The rest of my days with Dwyer didn’t just fleet by like they never even happened. They were days I could recount over and over again. It was like each day has its significance inside of my head. Each moment I had with him right after that day with him at the beach became a memory embedded into my brain and I dwelled in them with no single regrets. My days became memorable and yes, they were still stressful and tiring but each time I have a long day, the thought of going home to meet someone gave me immense joy. I was always looking forward to snuggling close to him on my couch while seeing a Netflix series together and munching on popcorns that often leads to arguments and bickering on who ate the most of it.
We spent most of our time at my apartment and only a few times at his since he was always waiting for me at my place when he gets off work. Each day, walking in to see him was like a pill I needed to take to go to sleep fine at night. Whenever I walk
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When the clock struck six, I was already sliding out the office doors, thoughts jumbled and legs wobbly. I couldn’t even return a snicker at Liam's taunt about my car as I stepped into it and left him coughing through a cloud of dust from the screeching tires.I had just one thing in mind. And nothing else fazed me. Not even the cloud of dust that followed me as I raced through the town like a mad woman.Dwyer didn’t kill that man.He definitely didn’t.I don’t know who did and how he is connected to being at the place at that time and showing up at my doorstep with blood-stained hands but one thing was certain and my brain won't stop repeating it.Dwyer was not the killer.The realization almost made me slap myself. I was too engrossed in the things I felt for him for me to realize all the signs. They were all there, sta
Hell. Is this what it feels like? Silence? The graveyard one, all around you? Where the little voices in your head that raged and rumbled like angry storms are now suddenly quiet as if their abode was raided and ransacked and now you hear nothing, not even your own silent cries. Where nothing makes sense to you. Where the thoughts in your head dry up and you feel like some sort of arid desert land. Where you feel nothing, nothing but numbness on your lips, your limbs and inevitably, your brain. If this isn't what hell feels like, then I wonder what makes hell terrifying if it isn't the fact that you can't feel yourself anymore. That’s right. The right words to fit my situation. I couldn’t feel myself anymore. Every part of me was numb and unfeeling. I was b
Can life get any shittier?Can my luck get any worse?And Christ why can't figurative expressions come to life in times like this? Expressions like the ground opening up and swallowing me, never to be seen or heard of again on the face of the earth because that was how I felt looking at my father standing by the door.I felt trapped. Not because of my little cubicle but because my father, who I have been lying to showed up at the most unexpected place, the least place I thought he could be and I couldn’t even move a muscle of my stiff body.He was all smiles as he took in the room but not until our eyes met and the smile on his face froze. The room seemed to freeze along with it, as if every other thing got paused so we could have all the time to ourselves.I wanted to look away. I wanted to walk away. No, scratch that, I wanted to run!But
All of my problems melted into the background the moment his lips touched mine. They drowned in the sea that is his lips and I couldn't help but sigh contentedly into them. There was something about the way his lips molded into mine. Something about the way it guided me in slow and sensual movements. Something about the fact that I have never felt this way before. It was nothing like anything I have ever felt. it was different. Different from our rushed moments of passion and lust even if it had just the amount of passion it needed and a mix of other emotions that we must have both bottled up in the past torturous days. I couldn't pinpoint the emotions. I didn't care. I couldn't care. The sensation coarsing through me wouldn't make me care. My tears didn't stop. I couldn't stop them. They seeped into the kiss we shared like they were a part of it and Dwyer gladly welcomed them, swallowing them and having us both taste the salty solution. I gripped
Nothing beats waking up to more than just the heat that radiates off your own body.And absolutely nothing beats having your arms wrapped around a warm body frame whose nakedness blocks the ray of the sun seeping through the Windows and into the room.Nothing ever compares to sniffing in the manly scent that is now thick with the smell of sweat and the aftermath of our love making. Not even the smell of my sheets that I sniff into every morning can beat this.He was big.Warm.Hard.And all mine.His heart beat against his chest and my own head that was rested on it, in slow even rythms, rising and falling. I didn't have to look up to his face to know that he was wide awake, his fingers spanning along my spine was enough confirmation. Just like last night, no words seemed to pass between us. Our bodies probably did the talking and our minds had the understanding needed.Curled up with him, I thought back to what I said yesterday an
I knew the moment that high-pitched scream pierced through my ears that it's either I ran for my life or I end up with my hair scalp being bruised by her puling on it and maybe a double nose bleed. And I knew better than to even consider the prospects.I ran."Get back here you little piece of shit!"She followed knocking down the bag in her hands in the process. The floor was small and enclosed and all I could do was run back and forth with her hot on my trail. I dodged a few hooks and punches from her whenever she got close enough to actually catch me. This went on for so long than I can figure out but neither one of us was giving up."Shayne please"I pleaded already out of breath even though I knew better than to stop running from her."Stop running Char! Get back here. I won't touch you" she was breathless too. I snorted. As if I could believe her. She rolled her eyes in return knowing I'm smarter than that."I promise I won't to
".......early today , the police apprehended the suspect responsible for the murder that took the little town of Riverdale by waves few months ago and still causing controversies up until now about the efficiency of the local police......however, the police have taken the case by the reins and finally gotten a lead after two whole months of silence!......the suspect still remains unknown and circumstances surrounding his arrest are still kept confidential by the police.... nonetheless, this is still a great feat by the police as they have given the town some sort of assurance that evil will be brought to nothing other than justice.....this is SIDE TALK reporting on the Riverdale morning show..........." This situation. It feels familiar. When was the first time I felt like that? When was the first time noise from my TV wafted through my ears but got filtered by my brain because of my inability to think or register what the fuck was going on.? It must have
DWYER (A few more chapters after this will be in Dwyer's POV. It's necessary to explain some things up until the time he was arrested, so enjoy......trigger warning though, there are instances where rape is mentioned)"I killed him" Those were the three words that changed everything. And the first ones I heard from my sister for the first time in months, since we moved back to Riverdale. At first, I thought it was one of her episodes, the ones that happen once in a few months and a subtle reminder that my sister was mentally unstable. Numerous times when we still lived together, she has woken up from her sleep with a deranged laughter bouncing off the walls of her room and over to mine and then I find myself rushing frantically to her. Those moments were the worst and most painful ones in my life. Because no matter how much I tried, I couldn't do anything to save her from the suffering. Each time it happened, I was left drained and wishing it was me going