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IRENE TWENTY-FIVE
25: je te laisserai des mots. Regina screamed. Her eyes were watery. Red and the little mascara she had put on before she left for the hospital smeared around her eyes. Veins protruded through her forehead and if you asked her, it felt like she had forks bashing into her temples— —and merely holding Denver’s hands could only do so little. She looked into his reaffirming eyes and it showed, deep down he too was scared. “You have to push harder” The doctor’s voice shriveled without any understanding of what she might have been going through. Yet, Regina was somewhat gentle with the push, thinking not to yeet the baby across from the room. Tyler’s birth was nothing like this. And she knew even before that this was not a normal baby. Especially after carrying it for ten months through pain and an unimaginable amount of braxto
IRENE TWENTY-SIX
26: it's sad to dream. "Peter" He had fallen to the ground behind the car and Zach remembered running. Running towards him, the person that he could not see. It felt real. The moment the hands of his mother held him back had also felt real. And he pushed forward, bound within her clasp to escape. But he couldn't. He was only four, with almost no physical strength. Just the stubbornness that kept him pushing. And he begun to scream, to cry because he couldn't even see Peter again. "Shh" His mother whispered into his ears. "It's going to be just fine" She added. NOW Zach closed the door behind him and once he did, he plunged himself towards the counter. More of a cabinet that was behind the mirror. This certain cabinets had held his medications, most of which he didn't even know of what use they were. Fine, he knew about his h
IRENE TWENTY-SEVEN
27: if you can hold on, hold on.“If you really love him, half as much as claim to—”“This random perfect stranger that’s all made up in your head, is not the person here. It’s not Zach” Katharina had let the echoes of her whisper get to her as she ran through the fields.The echoes of no other than, Regina. His mother.“Both of you are bad for each other. Look what happened, a moment away from me. Look at the news, where is your mother? Look at him” She said. “What was the grand plan?” Reggie threw questions at her as she cupped her chin to look down.“I don’t know”“That is it, there is no grand plan. The truth is both of you bring out the worst in each other, so if you love him half as much as you claim to, you’ll
IRENE TWENTY-EIGHT
28: how did we end up here?It was almost empty.Like an abandoned building, it actually was. Till Nick moved in. Katharina had remembered how she felt once he opened the door to her.Her eyes narrowed at the cottage with tall, holed roof that she began to imagine how much of a mess it was every time it rained. She halted, cupping her chin from looking above and then her gaze fell on Nick. He introduced himself that moment.And she did the same. “Hi” She whispered.“I’m Katharina” She added and he reluctantly took a step backward, taken aback by this stranger. And he stared in silence for a moment. She did the same.And she noticed how sick he looked. Anorexically lean in his puffed jacket and oversized pants. He had a cap tilted to the back of his head. She noticed his size from his bare neck. And he had lost some hair, perhaps
IRENE TWENTY NINE
29: time will tell.You know, for the rest of their lives. Both Zachary Dempsey and Katharina Stones——they would always have to wonder, was the sole of their connection to do something good as help or save themselves, or something worse as murder.It all depended on the perspective they’d choose to see it. And was their destiny just kill.They would soon find out, in what would not only be their flop era, but also a tumultuous life moving forward. And alas, will they then wish that they had never met each other? Only a matter of time.Le temps nous le dira.*TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIERHer hair stood on its edge as the sound of the sirens drew closer. She couldn’t believe it, in a moment of a panic attack——that s
IRENE THIRTY
30: moving forward.NOWThe line connected and he heard a voice from the other line. "Hi, i'm Zachary Dempsey. And i have information regarding the death of Michael Stones and his daughter whom you have in South Jail—"He heaved his breath, speaking in his lowest tone so that Regina could not pick up the sound of his voice. "What exactly do you know?" He could hear the sound of typing keys on a board and he sighed.It showed how desperate they were for a lead, especially since they already had Katharina and she, for as far as they knew, wasn’t going to say a word."Katharina Stones" He made it clear that he wasn't done. "You have the wrong person, because she didn't kill that man. And she most definitely didn't burn down his building" Zachary said."I did. On Monday the 12th of July. It was a crisp night and he deserved to die. Trust me" There was
IRENE THIRTY-ONE
31: two villains. You see there’s something i saw somewhere. A villain or a hero. There’s really not much difference. Because we all have blood on our hands. At least they both did. Both Zachary and Kat. So maybe there was no even hero amongst them. Just villains, desperate for each other. RENNÉ, PARIS. As soon as they drove into the town, Zachary was hit with the familiar scent of Paris. And the sights and towers of which he admired. He clung to the side of the windows like a hungry dog to a fleshy bone and his pupils dilated at the sight. Nostalgia burst inside of him and he couldn’t even tell why he was this excited. Perhaps it was because he would finally get to see Amy again. And he knew the last time he had left, it wasn’t on good terms. And he feared that merely the voi
IRENE THIRTY-TWO
33: give me a day, or two.Amy made her way to her house. She stopped once shed come out of the alley and halted to rake a breath. Looking around, she acknowledged the beauty that this particular city held.And how she was going to leave it all behind.+“Terrence” Her aunt called as she made her way through the door and unto the stairway. For some reason, she didn’t find it weird calling the last name they both shared.Sometimes it was Terrence, or Tee. And from her uncle, Terry. Through the past months since she left her parents, she was insured in their hands. And though, Amy never missed her parents, she often felt she had to. She was obliged to.Perhaps the reason she didn’t was their pathetic attempt to get rid of Sally.She looked back to Mrs Terrence, or simp
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