back.Gray, on the other hand, just followed him with the orbs of her eyes, her mouth gaping in unutterable pain.Unable to notice the rock behind the man, he tripped over it and fell down as he continuously stepped back. “I-it’s not my fault!” he barked as he crawled his way out of their sight.Belinda, who was hiding herself behind Gray, finally spoke. “God,” she sighed. “That was really scary just now.” She s
Till Time Do Us Part 184. Impulse
This was the time when Gray Stewart had just left the apartment building. Having impulsively decided to go out just to get away from her obnoxious brother, she actually had no destination in mind. Dawdling in front of the building, she heard footsteps coming from the elevator and when she looked back, it was Azriel on his way out.She immediately hid a certain distance beside the building, hoping to conceal her presence behind a tree while eying the main door.“Why am I even hiding?” she thought to herself, furtively looking, locking her eyes at the door. “I don’t know.”A few minutes later, a silver Aston Martin Rapide pulled over in front of the building. A man wearing a suit came out from the driver’s seat, turned from behind the car and opened the back passenger’s side door.Just as well, Azriel came out of the door as if waiting for the man and after exchanging words with the man in a suit that appeared to be his chaperone, Azriel finally went inside.The man closed the door and
Till Time Do Us Part 183. The Three of Them
“E-edward?” stammered Zia Scott when her eyes met with Edward’s bemused facial expression.His eyes swiveled in between the two kids in front of him, then he turned to Zia. “Is he your friend?” He approached them in the kitchen. “What happened to him? Why is he crying?”She fiddled with her thumbs as her lips would go back from closing themselves to parting again, contemplating on what right words to say so she wouldn’t look bad in front of her fiance—not that Edward knew it was Zia he was talking to and not Sophia.He turned to the little boy sobbing across from Zia. “Are you okay?” he said delicately.Instead of answering, Jeffrey merely glared at him then stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door hard behind him.Edward glanced at Zia, bewilderment flitting across his features. “Who was that boy?”“Uhh..” In order to avoid making contact with his eyes, Zia kept herself preoccupied with transferring the mashed potatoes in a serving bowl. “He came here looking for Azriel but wh
