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165. Question
Leemaout of the frying pan into the fire, eh? haha
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Till Time Do Us Part 167. Dumpster
“Gray!” beckoned Zia Scott; however, Gray didn’t do as much as look back at her. “Gray!” Zia ran toward her and pulled on her hand until she stopped walking. Gray looked down at her with half open eyes. “What?” “What do you mean ‘what’?!” ranted Zia. “Go get Edward, he went to the dumpster because of your stupid excuse!” Gray shot a glance at the clock on the wall above the TV. “In the middle of the night?” she said as she yawned. “It’s your fault anyway,” noted Zia. “You’re the one who messed up in the first place, though,” countered Gray along with another yawn. “We can’t keep arguing about what’s already happened.” Zia started pulling her hand toward the door. “Just go make something up and take him back here.” “Just pointing out a fact,” said Gray as she used her other free hand to push herself from the door, refusing to go out. Zia strenuously opened the door and pushed her out. “Just go,” she said and closed the door shut. With Zia alone in the apartment, she could not
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“You lied,” uttered Edward Bartlett as he looked at Zia with repugnance planted in his eyes. The two were separated by an unfamiliar rectangular table, sitting across from each other. They were enclosed in a room full of mirrors as walls. She could see his antagonistic expression from every angle. “B-but,” she stuttered, taken aback by the shocking expression the man she loves had shown her. “I-i…I was j-just—” A slam on the table made her flinch. “Just, what, Zia?” he asked. “You just don’t trust me enough.” He stood up. “Do you?” “N-no,” she denied as she struggled to hop down from her seat with her tiny body. “I-i do, I do trust you.” He slightly walked away from the table and faced the mirror walls and looked at her through her reflection. “Then, why?” He turned to look at her directly. “Why will you not tell me?” Her eyes started to well up. “B-be-becau…se…” “I don’t even know you anymore,” he interrupted as he walked towards the table again. “Just who are you anyway?” The
Till Time Do Us Part 170. Captive
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Till Time Do Us Part 171. Blame
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Till Time Do Us Part 172. Away
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Till Time Do Us Part 173. Ringtone
“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
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