Author's P.O.VThere are things in the world that change drastically over time, some change for good and some for bad. Some people might have trouble being aware of these changes. Alexander was one of them.The roads were filled with silence. He decided to drive today; he dismissed the driver and took the car keys, driving out of his office. He took a glance at his watch. The time read 3:45 p.m. He had to go somewhere with Adrian before going back to his house so he dropped off Adrian at his place and started to drive again. After dropping off Adrian, he had to take a different route since Adrian lived near the woods, the same as Alexander but the area Adrian chose was quiet as he liked silence.The day was long and he wanted nothing but to go home early and rest till dinner.His mind wondered about last night's incident. It made his blood boil with anger. Even though he enjoyed his moments with Emma. But at the same time, he could not help but feel anger towards her for disobeying hi
Author's P.O.VAlexander walked into his room and shut the door behind him before loosening his tie and sitting on the bed. He took a wine glass from the nightstand and poured a drink for himself. As he brought the glass to his lips to take a sip, his eyes stared into a distance and his mind wandered off elsewhere. Wandering around. Going back to that place was a mistake, unintentionally or not. Never had he let his past take over him. He loathed it. He gripped the glass firmly. His jaw moved back and forth as he was boiling with anger. With one swift movement, he pulled his hand up in the air and threw the glass on the floor with all his strength. His eyes were locked on the shiny marble floor for a couple of minutes. The glass lay shattered on the floor, but his eyes did not move from their stable position. His breathing was not steady as he was filled with rage. He stood up and walked towards his walk-in closet; he pushed the pile of his clothes aside, looking for something in the
12th March 2008Walking out of the classroom, he quickly noticed all the eyes on him, staring oddly. He never liked people staring at him. He was at the school for over a year before he was homeschooled. No one ever really bothered him much but he despised the gossip that whirled throughout the campus.He opened his locker and put his stuff in there. The hall was crowded, as usual, it was the last period so everyone was waiting for their respective classes. He was not a loner, he just never liked anyone. He liked being alone despite not being in any group of teenagers who consider themselves "best friends". He scoffed at the thought of it. He smelled how fake they were which only further increased his disliking of the people around him. A hand slammed onto his locker and shut it with a loud thud. He looked to his side and saw a person standing beside him, towering over him, even though he was as tall as the jock. He looked like someone who plays basketball or some sport."Oh hey! Isn'
The room was encompassed by darkness. The room was soundproof; no sound could enter the room from the outside or leave it. It had a few metal tables and a few chairs.Opening his eyes, the young man could see nothing but darkness floating around him. He was confused as to where he was and afraid of why he could be there. He tried to move his hand but only to find that he was restrained by the rope that was tightly knotted around his wrists. He began to panic and struggled to try and loosen the tight thick rope. His heart began to sink when he realized it was not helping. He was stuck in that dark room. He opened his mouth to scream only to be stopped by the dryness of his throat. He needed water. He started to breathe heavily and his body was shaking with both fear and the coldness of the room."Please help me." He whispered more likely to himself. Because his voice could not be heard by a single soul. He was thinking about who could do this to him. Was he kidnapped? The last thing he
Emma's hands were shaking with fear and a few drops of sweat were running down her forehead. She put the book down unable to read any further. Millions of questions were running through her mind. Why were these types of things written in that book? Was it real? Did the boy die? Worst of all, was it her Master who did all this?It did not look like a book. The letters were not printed. They were handwritten, meaning that someone had written. But who could this person be? How could they have written such horrible things?Hesitantly, she picked up the book again and began to read.**********"Please don't hurt me. I will never do this to any kid ever again." Jonas begged but none of his words affect his capturer, who called himself the "devil". That he sure seemed like."I do not like lies, Jonas. The moment I let you out of this basement. You will go to school tomorrow morning and repeat your daily routine. How can I trust you, Jonas?" He mockingly asked the kid."Please, believe me." H
"Enjoying the view?"She gasped and looked behind her and saw Alexander standing there with his arms crossed on his chest. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and black trousers. She immediately looked down, to avoid staring at him. Emma did not want him to think she was gawking at him, even though he looked handsome in his casual clothes with his hair slightly pushed back. She took a deep breath and took a step forward to walk past him. But, he grabbed her hand and stopped her.Her heart started to race, but she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths."I didn't tell you to go, did I?" He asked in a low voice. She shook her head and whispered."No, master." He hummed in response and pulled her close to himself, smashing her back to him. His hands were wrapped around her as he rested his chin on her shoulder.Her body started to shake, feeling him so close to her. Her soft petite body was pressed onto his rock-hard physique. She wanted to tell him to get away from her since she was de
2nd January 1998.He was sitting on his bed with the yellow RC toy car that he received as a gift by his side. Children his age love toys like that and would play with their RC cars and helicopters all day long. But he was not like the other kids. He never felt the need or want for toys or stuffed animals. The toy car that was beside him was still inside the cardboard toy box it came in. He didn't even open it. His eyes were locked on the marble mosaic floor, but his mind was elsewhere. But where? What could an eight-year-old child possibly be thinking about so intensely?Arabelle walked inside the little boy's room with a big smile on her face, but it faded away when she noticed his gloomy mood and glanced at the toy that was untouched.She hesitantly walked in and sat next to him. He was so occupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice her entering the room. She put her hand on his shoulder."Are you okay sweetie?" she asked gently. The little boy came back to reality as he heard
21st June 1998It had been six months since the boys were with Arabelle. She was taking good care of them, feeding them on time, buying them new clothes and toys. The most cheerful between them was the precious Li. He would always smile every time he would see Arabelle. It filled her heart with extreme joy. She loved him dearly, in fact, she loved both of them dearly. Li's older brother was the quiet one, he did not speak much to anyone in the house, not even to Arabelle unless she spoke first. Now, Arabelle and the two kids were sitting on the couch of the two kids' bedroom, playing with Li. She peeked over her shoulder and saw the older kid sitting on his bed, staring outside the window. It was almost like he was staring at nothingness. His eyes were always so blank, it was hard to read what was in his eyes. At this age, he was supposed to be cheerful and full of life, not scared and distressed. But, it was not frighting that he felt. It was something else, something Arabelle could