LOGINAaron's POV “Is that the last girl?” I asked, turning my head toward the worker who stood beside me in the office. He gestured his hands toward the door. “There is still one outside, but I'm not sure you will like her,” he responded. “Why?” I asked.“She's not like the other girls,” he replied. “Do you want me to bring her?” he asked. I nodded, lighting a cigarette in my mouth. He left to call her. The door creaked open, but I couldn't see the figure from where I sat because the office was dimly lit. That was how I liked it. She moved closer. Her blue jeans caught my eyes first. I almost choked on my cigarette with the way she suddenly staggered multiple times backward. What's wrong? Do I seem like a tiger? “What are you doing?” I said, letting go of the smoke that filled my mouth. I placed my leg down from the desk before moving closer to her as she pressed her back against the door. I looked closely into her. Really closely. Unlike the other girls, her face was empty. No
Lily's POV I stayed for about thirty more minutes before leaving the hospital. It had been more than a day since I had left so I decided to take a cab to my apartment. I brought out my keys to open the door but my hand froze mid-way. The doorknob was bent somehow, and a spring was the only thing preventing it from falling. I placed my hand on the door and pushed into the sitting room. The crackling sound of ceramic filled my ears as I walked further inside. My mother's vase, the red one, lay shattered in pieces on the floor. The couch faced the ceiling like someone was trying to move it. The curtains gathered at the base of the window. Why would anyone do this? This is the neighborhood with the lowest house rent in the entire city. Everything in the house was old. Nothing here was worth the risk. Unless they weren't stealing at all. My father's picture frame lay face down on the dining table. Some text in black ink was scribbled across the soft tissue at the back. I moved closer
Lily’s POVWe may have to discontinue the treatment. Please show up as soon as possible. The message hit me like a brick to the face. My appetite disappeared, and suddenly, all I wanted was to be alone. “What does it say?” Shawna asked, standing up from her seat. “I have to visit the hospital,” I replied. “Like, now?” Mikel asked, chewing. “No. Visiting hours are over. I'll go tomorrow,” I replied. Every minute I spent in bed that night felt like an hour. Discontinuing the treatment means she will die. I wasn't sure my body could take that. She developed a traumatic brain injury (TBI) when she tripped and fell down a staircase, hitting her head on the concrete floor of our house two years ago. We rushed her to the hospital, and for about two hours, the doctors fought to keep her alive. Eventually, they said she had to be kept in an induced coma while they pursued her treatment, which cost several thousands of dollars. Being a widow with no support, she had to work three jobs
Lily's POV. My legs sprang up from the seat. The plate of chicken that sat on the table flipped and landed on the tiled floor. Everyone shifted their attention to me with furrowed brows. Through the glass window of the restaurant my eyes moved from honking cars to moving people, looking for a white-haired man. “What the fuck is wrong?” Shawna asked with a sharp voice. She stood up and took the phone from my hand. She glanced at the screen, trying to see who I was speaking with. “We need to leave,” I said as I hurried toward the front door. When we got inside the car she refused to drive. She simply placed her hands on the steering wheel and exhaled before looking at me.“What was that?” She asked. “Nothing,” I responded. My fingers wouldn't stop shaking on my lap. Everything was wrong. Someplace out there Aaron had my contact, my location, my voice and probably my address.“Lily, I'm your best friend. I understand what you are going through. You need to tell me stuff,” she rai
Lily's POVI let the phone ring out twice. Not bothered about who it could be. But on the third ring, Shawna couldn't take it anymore. “Don't you wanna pick that?” she asked while chewing the chicken meat that filled her mouth. “No,” I answered, lowering my fork on the plate. I felt no urgency toward anyone or anything. Nothing interested me. Whatever they wanted to discuss on the phone, I didn’t care. I reached for the glass of water on the table. I watched Shawna rip open another bottle of soda on the table with genuine interest while I barely touched the chicken that lay in front of me. She had always been carefree. She had gained about four pounds since her wedding last August but she didn't even care. She never stood in front of a mirror to judge herself. Every time I asked, her reply was simple: my husband doesn't complain. Her husband worked in finance and they were never broke. She never did anything wrong. She had a life free of trouble. A life I would trade anything f
Lily’s POV“Lily.” “Lily.” “Lily.”A voice muffled in my ears as I felt a gentle tap multiple times on my shoulder. “It’s me. Wake up, Lily,” the voice continued. “Wake up.” A pain ran through my forehead as I forced myself to rise from the bed. I rested my back on the headboard. Through blurred vision I saw Shawna. She was on the bed. Her right hand was on my leg beneath the blanket. “What's wrong, Lily?” she asked. She turned my head toward her. “Have you been drinking?” The room was dimly lit. The window was closed. My dresses were on the floor. Everything was out of place. Three empty bottles of alcohol along with an opener sat on the nightstand. “What day is it?” I asked, squinting my eyes at Shawna who raised her eyebrows. “It's Tuesday,” she answered.Shawna walked to the window. She drew the curtain and rays of light shone directly into my eyes. My head turned away sharply. “What's wrong? I thought you would still be with Dorian for the vacation,” she said. I stood







