Chapter 4

Paris went into her shower to take a bath. She dried herself wrapping a white towel around her naked body. She went into her room and slipped into her white nightwear. Before getting into bed, she sat before her mirror and brushed her long, curly, red hair. She paused looking at her reflection in the mirror, sullenly. Paris blamed her hair and freckle face for making her life so miserable. She imagined things would have been much better if only she looked like her sister, Everlee, probably Archer wouldn't be so distant from her. She placed down her brush and went to lay in her bed. Paris was eager for the next day, Archer would be wellrested and he'd have time for her. She sat up not being able to sleep without Archie, ever since she had Archie, he'd always slept beside her every night. Paris got out of bed and went to open her bedroom door to search for Archie. She went downstairs and into the living room.

"Archie," she called.

Archie wasn't in the living room. She went into the kitc