“…but how can you be so sure that he won’t press charges after what you did?”
“I’ll go and speak to him tomorrow.” Wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants, Will closed the door behind him.
It was already almost midnight when they decided to climb to Una’s bed after finishing a tub of ice cream and a Chaplin movie. It had been a long and exhausting day for both of them, but most especially for Will
Will woke up on a couch in a corner with a mild headache, his hands shackled together while his feet were chained to the floor by his left ankle. He blinked and realized where he was―a concrete room that smelled of bleach, which was too familiar for him.
Liezel half-opened her eyes with a heavy pounding and a few stinging sensations up and down her body from being stretched out for several hours. When she gained full consciousness, she felt her heart leap out of her chest when her eyes landed on the fire burning hungrily inside the cremation chamber. Her breath shook with fear.
Una opened her eyes and shot up into a sitting position on the bed. She blinked, taking in the unknown surroundings, eyes glazed in momentary disorientation. The intense pounding of her heart echoed through the stillness of the room as her mind began to fight the terrifying realization of her situation.Sweat trickled d
Una never thought she’d end up being held captiveagainand by someone she trusted and learned to actually care for this time. She stared at the ceiling, wondering how long Will had intended to keep her. She sighed and shut her eyes close.It had been more than a week since she learned about Wil
The following day, Una woke up midday with an initial relief that was quickly weighed down by panic and desperation. She was curled up on the side of the bed. The pillow was wet and her eyes were swollen and dry.As days went on, her bruises and the rest of her injuries had considerably gotten better. But the mental str
Days rolled by since Will’s not-so-little confession and things between him and Una had been nothing but a glance from him and silent treatment from her. Every so often, when he came to bring her food or let her shower in the bathroom, she would sigh loudly and act indignant, but she didn’t give him the satisfaction of actually looking at him.
Will had woken up earlier than usual. It was one of those cold mornings which he had slowly grown accustomed to, but beads of sweat covered his forehead. He sat up on the couch where he’d been sleeping for the past month. He sat there for a minute to allow himself to shake away the horrors of dreaming his own death.
Una had been awake and listening to her stomach growl for hours. With her enclosed windows, she had already lost a sense of time. The chirping birds she heard weren’t helping either. They could be chirping for something else and not the time.But do birds tell you the time by chirping?A light knock