All Chapters of Hills Of Pain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What's wrong? What do you mean?” Diane yelled over the phone, storming into Coven's town police station. The clangorous station unexpectedly became still as all eyes sat on her figure. She froze to the spot, her eyes sweeping up and down the station, searching for Graeme Clough. There he was, gently packing up his stuff into an average-sized box, his phone captured between his shoulder and head. “Who could be behind this?” she wrestled with her thoughts. “We received orders from the higher ups to stop…” he lifted his gaze and found her standing some meters away, speechless. Her face crinkled, confused. He exhaled heavily, swept his palm across his forehead and threw his hands in a there's nothing we can do gesture. Diane slowly shook her head in disbelief, “This can't be happening.” she muttered under her breath as Graeme Clough advanced towards her and threw his arm on her shoulder. “Let's go grab a coffee.” he persuaded, bringing her along. Few months ago, her expectations sto

“You'd better make sure of that before I pass on.” the words rang louder than a doorbell in his ears while he drove home. “Pass on?” Karl cogitated, clutching the steering and firing the engine of his Auqin V8. Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Ellie had gone through the list of top modelling agencies a million times, yet the search for a certain Everly proved abortive. Although she felt the need to rest after several hours of searching, however, she figured the books in the shelf appeared scathless and well positioned. “Why put it here when you wouldn't read it.” she spoke under her breath, a flash of curiosity glinted in her eyes as she moved closer to it. After all, Karl was away from home and wouldn't return any time soon. The thought increased her confidence level and in a split second she randomly took out one. ‘Chronicles of torment’ it read, Karl had initially buried its identity among others. Her finger flipped the pages cursorily, only to behold bizarre images of devices

Eyes closed, Graeme Clough slowly pushed his fingers through his black hair and tilted his head until it made a soothing crack sound as drops of water from the shower travelled down his body to his feet. There was no better way to end a day of stress and emotional setback than taking a shower. He raised his arm and reached for his body towel, which he hung on the door, wiped his body dry, wrapped it round his waist and paced into his bedroom. He picked up his face towel from the bed, gently drying his face of water, and then vigorously ran the towel through his hair. Meanwhile, his phone made some funny vibrational sound, it was another missed call from Diane. He picked it up from the bed and noticed he had missed her calls nine times. He flung his head backward against the wall and exhaled heavily. “It must have been so important.” he cogitated, punching in her number. Fortunately, she picked up. “I'm….” “I'll be your woman,” she threw her words quickly, “But,”, the sudden pause

The cawing of birds could be heard in a distance as the sunrise dipped the clouds in a reddish glow. Elyria threw on her white reefer jacket that was almost to her ankle, wrapped her blue muffler round her neck, gently picked up her bowler bag and slowly pulled the door open as Her eyes swept up and down the room for Hubbard, but, she found no sign of him. “All clear.” a smile pulled her lips to the side as she tiptoed towards the door. “Where are you going to this early?” Hubbard asked, his voice coming from a distance. “Huh!” Elyria gasped, almost crashing on the floor. “Isn't it too early to step out?” Hubbard asked again, walking out of the dark. “Why did you put off the lights? You almost killed me.” she crinkled her face and spoke under her breath. “I've got an important meeting to attend. I'll be home soon.” she said, dragging her legs faster that they could carry her until she was out of sight. She had to do something about her marriage before it would get worse. Luis Mar

“Hey, are you okay?” Savannah asked, moving her computer chair closer to Jenkins'. He'd been sitting, standing, then sitting again. Savannah placed her palm on his forehead, his eyes appeared puffy. “Did you get any sleep at all?” “I don't know,” he said, turning to her. “I've …” he hesitated, weighing his words. “I've to pay back the loan within the next forty-eight hours.” “How much is it you want to pay back?” Savannah asked in the most curious of tone. “Forty thousand dollars.” the words flew from his mouth. “What!” Savannah yelped, her hands flying to her mouth. She swept her eyes up and down the office with a still posture. Fortunately, her co-workers hadn't noticed her sudden outburst, they were all buried in the screen of their computers. “That's too much.” she whispered. “Right?” he said, arching a quizzical brow. “Yes, it is.” the words seemed to drag themselves from her mouth. “But I'll speak to Everly about this. She might be of help.” “Will you?” he asked, wear