All Chapters of Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Once Detective Trevor Wilson had been booted out of the living room by my father-in-law, his partner, Detective Gale Jones, left on her own and that way, she was consequently tasked with the responsibility of going through the process that entailed taking my statement in place of her expelled partner. She seemed a little taken aback and shaken by the events of the past few minutes and gave the impression of being nervous; that much was obvious from the way her feet were tapping, continuously, against the marble floors. Alvida turned in her seat, beside her husband, to look at the female police officer. "Now that we are rid of the nuisance that is your partner, we are ready to get down to the business of the day." she said, addressing the Detective, "You may now proceed with your assignment." After receiving the go-ahead from the woman of the Valentino household, Gale Jones nodded her head in understanding. "Yes, ma'am." she said, clearing her th

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The anticipation was clear in both Alisia and Detective Gale Jones' eyes as they both leaned forward in their seats, their eyes holding, in its depths, the curiosity that they felt. Before addressing them, I gulped down spittle; my action was not in a bid to be dramatic, but because the thought of what was about to escape my lips was scary enough to cause a flood of saliva to fill up my mouth. Once I had swallowed the watery liquid that had been secreted into my mouth by glands, I opened my mouth to answer the question, nearly chortling at the way my sister-in-law and the detective basically leaned out of their seats, eyes wide in anticipation of what words were about to escape my parted lips. "A strange man." I replied. Both of them looked at one another before turning to look at me, confusion written on their faces. "What do you mean?" Detective Jones asked. "I saw a strange man." I answered, settling back into the cushioned couch that I was sited on. I

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I was immersed in a caliginous chasm, and I enjoyed, very much, the feeling that the abyss gave me as it swallowed me whole and engulfed me in its pleasing embrace which was full of darkness and quiet. I wished that I would never have to leave that sweet ataraxia, hoping that said placidity could be everlasting. But as I have come to learn, mostly through the hard way, every and all good things had to, eventually, come to an end- I had also come to accept that verdict. No favorable occured or entity could last an eternity; one way or another, they would have to come to a finish. I did not necessarily understand why it had to be so, but I had no choice but to come to terms with that fact. So was the case for my peaceful sleep as the blaring of my ringtone dragged me, harshly, out of my state of tranquility, which I was not very much inclined to leave, and tossed me into a state of consciousness. And so, letting a tired sigh escape from my lips, I patted around b

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. With Jay at the wheel, the car moved smoothly along the tarred road, and I watched through the car window as the trees passed by swiftly. I could have tried counting them to take mind off the thoughts that soared in my head, unobstructed, but they moved too fast for me to be able to count. I let a sigh escape from my lips before placing my forehead on the cool glass of the car window. Seeing as I was unable to do anything to clear my mind, I guessed that I would have to allow those several thoughts take their course in my head. As I allowed my thoughts to have free reign over my mind, I recalled the last conversation that's I'd had the previous night which was the dialogue I had with Adrian right before I had gone to bed. "You should have found a chance, or created one. There is no excuse, at all, for not telling me about those things, Danielle. It concerns me just as much as it concerns you, and need I remind you that the house in question is my own property

CHAPTER NINETY. DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days spent in the Valentino Mansion rolled by in a blur of early morning trips, with my new person driver, Jay, to the NYU campus in the heart of Manhattan; sometimes, dreary, and other times, fun days at school with my course mates and friends; silent car rides back to the estate with Jay; feasting, alongside my in-laws, on the chef, Etienne's, food for dinner; late night recaps with Alisia, my sister-in-law turned sister; and then finally, to end the day, heading to bed after the day had been quite well spent. Very soon, without even being fully aware of it, I had spent nearly three months at their estate. It was a long time to be around them, because even though they had become my family, they were still new and unfamiliar to me; but I could not quite complain about spending so much time with them as during my time with them, as much as I'd had sad and overwhelming moments, I'd also had my quite share of fun as well as merriment. During