Mag-log inAriana
"Fucking a girl already? I thought we agreed no distractions until the end of the season." His mom got irritated all of the sudden.
"I swear mom, I'm focused. I don't know what this bitch is talking about."
Bitch? My God! He didn't just say that.
Before I could give this arrogant fuckface a piece of my mind, my mom interrupted. "Don't be like that Eve. Let the kid have his fun."
Fun? Define that again. Someone was obviously acting out as an entitled ass and my mom was brushing it off. My God! Did she have any idea how disgusting it was listening to two horny teenagers all through class?
I had somehow managed to seat through the first five minutes of it desperately hoping it would stop. But just my luck it only got worse. Blowing out an annoyed huff, I zoned back to the ongoing conversation.
"No, he's twenty-two, Maria. It's high time he took responsibility.."
"Can I please use your bathroom, Mrs Bennett." He cut off his own mother.
"Sure, it's the first door on the-, infact, Ariana will show you." Said Mom and my eyes instantly widen. Kill me.
Like feeling my reluctantance, she gave me the 'don't you dare argue with me' look and I sighed as I grudgingly got up from my seat.
I led the way upstairs and just pointed at the bathroom door. Before turning to my bedroom door, he literally followed me inside my room. The heck?
"Uhm, not the bathroom." I said, spuning to face him.
Ignoring my comment, he closed the door behind him and took a step forward, his eyes flashing with something wicked. "You've been a very naughty girl, Ariana."
I stiffened, suddenly feeling a weird flutter in my stomach. It was probably because of the close proximity, it had to be.
"Get out of my room." I managed to say, barely recognizing my own voice.
He chuckled darkly, as he took another step closer, I took an involuntary step backwards causing him to chuckle even more.
"I always get what I want kitten. And I assure you, you'll pay for that little stunt you pulled downstairs." He breathed, his ocean eyes locked on mine as he continued. "I will crawl inside your mind, your body, your soul, until you crave nothing else but my touch. I'II ruin you kitten, no other man would want you after I'm done."
I swallowed hard. For some weird reasons I couldn't breathe anymore. What did he mean by he'll ruin me? And what was that electricity dancing round every inch of my body? Good lord. Don't tell me it was desire. It had to be hatred. Yes it was hatred, pure undiluted hatred.
Smirking, he drew what little distance was left between us, his hands placed on either side of the wall. I felt my breath hitched, my pulse hammering in my throat. I've never felt this kind of animal attraction before.. this raw primal need that overshadowed reason and morality. God, somebody make it stop already.
"I'II take you to the deepest depths of hell and back. I'II pleasure you in the most unimaginable ways, I'II bury myself so deep inside you that you'd blackout. You'll regret ever messing with me, kitten."
He murmured, and I swear my legs were about to turn to jelly, my skin burning. God! I needed to gain some semblance of control. Inhaling a breath, I jabbed a finger into his chest. "I will never give you the satisfaction of having me."
His grin was pure sin. "Soon Kitten... Very soon."
He murmured and with that he left. Leaving me standing awkwardly in my bedroom, with a racing heart and wet insides, wondering what the fuck just happened.
Coming back to the lake felt different than leaving it.The cabin had not changed in the three days they were gone—same dock, same angle of afternoon light across the floorboards, same stubborn coffee maker—but the air inside seemed to recognize them. Nick set the bags down and did the ritual without thinking: locked the door, then unlocked it again. Ariana watched the small movement and felt something in her chest settle into place.Home, he had called it in the car.She was still learning how heavy that word could be when it was real.The first day back they did almost nothing. Unpacked. Opened windows. Let the lake air move through the rooms until the coastal city smell was gone. Nick checked the dock boards while Ariana answered a short email from the archival project. In the evening they cooked without a recipe and ate standing up in the kitchen because sitting felt too formal for the kind of quiet they had returned to.It was ordinary.It was also the most radical thing either o
The three weeks passed the way ordinary time does when no one is hunting you—sometimes too fast, sometimes so slow it felt like the days were testing whether they truly meant to stay.Ariana finished the first phase of the archival contract and accepted a second. Nick took on a short consulting block that required two video calls a week and nothing more. They bought a better coffee maker. They argued mildly about whether the reading chair should face the window or the fireplace and settled on the window. They slept with the door unlocked more nights than not.And then the calendar page turned, and it was time to go see Evelyn.The drive took most of a day. Nick navigated while Ariana watched the landscape change from deep green lake country to flatter coastal light. They stopped twice. Once for gas. Once because Nick pulled into a rest area without explanation, turned off the engine, and kissed her like he needed the reminder that she was still real and still choosing the same directi
The invitation from Evelyn arrived on a bright morning with no urgency attached.A short message. A weekend date three weeks out. An address by the water. Only if you want to. No expectations. I just miss my daughter’s voice in the same room.Ariana read it twice at the kitchen table while Nick poured coffee. He set a mug in front of her and waited.“She wants us to visit,” Ariana said.“Do you want to go?”“Yes.” She wrapped both hands around the warm ceramic. “But I also don’t want to leave this place yet. It still feels new. Like if we step away too soon it might forget we were here.”Nick pulled out the chair across from her and sat. “Then we wait until it feels solid enough to leave and come back to. Three weeks is enough time to decide.”The practicality of the answer settled her more than reassurance would have. He was no longer treating every choice like a tactical decision with life-or-death stakes. He was treating it like a life.They spent the morning on small, deliberate t
Daniel’s final message arrived without ceremony. Drive destroyed. Fragments unstable and incomplete. Nothing usable remains. It’s finished.Nick read it standing at the kitchen counter, then passed the phone to Ariana without comment. She read the words twice, waiting for the old rush of relief or dread. Neither came. What settled over her instead was a wide, almost frightening calm—the recognition that the last piece of the research had been reduced to nothing, and that the future no longer required them to guard a secret that had already cost too much.“It’s really gone,” she said.Nick leaned back against the counter, arms loosely crossed. “The research is. We’re still here.”The distinction mattered. They had spent so many weeks defined by what they were protecting or fleeing that the absence of both left a strange, open space. Ariana set the phone down and stepped into that space, sliding her arms around his waist. Nick’s hands settled at her hips with the ease of long practice,
Daniel’s message came three days later, short and final.Drive examined under isolation. Fragments were incomplete and unstable. Nothing recoverable that could be weaponized or sold. Physical media destroyed. Digital remnants wiped. It’s done.Nick read it once, then handed the phone to Ariana. She read it twice. The words did not produce triumph or even relief in the old sharp sense. They produced a quiet settling, like a door finally closing on a room they no longer needed to enter.“It’s actually over,” she said.Nick nodded. “The research part. The rest of our lives still have to be lived.”They sat with that truth for a while on the cabin steps, coffee cooling between their palms, the lake moving in slow silver lines under a pale sky. No celebration. No speeches. Just the recognition that one long, bloody chapter had reached its last page.Ariana rested her head against his shoulder. “I keep waiting to feel lighter.”“Maybe lighter isn’t the right word.” His arm settled around he
The package arrived on a Thursday.No return address. No postage marks that made sense. Just a plain envelope left in the metal box at the end of the long driveway, weighted with something denser than paper. Nick saw it first when he walked down for the mail. He did not open it. He brought it inside, set it on the kitchen table, and stood looking at it for a long time while the lake moved quietly beyond the glass.Ariana came in from the porch and stopped.“What is it?”“I don’t know yet.” His voice was even, but the old readiness had returned to his shoulders. “It’s addressed to both of us. Real names.”They stared at the envelope. For a moment the cabin felt less like a home and more like the temporary shelters they had left behind. Then Ariana reached past him, broke the seal, and tipped the contents onto the table.A single flash drive.A short handwritten note on thick paper.The secondary servers were never fully wiped. What remains is fragmented and corrupted. Still, fragments







