All Chapters of The Dark Silhouette: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Athena's POV We leave the restaurant hand in hand, headed to the park where we used to hang out just to gaze at the sky while having deep conversations. We had just finished a sumptuous meal at our favorite diner when we observed a crown circling the corner of the block. There is yellow barricade tape around, as well as cops and a detective. I recognized the detective because he looked similar to the one I saw at Janet's crime scene. Aside from the authorities, there are some press reporters and cameramen on the scene. "Is there a new film on the way? Is this some type of recording?" I overheard Cloud inquire. "No, I don't believe so. From a distance, I recognize the detective. He's the same person who's been working on Janet's case," I responded courteously. We approached the site slowly because we were inquisitive. Cloud, who was so protective of me, sought to cover my eyes. But I flashed him a consoling glance and s

Cloud's POV I arrived at Athena's street and noticed from a distance that there are a swarm of press reporters and cops circling her apartment. I pressed the accelerator extremely hard and came to a screeching halt as I approached her house. My action shocked the crowd, but I am not concerned primarily about anything, except for Athena's safety. I stormed out of my car and walked to her front door without bothering to fix my parking. The chief of police stepped in my path and managed to grab my shoulder, attempting to prevent me from entering. I continued to insist on entering and began savagely pushing the cop, shrieking that I had the right to be there. Other cops had already grabbed my shoulders from behind to prevent me from possibly injuring the chief of police. "Who are you and what brings you here?" the chief sternly questioned me. I started yelling angrily at him and said, "I am Athena's b

Lovi's POVI arrived early at the office and began reviewing all the chapters submitted to me by our authors, but it appears that my mind became stuck somewhere. I was reading one of my author's manuscripts and making recommendations and revisions when I noticed my phone next to my computer.I grabbed it and began sending random texts to Athena, hoping she would respond as she reads them.It has been five days since the incident in Athena's neighborhood, and I have been continuing to follow the news coverage of the crime. She had stopped responding to our texts since then. When I asked our boss about it, he said that Cloud had called in and see if Athena could take vacation leave to get back on her feet.I have known Athena since we were children. I feel like I know her from head to toe. I know exactly what her personality is like, as well as her likes and dislikes. We were there for each other through every moment of pain and sorrow. And

Athena's POV When we saw the person outside our door, Cloud and I were flabbergasted. We just exchanged puzzled looks, having no idea what to say. The person then cheerfully started the conversation. "Hello, guys! Athena, my dear friend. How are you doing?" "Megan?" I confirmed. "Who else is there? Your sexiest friend!" Megan remarked jokingly. I returned my gaze to Megan, still perplexed as to why she would come to see me despite the distance I had requested from them as I worked to getting back on my feet. She was, indeed, my sexiest friend. As always, she is stunningly beautiful and flirtatiously attractive. What I really do not understand is why she would wear such a tight-fitting skirt just above her knee in the middle of the night. Although I must admit that she looks like a model in that outfit because her curves are clearly highlighted by her dress. "Do we just stand there staring at each other? Is this

Athena's POV I was barely asleep when I heard our bedroom door open and close softly. Then, from behind me, I hear slow, approaching footsteps. I could not bring myself enough to open my eyes to see who the figure was. I am absolutely petrified of inspecting to see whether it's the killer's silhouette I have seen from my bathroom a week ago. I could feel the soft mattress is lightly pressed down, as though someone had just climbed the bed and laid down. The figure then edged closer to me in a split second. I breathed the scent discreetly and eventually realized immediately that it was Cloud. I felt relieved because I had recognized his presence. I can finally fall asleep because I now feel more secure with him by my side. I had the assumption that he had been looking intently at me while I was trying to sleep. I fought the intense desire to open my eyes, mystified by his action. Instead, I scrutinized his movements, anticipating his e