All Chapters of Till Time Do Us Part: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“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.” Z

“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

Gray Stewart woke up to the alarm on her phone atop the nightstand that resounded throughout the room. With her eyelids still weighing down her eyes, she groped the furniture for her phone and turned it off with a swipe. Taking the phone into her hand, she turned to the other side of the bed and noticed Zia gone. With her bedroom fully enclosed without any windows, night and day wouldn’t differ at all inside; therefore, it was impossible to ascertain the time. Tapping on the screen of her phone, it lit up. She checked the time; however, her eyes found the unread messages from Sarah on the notifications of her lock screen. And before she could think of anything, her finger tapped on the notification and opened the messaging app. Seeing her inbox, only Sarah’s name was in bold with 8 unread messages. As she tapped on her name, it revealed the messages she had yet to read. And the latest message caught her attention first as it was the longest. ‘I don’t know if you’re blaming yourself

“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

“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