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Clarissa woke up with a jerk. She took in her surrounding. The monitor was still beeping and the cannula was still connected to her wrist. She carefully detached the monitor from her body and the beep-beep sound stopped echoing round the room. She looked round. Someone’s coat hung on the seat. Takeout bags lay, scattered on the floor. It seemed someone had been camping by her bedside for a while. She looked at herself. The hospital gown looked absurd on her. The last time she’d had one on, she had been fourteen. Unlike the last time she was in the hospital, she remembered what had happened this time. And Flynn definitely had lots of explaining to do.Just as soon as she had thought that, Flynn breezed into the hospital room, his cologne engulfing the whole space in the smell of cheddar and sandalwood. She zeroed in on him, wondering if he would act in any weird manner. It would help confirm her suspicion.‘Hey. How do you feel?’ he asked, concern etched on his face.
Over the edge Chapter 12
Clarissa pushed the door open and stepped inside Marley’s apartment. Thanksgiving had passed in a blur without her spending time with her brother, thanks to someone who decided that a 100 milligram of fentanyl would be of greater use in her system. She had said a firm No when Marley had offered to drive her home. She just needed some time alone to herself. Peering through the window, she leaned down to stare at the street below. It was hard not to believe Flynn’s story about the cologne. But she couldn’t stop thinking what if. What if Flynn had been the killer all along. What if he had played to be all nice to get close to her. if memory served her right, after the night she had met him, the murder cases started pouring in. it was just so hard to ignore all the telltale signs. But what if she was wrong? She thought. What if it wasn’t him? what if It was just really a ploy to get her to suspect Flynn, while the real killer ran amok. She sighed deeply. All these things were slowly beg
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Sydney buzzed herself in. They did it all the time at their apartments. She slung the heavy duffel bag on her shoulder down on the floor and rushed to the kitchen. Clarissa and Sydney sat around the kitchen island, eating fortune cookies when she barged in on them. she eyed the two of them.‘Already having fun without me?’ she asked, heading towards one of the white cabinets and Clarissa rolled her eyes.‘Top right.’ Claire said with a stuffed mouth.Sydney opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey. Not bothering with a glass cup, she uncorked the bottle and took a swig directly from it. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Heat spread from her stomach to other parts of her body. She squished up her face at the bitter taste of the whiskey. She slammed the bottle down on the counter and faced her friends.‘I needed that. Damn, it’s freezing outside.’ Sydney grabbed a fortune cookie from the pile and unfolded the piece of paper. ‘Sometimes, the truth is better left un
Over the edge Chapter 14
She had noticed how Claire and Sydney had been trying to avoid talking to themselves. They couldn’t even meet her stare. It was weird because it was the first time something like that was happening and worse, she couldn’t place what had happened. She didn’t try to get them to talk or tell her what had happened. It wasn’t her fort. That would be Sydney’s. So, a cold, foreign silence settled between them while they all had breakfast that morning. She ate hers as fast as she could and then kissed the two of them goodbye before heading to work. The snow had let up and the sun peeked from behind thin, grey clouds. Not that winter was ending any time soon, just the start of what seemed like a less gloomy day. She still hadn’t called Marley ever since she left his apartment, something she was going to rectify that day. She still had to document Maddie’s exam; another thing last week’s hospitalization had robbed her of. And, Penelope.She had completely forgotten about the gir
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Shitty days came once in a while, often when she was less ready for them. That day had been one of those days. She had slapped Amanda Griffin for calling her a whore. She hadn’t meant to do it but she was glad she did. They had always had it out for each other. Both of them, head turning beauties, and sassy. But Amanda always took their scuffles too far. A guy, Ryan what’s-his-name, had gone full on flirting with her as she rang up his orders. She had flirted with him though because she couldn’t not flirt back. Truth be told, Ryan what’s-his-name was handsome and every bit her spec. But add his overinflated ego to the mix, and you’re suddenly wondering how God could create such a bastard. Guys like that make good pawns though. Massage their egos and your desires get satisfied almost immediately. Apparently, Ryan hadn’t looked once at Amanda and that had infuriated her. So, when the two of them had somehow, found themselves at the locker room at the same time. Amanda had
Over the edge Chapter 16
Clarissa trudged up the stairs of her apartment, weariness written all over her features. She barely made it inside her room before succumbing to the tiredness and slumping on her bed without taking any of her clothing. Her bags had been left right in front of the door. Sleep soon claimed her and she fell into a dreamless sleep.Or not.The night was sultry and balmy. The leaves in the trees didn’t move either because the night was so still. Even the nocturnal insects were incredibly quiet that night, crickets and all. A girl sat crossed leg just beside a little shrubbery, staring out into nothingness. Her brown hair fell down her back in waves. The little girl was eleven. She wondered how she could tell the girl’s exact age. Leaning back on her arms, she watched the clear sky. Mosquitoes bit into her skin, drawing blood and leaving bumps in their wake. She didn’t swat them away though. A door creaked open and the girl’s eyes snapped towards the direction of the sound. A man's burly
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Clarissa jerked awake with a loud gasp, her hands clamping a handful of the bed sheet In a vice like grip. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, sliding down her face in trickles.Her head hurt.It felt like someone was pounding a hammer unrelentingly on her head. Bile rose to her throat and before she knew it, she was racing across her room and into the bathroom. Barely making it to the WC, she began hauling everything in her gut until there was nothing else to puke. She slid to the floor of the bathroom and leaned on the bowl of toilet, heaving. Raising the hem of her blouse, she wiped her lips of the remainder of her puke. Her mind raced a mile a minute.The dream? Memory?She was at loss of what to refer to that little revelation as. It had been real… had looked real.What else could she be missing? What other memory had Chuck made her lose? How many other lies had he fed people before he had been convicted? Temporary amnesia. They had called it temporary amnesia stemming from a
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He still reeled from the kiss he had seen Clarissa and Flynn share the night before. The thought of it had him kicking an empty can by the curb. Why the hell would she let him desecrate those lush lips? He thought. The skies didn’t look as gloomy as it did the day before and the snow came down in gentle flurries. The sun hid behind the low hanging clouds. Hands In his pocket, he strolled down the bustling street of 58th avenue. He eyed Clarissa’s apartment as he walked by, taking notice of the black, tinted vehicles sitting beside the curb. FBI agents. He glared at them. he needed to do something about the amount of rage in him before he did something as stupid as barging into Clarissa’s house and blowing his cover. Another empty can flew into the air as he kicked it and the helpless can landed a few meters from him. It wasn’t unusual for him to get that much pent-up rage. But often, he’d had ways of controlling them. Now? Not so much. The police were on high alert and the slight
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