When we met again

Being trapped in your dreams, unable to leave the rooms in your mind because you're still asleep. This is my nightmare... Veronica Running as fast as my legs could go, I ran towards the old abandoned building ahead, knowing it was the only place for me to hide. In the light of day, that building looked forlorn and sad, but at night it looked like it housed a lot of horrors. Still I ran towards it, my mind seeing it as the refuge it wasn't. Having explored all other options, it was the only way out. Not looking back, I entered the abandoned factory through a hole in the wall, small enough to let my small body squirm through without getting stuck. Once inside, I proceeded to look for a place I could hide. It was not lost on me that my only source of light, the moon, was also my source of discovery; the building had no roof. After a quick search, I finally found a spot that was deep in the dark,

It was the evening of my appointment and I had been patiently waiting to be called inside. Because of what happened with the stranger three nights ago, I almost decided to scrap the whole thing and find him. I would check if that night was real or it was something I imagined.  The next morning, I was thinking of asking the Human resources manager I saw talking to him before the girls arrived when Evans jumped into my office, berating me for my stupid behavior with those two ladies. He kept yelling at me that they were daughters of influential people he was trying to keep as our clients, commanding that I should make sure I send an official apology to them, before the close of work that day. Luckily, Diana dropped by to collect something from me, hearing all he said. If not her begging me to swallow my pride and call the blond I found was named Ashley, I probably would have been out of work by now.  "You should have changed those shoes," Diana said, laughing

Veronica San Francisco, 8:27 pm  "Honey, you know you are supposed to come down to celebrate with us. It's your father's thirtieth year as a preacher and his birthday." Mother said on the phone. Luckily, she couldn't see me not paying attention to what she was saying. "I know, mother. But I am currently swamped with work. I promise I'll send Father a gift, I know he will understand." I knew it was nothing compared to me showing up in church but it was the most I could do. I didn't tell father, but I didn't believe in a God that would let his daughter get raped.  She sighed resignedly, "It's not about the gift and you know that. Grandma was excited to see you again. Your father and I already prepared your room." She said. I knew what she was doing and I wasn't going to fall for it. Nothing short of an emergency would take me back home, like if anyone of them had been in an accident kind of eme

"You haven't told me if Veronica is coming home for my birthday." Jameson asked his wife as they packed some clothes for the shelter they wanted to donate used clothes to. "You already know my answer. Veronica wouldn't want to return here. She says work and all but we know better." His wife replied, sadden by their only daughter's refusal to come home. She couldn't bring herself to look at the man she had been married to for more than thirty years. She knew he adored his little Veronica, she was the light of his heart, that was why she didn't her daughter's refusal to come home. They always had to go visit her in the city if they wanted to see her. "I'll call her again.." Betty began, not wanting to ruin her husband's mood. It wouldn't be complete for him without his daughter there to celebrate with him, even if the whole town would be present. "No, don't bother... Veronica can be very mullheaded. She'

Jameson had been reading a part in the bible he wanted to use for his sermon the next evening when his mother-in-law sat down beside him. Lucinda didn't say anything at all as she watched the tall trees at the back their house. Years spent living with her already clued him in that she had plenty to say.  He bookmarked the page he was reading before closing the book.  "And you wanted to say?" He asked. When she didn't say anything, he kept quiet and watched the trees with her. "I never tell you this much, but I am happy that my daughter married you. I am sorry my husband didn't get to accept you for her before he died. He was a stubborn mule, you see." She laughed, "I was worried that my beautiful daughter could have fell in love with the town's choirboy. I didn't see what she saw in you." She didn't speak for a while after that and Jameson didn't push. "I know how hard you two suffered to have a child. You never blamed my daughter, you were beside h