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Twenty-four: First dance in the rain
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A Thousand Lies Twenty-five: Bloody rain
Temperance My body crashes into the cement, my hands covering my ringing ears. I open my eyes, feeling my heart drop as I'm covered in blood. "Emaline!" I shriek once I locate the source of the blood. I jump towards her putting her limp body on my lap. Then there is another loud gunshot. And Tj is on the ground bleeding. He shot himself. I don't know where. Nor do I care. I only care about the girl that's bleeding out in front of me. "Is she alive?" Zander screams at me. With shaky hands, I reach toward her neck. My hand slips from the blood before I'm able to press my fingers around her neck. I find the spot where I'm supposed to feel her pulse. "N... no." The sound of the rain drowns my voice out. I press harder on her neck before having my hand retreat. I place my hand on her chest, where she was shot. Her face continues to lose its color as I press down on her wound, the blood seeping through my fingers. Her blond hair is already soaked with her dark blood. Tears stream
A Thousand Lies Twenty-six: Bloodied hands
Temperance After we leave her grave we end up at the warehouse per my request. I walk past everyone who had just come from the funeral. Instead of mourning at home, they hide the pain by continuing their work. I stand in front of Rea and Justin who guard the heavy metal door. I know Tj is behind this door, and you bet your ass I'll get in. "Let me in," I grit my teeth. They glance at each other, then back at me. "We can't let you do that." Rea looks at me sadly. They know who I'm going for. They know my reason. And they continue to stand in my way. I turn around and eye Alec and Zander. They speak up. "You can let her in. There's no stopping her today.." Alec replies, watching my every move. They open the door, revealing a set of stairs leading down into a dimly lit hall. I go down the stairs. "I'll take watch. Rea, you can go down there instead." Zanders's voice almost cracks in that sentence. He's too heartbroken to look at the man who murdered the woman he loved in cold
A Thousand Lies Twenty-seven: Gracelyn Sinclair
Temperance The light shines through the holes in the roof of the treehouse. It hits my eye just right, pulling me out of my restless sleep. With messy hair and a dirty dress, I bring myself to my feet, my face twisting at my bruised legs. I know Alec is worried but I can't find myself caring. I need time for myself. I walk towards the trap door and climb down. Throwing my shoes onto the ground below me. I relax once both of my feet are on the cool, green grass below me. I pick up my shoes and make my way out of the forest. I am a mess. A big mess. My hair is tangled, and my dress has dirt and rips all through it. My jacket is ripped at the bottom. I look like I've escaped a kidnapping, especially with these fading wounds all over my face and legs. I find my way back onto the road. I am in town. Walking barefoot on the sidewalks, my shoes in my hands. Lots of people give me weird stares. Some have worried expressions written across their faces. "Ma'am, are you ok?" A middle-ag
A Thousand Lies Twenty-eight: Dangerous act of arson
Alec I sit alone in my office, thoughts spinning through my head about the girl we can't find. Did she run away? If she did, then why? Would she be coming back? Did she get kidnapped? Does she need help? All these thoughts spin around in my head, forcing a headache to take over my fatigued body. I know she is strong. She can handle herself. But for how long? I know she could somewhat handle herself when she lived with her father. Well, not handle it. Definitely not handle it. I mean, she almost died over a million times. Almost like she's in a very overdramatic book. But at least she survived. I know she can take care of herself. She is stronger than she looks. I mean, she punched me a few days ago for accidentally touching her boob. Now I have a bruise. And I didn't even get a good feel. Great, just great. However, the thing about her is that she's stronger emotionally and stronger in smartness and strategy. She's strong when it comes to punching me, but what about again
A Thousand Lies Twenty-nine: metal against my skin
TemperanceOnce we all get back to the mansion, Alec runs towards me. He takes me in his arms and holds me tight.I place my head on his shoulder and take a deep breath."Where were you?" He pulls back, keeping his hands on my shoulders."Just walking around." I know there will be a wave of questions. But I don't want to answer any of the ones he's bound to ask."I'm dirty and tired." I blurt before he has the chance to ask anything else.He looks at me and sighs in defeat. "You need to eat. I know you haven't been eating."I frown at him. I don't want to eat. I can't. I won't be able to hold the food down. And I don't deserve it anyway."No, Alec, I'm fine." I roll my eyes taking a step back."Temperance, you're going to eat."The other guys pull up. The ones that have been looking for me, I presume. They stop the cars and park them."No, I'm not. You're not going to force me." I grit my teeth as they walked past us. I know if Alec and I aren't talking that they'd come up and hug me
A Thousand Lies Thirty: A babysitter
Temperance Two weeks have passed since Emaline's funeral. A few days ago I finally opened the bedroom door to Alec. We now share his bed since he continues to let me reside here. I haven't destroyed any more furniture since the last time they replaced it. Whenever I get overwhelmed and have to self-harm I do it in the shower. I continue to avoid speaking but sometimes I have to. I'm not completely silent like I was, I just don't have anything to say anymore. Zander is finally out of his room. My worry for him has been constant. He helplessly tries to find distractions from her death. Rea is technically bound by my side, ordered by Alec. He can't be with me every second of the day, which I understand, so he sends Rea to tend to me. She is always stationed close by, I can't help but feel guarded. I have no problem with her being around. She has never shown ill intentions towards me. If I ever need anything she doesn't hesitate to help me. I consider her a friend. A friend but not
A Thousand Lies Thirty-one: painted in red and blue
Temperance She put on a movie that I've never seen before. Incredibles 2, I think. I haven't even seen the first one. I haven't really seen any movies if I'm honest. And I can blame my father for that. She stands up to get something from the kitchen while I cover up with a blanket, still watching the movie. I don't know when the guys will be back, it seems like I never know. I don't know if Ella will let me go to bed alone or if she'd sit on the edge of my bed and watch me. Alec did order her to protect me, but sitting on the edge of my bed while I try to sleep seems excessive. My ears perk as a firm knock comes from the front door. I turn around, glancing at the door. My mind runs through all the people it could be. I stand to my feet and walk towards the door. Something isn't right, I can feel it. I open the door, and to my horror, I see two tall, male police officers standing in front of me. The red and blue lights flashed behind them, blinding me. I bring my hand up to my
A Thousand Lies Thirty-two: Cement walls
Temperance Anxiety. My anxiety can go from one to ten in a matter of seconds. One minute I can be fine. The next, I'm on the ground shaking, trying to get the oxygen into my lungs. Anxiety is like a monster. It's a monster that doesn't go away. It's a monster that attacks you whenever it wants because it doesn't care about what you think. I say I need to go to the restroom for stomach problems. It's not the stomach problems everyone is thinking about. It's the anxiety making my stomach churn. Making me fall to the ground holding my stomach while I break out into a cold sweat, rocking back and forth on the ground. My heart feels like it's going to burst... it's all I worry about. Wondering if it's going to explode inside my chest and kill me slowly because it's beating so fast. Because it hurts so much. It's the thing that causes me to lose my breath and causes me not to form a simple word. It could be wonderful. Then the anxiety knocks on my door. I stay quiet, so it won't kno
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- A Thousand Lies Seventy-three: the lies
- A Thousand Lies Seventy-two: I'm happy to be here
- A Thousand Lies Seventy-one: She's dead
- A Thousand Lies Seventy: Lack of understanding
- A Thousand Lies Sixty-nine: Strength
- A Thousand Lies Sixty-eight: Another note
- A Thousand Lies Sixty-seven: Gracelyn Sinclair
- A Thousand Lies Sixty-six: Temperance
- A Thousand Lies Sixty-five: Just like you
