All Chapters of Shadows of Deception : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Miss?” he sweetly yet worriedly asked again. I noticed he held one of the pool sticks in his hand, yet there was no one else in the room.“You play alone?” I questioned perplexed.He seemed a bit taken aback by my response, yet he recollected himself to a smile, I'm glad you're okay. Can you walk properly?"“I’ll learn if I can’t," I assured him as I steadied myself and took a step away, yet I felt hell yank my right foot down.“Maybe you should sit.”“Uh, no it's fine. My brother must be waiting for me outside, besides my mom did tell me to be wary of strangers." I smiled sweetly recollecting that most beautiful men play the dirtiest games.“Oh, I understand.” He said almost hurt. For some reason, my heart couldn't leave like this. There was something about him, so genuinely sincere that I couldn't just walk away from it. I wanted to ask him why he was alone in this room or why was there a tremble in his voice when I was about to leave. In that instance, thought to myself, why not

~^~Touching my neck, my finger grazed along a cold metallic chain and I curiously looked at the silvery pendant which had this great stallion that looked somewhat majestic in its form. Moe walked up to me and held the pendant as it hung around my neck, observing it as if he were trying to recollect a memory.“The man who saved me," I breathed, “He put that around my neck. I don't know who he is."Moville seemed to be still taken by the necklace."Moe, what are you thinking?"“It won't make sense." He responded, *It doesn't,"“Finneas and I will check the surveillance footage." Ricard stated, “Perhaps that can aid Miss Grey in identifying the man."As they both left the room, leaving Moe and the stranger behind I frowned at the pendant until I heard Moe's overdramatic sigh and flop on the sofa."Christ. What did I get myself into?" he moaned, I need a beer.""I assure you, I don't think that's what you need." The stranger replied to Moe as he ended his call.Attempting to stand, the m

~^~I parked in the driveway and stepped out feeling a bit uneasy but I sucked it up and headed to the door, ringing the doorbell once.What the hell am I really doing?No. No.Stick to the plan.Staying here would buy me more time. I rang the doorbell once more and took a deep breath until a decently aged woman opened the door quite confused. She stared at me with her honeyed brown eyes and dark brown hair that was complemented by a few strands beginning to grey which was tied in a messy bun."Mrs. Salvatore." I smiled sweetly.There was something that seemed sad about her. There was her face seemed to drop and age- almost like she was deprived of something- or someone."Oh, a new face in the neighborhood?" she mirrored my smile back at me. The way she smiled reminded me of Sinister’s -oh so scarce rare genuine ones- the ones thatwould only happen once in a blue moon that is. Now that I mentioned it and observed her a little more, her smile seemed to be the only familiar trait to hi

~^~The smell of smoke tingled through the air and my face and entire body felt numb. I tried to talk but I couldn't, my voice felt dry and strained and my eyes too tired to properly open- everywhere ached so badly. From what I could see, I noticed my brother lying on the road from afar opposite me. He seemed unconscious. I tried to move to no avail. My face was against the damp, cold, wet ground, and my hair seemed to be sticky with either sweat or blood running down my forehead. It felt cold yet the warmth of the fire blazing from a vehicle afar caught my attention. At that moment, I saw the distinct image of a person wearing dark black shoes near me. I tried to move, I did, but I couldn't. The individual stopped in front of me and stooped, yet I still could not see his face- but I knew the voice too well.“Oh Angel," his raspy voice cooed into my ears as he pushed my bloody hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear, "I missed you,”I felt my aching body being scooped into

~^~ I knew in my heart that leaving wouldn't have been the right thing to do. It probably was the wise thing, but not the right thing. I held myself up painfully and entered the house where I saw the lifeless body of Marc on the ground. He didn't deserve this. His son didn't deserve this. As best and respectfully as I could, I pulled and dragged the body out regardless if I was bleeding myself, and dragged him under the tree where his wife's grave was beneath. At that moment, I slumped to the ground. The feeling was numb and there was nothing I could do anymore. I hated it. I hated how helpless and how unfair this situation was. Part of me hated myself because I felt like this was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten involved with him, with anyone. Everyone I go to, I put them in danger. I never cried so much over a dead man's body. Literally. The sudden wash of anger and frustration swept across me giving me chills. It was painful. I felt cold and damp, my consciousness was slippin