==Matteo==I poured myself a glass of orange juice, before munching a piece of Oreos cookie. I set a bowl on the table, threw in an entire bag of the chocolate snack and slapped in some milk. I'd never thought I'd do this: deal in junk. But life had a way of shaking you up. Of shaping you to be something you never were. Since untold hardship lurked around, I had to indulge myswlf. It was likely I'd never get the chance to do taking a bite from a cookie of ores. I then so again. There was a knock on the door. "Yes." The door squealed open I didn't lift my gaze because the footsteps—the sound was easily recognisable. "Sir, I've got something you might want to see."With my eyes still fixed on my bowl of Oreos, I said, "What?"He moved closer and extended his hand. This prompted me to look his way. He was holding a tablet. He was holding a tablet. The fuck he was. What now, I thought. Couldn't I just have one day to myself? One last day to indulge myself before the inevitable doom? I
Lyons drew an arrow from the quiver and stood poised. His full attention on the target circle. He realised his grip and the arrow pierced through the air. It made a perfect hit with the bullseye. With his eyes still fixed on the target circle, he slipped out another arrow, positioned it against the bow string, and pulled taut. He let go, getting the same result. The afternoon sun was at its peak. Hot rays burned his neck, but that was the least of Lyons' problems. He took of his baseball hat, and raked his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. Having let in some air to his scalp, he repositioned the hat. He moved to the target circle and began taking out the arrows. He'd made three perfect hits. And now, while his skin was beginning to cry out in agony, he was going to spend the next ten minutes or so archering. He was going to shoot out his frustration, his indignation and overall discontentment with the world. Footsteps drew close. Lyons didn't bother to inquire. "Excuse me, si
==Matteo==The doctor hadn't wasted time to come. She and Olivia were in the inner room. It'd been over ten minutes now, and none of them had made it out. I couldn't help but wonder if the rash was something serious. Of course, it looked hideous. It'd left her face looking crimson. Almost like a burn. Where could she have gotten the allergy from? Had she been outside again? That wasn't far from being a possibility. The damn girl couldn't heed to instructions. She never did. I sighed, running my fingers across my hair. Once I stopped the motion, a large portion of hair fell over my face. I shook it back. I had to get to the barber's. It was long overdue. The image of Olivia flashed before my eyes, and I winced. I was so perverse, so polluted that I'd pictured her naked when she in fact had on a towel. This was basically what I'd become. A lunatic. I sighed again, my lips forming a pout. This craze wasn't ending any time soon. I didn't think it would. The sound of the door squeaking
With slow breaths, Lyons pulled away from Leah. He pulled up his underwear and pants, coming to stand before Leah who was a bit dazed. She bit her lips as her crotch burned. A mixture of pain and pleasure. She straightened her dress, wiping her lips clean. Lyons' gaze was flashed at her in such manner that set her on edge. With the way his brows were knotted, she wasn't sure if he was okay. But rather than query him on that, she kept quiet—returning his gaze. And then, he parted his lips. His brows relaxing a bit. "I'm disappointed at you." His icy blue eyes sparkled from nothing besides hate. Disgust. "Highly disappointed." He began to retreat, his eyes still on her. In one sleek move, he turned around, and left the apartment. Leah stood, gaping. He was disappointed? He was disappointed? What did he mean by that? She couldn't say she wasn't surprised. In fact the word 'surprise' was a huge understatement to what she felt now. He was disappointed at her? For opening her legs and
==Olivia== It takes a lot of trauma to make a person believe her captor means well for her. A saviour, if you may. That's Stockholm syndrome, in case you've forgotten…Stockholm… Was that what this was? Had I mistaken that for attraction? Love? So, all this while, I'd been sick in the head. What could I say though? I was...I was dimwitted. I'd been so intellectually incompetent that I hadn't seen the wrong in my feelings for Matteo. Or rather, I'd known that, but for some reason, I chose not to be bothered. For some fucking reason.It'd been confirmed. I was crazy. Not the good or funny kind of crazy, but the bothersome kind. The type that landed people in a mental institution. Staring blankly at the mirror, I brushed my hair. A plethora of emotions churned deep inside of me, all of which were negative. There was a part of me that couldn't make sense out of this whole thing. I mean, what I felt for Matteo was real. The emotions, they were strong. I knew how helter-skelter my heart
The sky sparkled, although not much was going on on it. Stationary clouds gave no alarm for a storm. For most parts of Fridgeton, this was the kind of night perfect for cookouts. Holly Creeks was anything but...holy. An out-of-town region on the eastern border, it was a ghostown having a head count of less than 50. It went without saying that not too many people paid it a visit. This, however, couldn't be said for a young man who zoomed out from the shadows. He couldn't be more than 18, even with his five foot two-ish height. He stopped to catch his breach, his hands clapsed on his knees. His shoulders heaved, as he pushed out breath noisly. His dreadlocks swinging as he did. Indeed jogging all the way from the subway to this place was an excerise reserved for the tough-hearted. It had been nothing less than twenty minutes. When he must have gotten himself, he resumed—taking a stroll this time. There weren't much buildings here. Again, that didn't come as a surprise. Bushes, howev
==Matteo==Work work work work. That had been my mantra for the past week. That was all I thought of. Consequently, there were no rooms for wishful thoughts, forbidden desires and of course the nightmares. What's more, my other self had gone on a long vacation—if not died. My mind was basically refreshed. However, something wrestled to remain stuck. Olivia and the thoughts she brought. Contrary to what one might believe, I hadn't been as lovestruck as I used to. Wait, did I just admit to… Fuck, shut up. Anyways, I wasn't all engrossed in her as I used to. I had gained control of my emotions, only letting thoughts about her seep in whenever I wanted such.We both hadn't seen each other since Dr. Joelle came—making it five days of non communication. I was cool with it now. I know so. I'd been frustrated with her not showing up for meals, but I'd come to realise that that was in fact in my favour. The girl just had something about her. I mean, I could summon her and she'd decide to clad
==Matteo==The building was actively burning, coughing out puffs upon puffs of smoke. I charged towards the entrance, not minding the sharp objects littered around and the bedlam around me. The fierce flames shooting out from the building did little to deter me. I dove forward and jostled into the building, coming to arrive at the lobby. The smoke was dense here. It went straight into my nose, irritating me. It hurt my lungs and I coughed. Hard. I looked around me. All i saw was destruction. Blinded by rage, I growled. The deep guttural sound leapt from the depth of my stomach. It was evidence of anger and hurt. Before I knew it, red covered my vision and I was pounding hard on someone. I held it by the neck and punched hard, deep into his face. I punched, vetting all my anger, all my bitterness on him until he bleed. That didn't make me stop. The sour smell of blood only irked me more, making me continue with the battery.Then, someone hit my back. I left the bleedy fucker and fac