MasukRichard hesitated, his long golden hair falling down his face as he withdrew. Jason hunched over, coughing as he tried catching his breath, he had this annoying victorious look that irked me to no ends. Richard stepped backwards, his head bowed in defeat. He glanced at me, desperately trying to force a genuine smile that never reached his eyes. I clenched my fists, anger brewing in chest. "Who said i'd mind. In fact, i was never here...so let him do as he pleases." - I shook my head, speaking in a cold, frosty tone. I had had enough of Jason, getting rid of him was a better solution - it was like a 'Kill one,end one free',how could i ever afford to pass out on a good deal. Richard shot me a look, a creepy smile curled on his lips. His green eyes shone with a mesmerizing light and somehow,i found it extremely contagious. I bit down my lip, trying so hard not to smile in t
I pulled up in a safe distance away, my eyes lingering on Richard's figure as he disappeared into an uncompleted high rise building,the chilling breeze tousling his black coat. I stayed put in my car for a few minutes, giving Richard a head start. Then i hopped out, quietly following his trail. Thin beads of sweat fell down my face, my knees aching as i climbed up the flight of stairs, i held on to the rusty stair railings for support. Panting as i tried catching my breath,i placed my hands over my eyes, mentally counting how many more steps I'd have to climb. I bit down my lip, determination soaring in my heart - Giving up wasn't an option, afterall, I'd come a long way. I patted my chest, sucking it up as i continued my exhausting climb up the stairs, finally reaching the small door that led to the rooftop. "How long does Mr Will wish to hide the truth?".
" Let's get a divorce!" The wind blew... and there was a thick veil of silence between us. Richard buried his hands in his pockets, his eyes no longer resting on me but on the vast sea. "The sea looks beautiful today.... it's like it's shimmering under the sun's rays. We should go to the beach someday." - He gave a warm smile, his eyes squinting. "Don't change the topic." - I spoke coolly. "Richard, let's get a divorce." - I repeated my earlier words calmly. Richard bowed his head, his long blonde hair falling down his gorgeous features. He remained like that for a moment, every moment felt strained and increasingly tensed, i almost couldn't breath. "Why?!" - He asked hoarsely. I felt stunned, ever since we got 'married'.... R
I walked, dressed in an all black outfit. The haunting melody of my heels clicking against the white tiled floors echoed in the hall. I remembered visiting the police station once- the experience was half as pleasant. I sat on a chair, staring at the transparent glass - Irina glared at me as she sat on the other end. She looked haggard, her skin pale, wearing the same old smug pride. I picked up the telephone on my end, watching her pick up hers as she brought it close to her ears. "Have prison been treating you well?." Irina raised a brow at me, her lips pursed in a thin line as she offered no response. I smiled - She had always been the type of person to cry only when she has seen the coffin. "I heard your trial is just a few days away..... and i was wondering, if you were already getting adjusted to your new environmen
News about Camille's death spread fast and soon after...her body was found. It was actually Richard's idea to place it in a very common place and that kind of made sense..... Somewhat. The gory news had the entire citizens in an uproar, some already fearing the worst. But trust the police department to give out a well, curated speech about how they're on the case and also promising that the citizens' safety was their upmost priority. Though they didn't give out the news about the killer... according to them, they're still in the middle of investigating and the culprit was yet to be determined. Detective Davis had already told me about Camille's autopsy and his suspicions about it being related to my parents mother, citing that both DNA results collected at the time, matched up perfectly. Meaning that there was a definite culprit, but that was also under thorough scrutiny. He wouldn't say any more than that , which wasn't strange given his usual tight-lipped nature. I stared a
"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added. The traffic lights turned green and i smiled coldly. " What can i say about it......?." - I mused softly . " Unfortunately nothing." " As i had said earlier, i'm just a citizen with a right sense of justice. And i can only achieve that justice by aiding your work, Detective Davis. I already think that i'm on the right path, if i truly wanted to diverge...i would have done things my way from the start." - I spoke humorlessly. Detective Davis exhaled







