I stood tense in the kitchen and listened to the noises of the door closing.
"Nick?"
Damn it, it really was Reese. Immediately our last meeting shot through my head.
Hussy.
Slut.
Whore.
I pinched my lips in a thin line and turned back to the laundry. I wouldn't let him drive me away again. Nick was my friend and I had every right to be here.
I listened carefully to his steps. I could tell exactly when Reese stepped into the kitchen and saw me on the clothes horse. It wasn't just the fading of the noises, it was almost like a dark aura that entered the room with him and tried to push me against the nearest wall. Anger. I could practically feel it.
But he didn't say anything, just stood silently in my back and that made me more nervous than if he had yelled at me straight away. Why didn't he say anything? I tried not to show my nervousness and just pulled the next item of laundry out of the basket. “I've already put the res
I ignored him and reached into the basket again, but before I could even touch the laundry, he had roughly grabbed my arm and pushed me towards the kitchen door. I stumbled and didn't fall because I could catch myself on the sofa. I hit my leg in the process, but the pain in my arm was much worse. Reese had hit the exact same spot where Nick grabbed me yesterday morning. There was a bruise on my skin there and it fucking hurt when he pressed there."And now finally get out of here and don't be seen here anymore!"I didn't think I was as angry with another person as I was at this moment in my life. No matter what kind of problems he had, it didn't give him the right to talk to me like that and that's why there was only one thing I could say back. "No."Reese blinked once, as if he couldn't believe what I'd just said of myself. "What did you say?""I said no. Nick wants me here and I won't go until he demands it. ”I straightened up and glared at him.
It's not that bad," mumbled Nick and rolled over on his back, yawning. I ignored Reese when Nick held out his hand to me. With the smile on his face, he seemed just the same again - nothing reminded of Mr. Who and the meat fork. Smiling, I ran across the room and sat down on the mattress with him. "How are you?" "Now that you're sitting next to me, better." That was really cute. "And your arm?" "I'll get him his painkillers," Reese announced and then disappeared from the doorway with one last hostile look at me. Nick looked after him thoughtfully. "He is angry." “Can you blame him? He was right, I shouldn't have just left the door open. " He turned his head so he could look me in the face. "Did I understand that correctly? You took out the garbage? " "I've cleaned up." "Where? Here?" "Well, the apartment." I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. "Just cleaned up a little." "Why?" Hm, an honest answer might
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Mommy, when will you have cake?" I tugged at her dress when she didn't react immediately to show her that I was getting impatient. "I'm hungry for cake."She stopped washing the glass under the clear water in the sink and smiled down at me. With her blonde hair she looked like an angel. Yes, my mommy was an angel. "It'll take a moment, Grace.""How long is a moment?"“As soon as I'm done here, I have to set the table. But don't worry, I'll call you then. Go play in the garden while you are. "Hm, but I didn't want to play in the garden at all. I had played in the garden with Wynn all day, now I wanted my birthday cake. "But then I'll still starve."She screwed up her eyes critically and played and pursed her lips a little while she looked me up and down in my yellow summer dress. It was my birthday dress that we had specially called for today. I got a new dress every birthday. "You're right," she said thoughtfully. “My poor darling is o
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.............Come on!” Bay cheered the drooling beast. "Show me what you can!"The crane, an Ursus prole, with the colors of the rising sun, crept around its victim, growling. He kept his eyes on the young, blond man's small handgun. He had learned in the years of his imprisonment. He knew how dangerous this thing was, that it meant pain. But he was hungry, so very hungry. And sometimes he even managed to grab a bite before the pain came.Sometimes.His huge paws made no sound on the soft sand as he crept around his victim. He wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted or the pain came, sending him twitching to the ground. He wouldn't stop until his hunger was satisfied.His narrow skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of his head was dark as the shadows of the night, just like his watchful eyes. The black color ran from the head over the chest down to the stomach and then gradually turned into the orange-red, long fur, whic