Nobela ni Amber Tee

Rebecca’s POV It’s tommorow already, I am so tensed I leave the house before six. I am putting on a hoody sweater and joggers, the hood over my head. The sky is a bright red, and outside is a bit chilly. Thankful for what I had on, but it doesn’t shield me from the tightness in my chest. The walk to the park feels longer than it normally is. I pass a young girl who waves at me beaming with smiles. A man walking a dog with a tired kind of movement, all the while trying to steady my mind, a million thoughts racing through. When I walk through the little gates of the park it doesn’t take long before I spot him, sittting on the bench like we agreed on, but he doesn’t see me. My stomach does a little flip. And my heart rate increases. Tousled hair, he looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, he’s scanning he’s surroundings, like he’s expecting to see someone, behind the bushes. I hate that even now, part of me wants him to smile. To make this feel normal. To make me feel wanted again. Tha

DELMONT POV I laugh so hard the glass in my hand shakes, spilling over little droplets of water on my desk. A deep guttural kind of laugh, ugly and heavy as it echoes through the private room. My shoulders are trembling because of the force or it, a long one. When it finally stops, I long sigh drags out of my chest like smoke. My lawyer is seated across from me, in a plaited steel grey suit, laughing too. Not as loud as me. His fingers laying heavily on the folder in front of him, containing something dangerous. I wipe the corner of my eye with a hand “those bastards” I laugh again. Almost choking “they really thought I would show up, they…” i can’t control the chuckles “they set everything up carefully, a month of panning, I could have watched all year long” I lean back on my chair, raising the amber colour de glass to my lips. “They are broken, and all I had to do was not show” “Did they wait long?” The lawyer ask. “I don’t know” my eyes are filled with sparks “imagine th

Rebeca’s pov. This isn’t the best time to go. But I can’t seat in this house any second longer, the silence is beginning to press in my chest and if I stay I might start crying over nothing all over again. I have called mum twice today. Cleaned, watched a movie and yet they do nothing to fill the emptiness I am feeling. Because something is missing. My headache hasn’t gone away and my stomach still feels off, but it doesn’t matter, I just need to see Donald. I know I will feel better when I do. There was something about his voice last night when he called. Just called out of the blue, he sounded tired. I miss him. I drive to his office. I take a longer route, because I am stalling, even if I would hate to admit it. I even stop by Mac Donald’s to get a doughnut, anything to take my mind off the dread that is forming in my tommy. I am scared about what he would tell me or what he won’t. I know he wouldn’t be at home now, he’s going to tell me what the hell is going on with hi

Mikes pov. I dont hear Bianca’s voice on time. One second, we are standing there, just waiting then the next, Gun shots. Two masked men, step out from either side of the black sedan. I see the sparks from their guns before I even hear the bullets. A bullet hits my rear view mirror. From their position a distance parked in front of us. “Get down!!” I shout. Theo is already crouched near the tear end tire, he’s gun is raised and he’s firing, Leon has rolled to the other side, the air is filled with dust and sand. I grip the cold metal in my hands. Unloading in sparks. One shot, then another. The men are already slipping back into the car. “Shit” I say as climb to my feet. The car pushes forward. The tires screech against the gravel. And they are speeding off. I wrench the door of the truck open and get into the drivers seat. “Get in” I shout. My heart is pounding. Adrenaline surges through me. Theo dives in beside me and Leon slams the door behind. I start the

Mikes POV. The-D-day. The church looks worse than I imagined. An old abandoned building. The walls are falling apart, the roof is half gone. The only thing standing in place is a rotted away statue. surrounded my tall trees in the middle of nowhere. Of course, Delmont would pick such a place. I don’t like it. This was the first time I am coming face to face with the man who changed everything. And somehow still manages to direct the course of our lives up till this very moment. I am standing beside the car parked on the courtyard, my hands are shoved into my pocket staring at the church. The sky above is getting dark. Thick clouds. Rain hasn’t started yet, but it’s close. “Too quiet” I say. Leon is leaning at the rear end of the car. A cigarette in one hand and another on the gun in his belt, like this is just another causal Wednesday. “Churches are like that” I glance at him. “I don’t like the set up” I look down at my watch. Delmont is late. On purpose. I know this move.

Rebecca’s POV It’s evening, Donald didn’t leave early this morning. He actually lingered a bit. He asked about mum, and even offered to make break fast, he looked better and well rested, and didn’t leave without some rounds of sex. I have been feeling a bit tired lately, so I decided to take some days off from work. Literally been sleeping all day when I heard a knock on the door, it was Marilyn. I have been having a lot of unexpected visitors lately. She has already kicked off her shoes, thrown her bag into my couch and is halfway into my fridge like she pays the rent here. “You are not even supposed to be here until weekend” “Yeah well, I missed your face. And your coffee machine. Also, I think I might have accidentally almost quit my job yesterday.” “Whaaat?” I ask. She waved it off. “Long story, boring. Let’s talk about you” she squints her eyes at me. “What has been going on” “Nothing” “You are lying. Your eyes are doing that thing where you are thinking like