If you read up to this point, I really appreciate it. Xoxo, H.G.
ABIGEALTHE NIGHTMARES were the same as always. That didn’t stop me from waking up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. I pressed my fingers to my eyelids, trying to push the screams to the back corner of my mind. The dream was so realistic that I could taste the acrid smoke at the back of my throat, could hear the beeping sound of a bomb about to go off. I got up from my bed and stumbled towards the front door and the incessant pounding coming from it. I pulled the door open and was immediately confronted by my landlord’s pot belly.For some reason, I couldn’t look away from it. It fascinated me. How much beer does one have to drink to get a belly like that? He scratched said belly and burped. I held back a wince. “I’m raising the rent,” he said without preamble.“What do you mean you’re raising the rent? For this dump? People should be living here for free.” I was astounded by the audacity of the man.“Lady, you should be grateful you have a roof over your head. Lots of homeles
ABIGEALTHE GUN pressed harder against my temple as the gruff voice repeated, “Password?” I held up the newspaper. “I don’t have the password. I’m here because of your newspaper ad.” “We didn’t post any ads. What are you doing here? Who told you about us?” the same gruff voice.I sighed. “I don’t know who you are, but I do know that this is a sure way to lose an arm,” I said calmly.The man swore colorfully in Arabian while I berated myself for not anticipating something like this.“Look. Obviously there’s been some sort of mix up here, so I’m going to leave and you’ll have to take my word for it that I won’t tell anyone about this. I really don’t care what you do here.”“You must think I’m stupid if you think I’ll let you leave.”“No. I think you’re sweaty and must really love garlic because you reek of it,” I answered.The grip on me tightened. The only reason why he wasn’t on the floor wheezing right now was because this was the only stimulating thing that had happened to me in
ABIGEALIT HAD been a few days since the staged shooting. After I ran off that night, I’d heard people running after me, yelling for me to stop. I already had a head start though, and I ducked into an alleyway so they ran past me.The night had been a success though; Morgan had called to tell me that rumors were circulating about the founders of Sunset Corp, Blaine Daniels and Jordan Alonso, being concerned for their safety after Blaine almost lost his life. He’d asked what exactly I hoped to achieve with this, but I brushed him off.He’d find out soon enough.For phase two of my plan I was sitting in a popular lunch spot near my target’s workplace, knowing he was a regular there.I took a seat near his usual spot where I was sure to be noticed and ordered food off the menu. I had to admit I’d been eating better since this whole thing started. Perks of an expense account.I didn’t have to wait long. I was halfway into my meal and had just raised forkful of pasta to my lips when I fel
BLAINETHEY SAY your best friend should be your backbone. Should be your right hand man. Should take your side all the time. Why did mine feel like he was sent by demons to torment me?"Jordan, I will beat you to death with a stick and dance on your grave if you don't get off my case," I glared at him. The threat bounced off his impeccable grey Armani suit and he matched my glare. "If you don't do what I tell you to, it'll be your grave I'll be dancing on. Not a single tear, because you didn't listen."I sighed. "For the last time, no one is out to get me and even if someone was, it won't be the first time an attempt has been made on either of our lives and you've never reacted this way.""If I'd done this sooner, then maybe we wouldn't have had so many close calls with death," he retorted. He wasn't wrong. But what was life without the thrill of imminent demise?I narrowed my eyes at him, suddenly seeing right through him. "You've gone soft," I smirked. His gaze grew colder while my
ABIGEALSOMEONE WAS knocking at my door.It wasn’t the irritating pounding of my landlord (who’d sent me a text just this morning reminding me to pay the four months advance by Friday or get out) or the hesitant knocking of Anna, who’d tried to reach me many times after I kicked her out but was ignored each time.I swung the door and locked eyes with the boy on my doorstep. I raised an eyebrow. “Are you lost or something?” He didn’t look a day over sixteen.He smirked at me. “I thought I would be, but now I know I’m in the right place. They said you were the bitch in B-16.”Fucking neighbors. “What do you want?”He pulled a note out of the pocket of his hoodie. “Nothing. Someone just asked me to give this to you and say it was urgent.”As soon as I took it from him, he raised a hand in a wave and sauntered off in a way he probably thought looked cool.I shut the door and stared at the small square of paper. A phone number was scribbled on it with the words ‘Call me’ below it. It didn
ABIGEALTHROUGH THE red haze of anger clouding my vision, I noted that my target’s initial shock had died down and he’d remained calm. This somehow made me angrier and I backed him into his desk, pressing my dagger into his throat until a small red line formed at the edge of the blade.“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now,” I seethed.He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he replied, careful not to move too much. “If you really wanted to, you would have already. But your self-control is remarkable.”Wait. Wait a damn minute.“My self-control?”He had a sheepish look on his face. “I might have been testing your temperament a bit. If I thought I was in any real danger, all I had to do was press this button here.” He lifted a hand to show me the device in his palm. “And security would have come running. I think I’d have been dead by then, though. You don’t play around.” His eyes had the guts to twinkle in amusement.What sort of man compliments a person on how fast sh
ABIGEALEVERYTHING WAS going surprisingly well. I hadn’t even had to do much and my target had fallen right into my web. For a company that was touted to be the biggest and best, it was almost laughably easy to penetrate. I suppose large companies don’t have the time to really look into the smaller details. Oh well, works to my advantage.The bigger they are, the harder they fall.My target had given me a certain address and instructed me to be there at 8am, but out of habit I was up and about to leave by 6:00. I’d just zipped my duffel bag and sat down to lace up my boots when I heard a knock on the door. I went to open it and found Anna standing there holding a small bakery box.I had no intention of speaking with her. “Fuck off” I said and closed the door. “Abigeal, wait! I’m sorry.” she called through the wood.I ignored her. If everything continued to go well I wouldn’t need her around to pay the rent. And it should be good riddance; the girl was clumsy and her scattered nature
ABIGEAL“HEY! SKINNY white girl!”I ignored the yell (pretty sure there were lots of skinny white girls here) and focused on driving my daggers hard enough into the cement to temporarily support my body wait. The poor things had little chance of surviving this. Their service would be remembered.“Hey, you! That’s cheating!”“Man, shut your whiny mouth. We weren’t given any rules now, where we?” A voice to my right responded. I risked a quick glance and found an incredibly fit guy with skin the color of coffee making his way up. He winked at me and continued to climb.We reached the top at the same time and came face to face with the barbed wire. Sweat trickled down my back as I hung from one hand and untied the jacket around my waist. I threw it over the wire and slid on top. The barbs poked through a little, but not enough to cut deep. I heard a clang and looked over to see the man had uprooted a whole section of the wire and was now holding it up with one hand as he sat on the fenc
ABIGEALI TIGHTENED my grip on my fork for the umpteenth time and let myself relish the thought of stabbing Heather Green to death with it. As her high laugh floated to my ears again, I imagined her blood splashed across my face and the look of shock that would be evident in her eyes just before they film over in death.Why such violent thoughts, you may ask?“Oh my God, do you remember.” Giggle. “Do you remember that time in seventh grade when Andrew” Giggle. “Andrew with the surname that's had to pronounce? That Andrew? When he put that whoopee cushion on Mr. Davies’ seat and he sat on it and got so embarrassed that he actually peed himself?”Blaine's aunts seemed to have done a good job of raising their kids, as the children exchanged horrified glances when she said that. “That's horrible. Why would he do that to a teacher?” Juan asked?Under Gabriela's disapproving stare, Heather immediately sobered up. “The question you should be asking is why would anyone do that to anyone,
ABIGEALAT THE end of the workday, Blaine and I stood facing each other with our eyes narrowed. The silence was all-encompassing and tension hung thick in the air. “Ready?” He asked.I scoffed. “I was born ready.”“Let's go, then.”We raised our right fists at the same time, then smacked them onto our open left palms three times. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” Blaine presented a rock. I looked at my scissors and sighed.“I win.” He smirked.I wasn't going to concede defeat that easily. “Best of three?”“Just let me enjoy my win, girl.” He shook his head with a smile.“Alright. Wonder what would happen when people find out you were afraid of losing to a woman.” I said casually, folding my arms.He laughed. “I'm not afraid of losing to a woman if she beat me fair and square, but fine, we'll do it your way.”We played two more times and I held back a groan while he smirked triumphantly, holding out his hand. “It appears I win again.”“I'm just having an off day.” I replied as I droppe
ABIGEAL“WON’T YOU come give your old mother a kiss?” The woman said. Jordan merely looked at her. “You didn’t have to come here. I could have booked you a hotel room.” He said. She laughed like the idea was absurd. “Book me a hotel room? When my son has a big ass house in the city?”Her eyes left Jordan and landed on Jasmine who had stopped grinning. “I don’t appreciate being dragged all the way here because of you, young lady. The next time you decide to evade the bodyguards and bribe your way through an airport, I won’t be there to do damage control.” She reprimanded coolly.Jasmine lifted her chin. “I asked if we could come see Jordan, you said no. I asked if I could come see Jordan, you said no. What else did you want me to do?’Jordan turned cool eyes to his mother. “She asked to see me and you declined? What were the terms of our agreement?” She rolled hers. “Yes, believe everything she says, because mummy is the only one capable of telling lies because she’s so bad.”“Um.”
ABIGEALI STARED straight ahead as Blaine drove in the direction of the headquarters, arms folded and staying silent. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him throwing me glances until he finally sighed. “Abigeal, I can hear your angst from all the way over there. Spit it out.”I turned towards the window and debated staying stubbornly silent or speaking. “Nothing.” I said eventually. “No, nope. We're not doing this.” He replied instantly. “There's clearly something on your mind. I want to know what it is.”I cast my eyes to the roof of the car. I was reluctant to speak because I'd be tempted to murder him if I told him and he laughed at me. “Okay. You fired me last night for saying things how they were- and you can't say I was wrong- yet this morning, Anna sweet talked you through it and now you're taking me back to work without an apology or a reinstatement or anything. Looks like an abuse of power from where I'm standing.” I said on one long breath.“Abigeal.” Blaine said my na
ABIGEALTHE FIRST thing I noticed was the pounding headache. The next thing I noticed was the presence of something or someone else in my bed. I rolled out of the sheets, slipping a hand under my pillow to grab the dagger I always kept there, but my hand came up empty.“Looking for this?” I whipped my head up at the familiar voice, feeling my eyes widen in shock when Blaine Daniels dangled my dagger in the air with his eyes still closed. “Yeah, I thought you might. I didn't particularly feel like getting stabbed, so I took it.” He threw it in my direction and I caught it by the hilt. “You can have it back now.” He turned on his side and fell silent.But I wasn't done with him yet. “What are you doing here? And why the fuck are you in my bed?”He let out a long sigh. “It appears that I have just won a bet against myself. Or lost one, depending on your point of view.”“Answer the question before I do something we won't be able to come back from.” I threatened, keeping my grip on the
ABIGEALI SNUGGLED closer to the warmth near me wrapping my arms around it. It was solid but somehow felt like it was made for me, and I let out a contented sigh. This was the stuff dreams were supposed to be made of.Dreams.Was I dreaming?The warm cottony feeling I was wrapped in certainly felt like a dream, but the constant motion did not. I frowned as the back and forth rocking pulled me further and further out of my dream state until I blinked and opened my eyes.I slowly came to realize I was going up a flight of stairs, but my legs weren't the ones moving. My legs were suspended in the air with the rest of my body. I blinked in confusion and slowly turned to look up at the person carrying me.I should be alarmed, but because of the warm fuzzy feeling, all I could conjure was a mild concern. “Oh no, am I getting kidnapped?” I yawned.My…kidnapper?...snorted. “There's not much I could do with you.” His voice sounded oddly familiar.I frowned. “I take offence to that. There's a l
ABIGEALI WALKED out of the bathroom and back to the bar. Michael and Anna were watching me warily as I went straight for my unfinished drink and gulped it down. “Next bar. Now.” I said. Anna didn't argue this time. We collected our things and left the bar. The cool night air hit my face as we walked outside. I turned to my right as we made our way back to Michael's car and locked eyes with Blaine who was about to get into his own car. I stopped walking as I stared at him. He still looked angry and after a final shake of his head, got into his car and drove away.I got into Michael's car and slammed the door. Michael met my eyes in the mirror. “Um. I can take you home if you're not feeling up to a night out anymore.” He said tentatively. “No. Tonight isn't about me. Where's the next bar?” I answered, the last part directed at Anna? She pulled out her phone and gave Michael the address.This bar was not that different from the first. The only big addition were the two poles in the
ABIGEALI'VE SEEN Blaine angry before. I've heard him yell, watched those eyes darken till they were almost black. But nothing could have prepared me for the way he looked at me now. Like the only thing keeping him from strangling the life out of me was the distance between us.I wanted to walk up to him. I wanted to explain that it wasn't what it seemed. But Jordan's terms kept ringing in my head. Going near him would violate the terms and the deal would be off.So instead, I forced myself to look away and finish the rest of my drink. “Where's the next bar?” I asked Anna. “What? We just got here.” She protested. “And you're not drunk yet.”“I don't have to get drunk at the very first bar, Annalise.” I responded. “Can we just stay a little longer? The music's fire.” She pouted. In response, I just sighed and ordered a cocktail.“Don't you think you're going too fast? Maybe slow down on the alcohol a bit.” Michael said, laying his fingers on my hand. “Make that a virgin mojito, plea
ABIGEALMY NAME was called and I turned, hoping nothing of what I was feeling showed on my face. “Pasta. I'll have the pasta.” I said without looking at the menu, even though my appetite was gone. The server smiled patiently. “You need to pick a kind of pasta, ma'am, unless you want them all.”I glanced at the menu again but my eyes saw nothing. I vaguely remembered Anna saying something about “Fettucine chicken alfredo.” I said it and the server noted it down and went away.I found both Michael and Anna giving me concerned looks. “That's the second time you've spaced out. Are you okay? Do we need to leave and reschedule?” He asked, worried eyes moving over my face.“I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I feel fine, maybe a little distracted.” I tried to smile, then decided against it.“Are you sure?” Anna asked. I looked over at her. “Yeah, I am. Let's enjoy the rest of our evening, shall we?”Anna smiled at me and picked up where she left off on a topic. Apparently Michael had ask