Dinner is a silent disaster. After Brett started crying once more in my arms I sort of traded him to cook. It was funny how a total stranger was the first to act like a wife in this house I call mine. And worse thing is she even looked the part.
When I first saw Shantel, I didn't take her for a simple mom who cooks. Well she was cooking in a skimpy dress, in front of my husband so she's not really simple. Now what's bothering me is what she wants exactly and she was shirtless the first time I spoke to her, on my husband's phone to be exact. Their relationship doesn't seem romantic as such but I can't shake off the feeling of there being more between them and I hate it.Currently, she's feeding another one of her kids. His about two years old and very adorable with his big brown eyes and cute baby face. The three little children all look like they either came from somewhere in Asia, Russia and the smallest looks somewhat Samoan. But the one that's got me thinking isI want to die.This part of my life isn't something I'm willing to walk through once more and as I stared at my therapist seated looking at me expectant, I relent and let out a tired sigh. We had been meeting since the kidnapping, my parents death and everything that had happened to me within the course of last year. Pulling at the sleeves of my jersey, I looked up at her as a tear escaped me for reliving what happened to me hurt and what hurt more is that, the man had the same striking features as the man I love but choose to not be with."Thea, you can trust me," Ashley Baker, my therapist said, waiting for me to narrate the story of my brokenness.Taking in a deep breath, I opened my mouth and traveled back to that day I woke up next to the demon that raised my husband."....... I was so confused. I-i didn't know what was it I was to do. He then started feeding me lies of our life together and how I got married to him. For about a week I believed him and he kept our relationship re
THEAWhen I was watching the series Nikita, escaping seemed like something so easily done. I of course remembering that she had broken a bone in order to twist her hand out of the cuffs, tried to do the same, forgetting I was tied to a chair with rope and not hand cuffs. Pathetic I know. After murdering mucho, stinky dragged his body away leaving a trail of blood on the metallic floors of this Airbus. This thing was huge and I could tell we were here illegally as most of the contents occupying the space in here looked like cargo. I was tied closest to the back door, in the center. I couldn't see much from here as a lot of stuff was obstructing my view so I didn't know where they took muchos body. The distinct sound of footsteps approaching made me seat up and compose myself. I was trying to bit into the rope, though as you know teeth can't cut into rope, thus I'm still stuck here. Schneider appeared a second later holding a bowl and grimacing down at it."Boss said you should eat,
THEA.The slow and smooth rumble of an engine working slowly drew me out of unconsciousness to a reality I swear I didn't want to live in. When my eyes opened, what first came into view was an empty crate, painted a murky green colour that resembles puke. Or maybe it's just me who wants to puke. My tummy churned and the emptiness of it there of made the nauseous feeling more portent.I gagged, but couldn't dispose the hot disgusting air that wanted to escape my body because of the dirty cloth covering my mouth. "She's awake!" A man shouted from wherever, in a language I knew so well. "Good..." Another said in the same tongue in a more slimy manner that it made my body erupt in goosebumps of disgust."She's Verlice's bitch, don't even think about it," a more gruff and commanding voice spoke now, silencing the two other men. The stack of crates In front of me moved a second later and I found myself staring at a hideous face. The man had only one eye working, the other was completely
HERMANThe room was filled with stunned silence as both of them expected me to scream, cough out blood or just simply show signs of pain and death. Instead, I smiled. That seemed to shock them both back to our current reality."I'm glad you've gotten that off your chest," I commented, calmly."What the hell Ricardo?!" My sister exclaimed shoving him. He dropped the gun looking like he'd just seen a ghost and I laughed."What? Did you really think killing me would be that easy?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You should ask your sister. She doesn't call me Diablo for nothing." I lifted my hand and started checking my nails."This....how....this is impossible. How are you not dead?!" He sounded frustrated."Are you seriously asking that?! You almost murdered my brother in cold blood! In my fucking house!" She hit him on the arm. The sight made me smile. Grace hardly got moved so seeing her get angry over losing me was a heart warming sight."Grace it's okay," I said, getting up to stop he
Date: 11th August 2022Time: 9:30 P.M - 10:50 P.MThe date and time at the corner got me thinking as I watched the gruesome video that was somehow familiar. A masked man walked in and spoke. "I want them all dead!" He commanded his men and they started killing everyone after some sort of argument. My parents remained on the couch as still as statues. The movements of the masked man looked forced and with the way he spoke, he sounded like he was trying to hard.I watched the video intently not blinking even when my parents were shot dead. The man was talking too much and how he moved wasn't the way my husband moves. I could see the difference really clear and the date on the screen makes Herman's involvement in the matter rather off. I believe we got married on the seventh because when I had checked my cellphone that day Herman had forcefully undressed me at my parents house, it was the eighth. And if we left a few hours later into the night, I'm sure by the eleventh I was in NYC."T
HERMANLeaving her that morning was the hardest thing I had done in my entire life. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful and I had this aching feeling inside me telling me I'd never see her again. But, it's because of me she's in danger. So it's only fair if I die than risk losing her as well. Walking out of the room I walk into the living room area to where my men where all gathered waiting. I had to suit up in my body amor while we spoke. The flight was already set for tonight but I had to meet up with Ricardo before I do anything else. He's probably already seen the footage and carrying out with the funeral preparations. After getting dressed in my body amor, a black Long sleeved shirt, bullet proof vest. Black cargo pants, gun and knives, hoisters. Black boots with more throwing knives inside, and my revolver.When I was done, I had at least thirty two weapons on me and I didn't give a fuck about airport protocols. Besides, I own this whole city. Smirking, I grabbed my friend Jul