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Sociopath in Love 6
Chapter 6. Night incident and Doctor Stern- Leah! - exclaimed a girl in a bright yellow windbreaker, from under which the edge of a red skirt and dark blue tights stuck out. She ran towards me, smiling from ear to ear, sparkling with gapped teeth due to fallen incisors.I wanted to say hello and ask about Diana, but the words got stuck in my throat. I couldn’t even squeeze out a sound, I was as if I was numb. And she, continuing to smile, spun in place like a brand new top; I was also waiting for Diana, but with much more impatience than me.- Why is she late again? - Marie lisped indignantly. She was hiding something in the bulging pocket of her windbreaker, not letting the object out of her fist for a second. Suddenly she raised her free hand and waved it vigorously above her head.Our friend was walking along a pedestrian crossing along with a crowd of adults. As usual, she was dressed in a fluffy pink dress with airy puffed sleeves, her light wheat hair was tied up with snow-whit
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Outside the window, silhouettes of thick tree trunks filtered through the cloudy haze. Their branches, strewn with still green leaves, were hidden in thick fog. That's why they looked like crude sketches on the canvas of a tired artist. And they evoked a light and pleasant melancholy.- Leah, stop meditating over the mug, how long can I call you? The floors won’t wash themselves,” Kayla’s indignant exclamation was heard from the second floor.“Yes, I’m aware,” Leah muttered quietly under her breath. She threw a cup into the sink and, shuffling loudly with her slippers, headed towards the voice.Mother had already been up in arms with her spring cleaning for about three hours. Her father was put to work putting things in order in the cellar, and Leah was tasked with cleaning the dinnerware and all the floors on the second floor, including the turret of the third. The spinning top itself rushed around the whole house, wiping every crack, every corner, as if they had not moved in three w
Sociopath in Love 7
Chapter 7. Moving AgainCool autumn gusts of wind blew across my face, ruffled my dry, tangled hair and carried the smell of the sea.Leaning on the windowsill, Leah leaned out into the street. She examined the neighbor's window with slightly watery eyes, wondering to herself what was hidden behind the thick curtains. The wooden frame, covered with a thick layer of white paint, had small cracks in the corners with dust settled in them. And the glass itself, washed by frequent rains, became covered in dirty stains.Even if we assume that this is the window of Neil’s room, is it worth informing him of your imminent departure?On the one hand, he showed obvious interest and a desire to get closer, and on the other, his interest, especially after the night invasion, felt somehow strange and even frightening to her. But at the same moment she herself did not want to move away. At least for now. While this slight clouding of reason called “attraction to a mysterious neighbor” was simmering
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“Hey, sugar,” Marcus caught her windbreaker by the hood and stopped her. - Don’t you want to say goodbye normally? We'll be back next time in a week.- Not in a month and not in a year, which is not bad.“I would be surprised if you said something nice,” Kayla grinned irritably. She was still sitting in the car with the window down. Then she sighed sadly and added: “Try not to get into trouble.” Study, go through the procedures and call us at least sometimes. We didn’t buy you a cell phone so that it would lie empty at the bottom of your bag.- Yeah, I understand.“Make friends there and have a good time,” the father whispered in her ear and patted Leah on the head, ruffling her hair.After listening to all the instructions, she was able to approach the unlocked gate, which opened with a nasty grinding sound. However, having stepped onto the territory of the sanatorium, Leah still turned around and looked over her shoulder at her parents.Marcus was already standing near the driver's
Sociopath in Love 8
My throat was sore. Just the day before, she swallowed a cactus densely strewn with sharp needles that mercilessly tore the entire delicate mucous membrane of the pharynx. And all attempts to accumulate saliva in order to at least a little moisten and drown out the bad sensations were in vain. Even the stiff tongue did not want to move.She rose from the bed, sleepily looking at the unfamiliar surroundings around her. And with quiet, apathetic discontent, she remembered where she was and how she got here. Now the only question troubling her was: where to get water?After searching through the bedside tables and the empty mini-fridge on the windowsill, Leah went to the phone hanging on the wall. Next to it, on a large A4 sheet, was a printed table with the subtitle: “Daily routine.”The very first point: “8:00 – Wake up” made me wince. For her, waking up so early is an unearthly torment. And for several months it will seem like hell. However, the line with breakfast appeared only an ho
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"Jerk. I take back my words so that you choke.”Taking a napkin, Leah removed the stuck rice from her face and defiantly moved to the edge of the table. I was able to force myself to stuff only a vegetable salad into myself: after what I saw, I had absolutely no appetite left. Her would-be savior also chomped irritatingly under her ear.She stood up, silently watching as the guy, having come to his senses, stole a plate with a cutlet from her tray, and then headed to the point for returning dirty dishes.“Are there any restrictions on the number of dishes taken? Although, most likely, this is some kind of quirk of his. It’s not for nothing that the sanatorium has a psychiatric orientation, everyone here, one way or another, is out of sorts,” before reaching the door, Leah stopped near the window and, slightly pushing back the tulle, looked out into the street.Just after passing the gate, two people walked along the road leading to the main entrance, shoulder to shoulder.She immediat
Sociopath in Love 9
Almost eight years have passed. Annalia graduated from university and got a job in the office of a large restaurant chain as a lawyer's secretary. And while she worked under the guidance of a close relative, her life proceeded quietly and peacefully. But no happiness lasts forever, and a light streak is certainly followed by a dark one. Their company is taken over by a conglomerate. And with a change of leadership comes new orders. Before Annalia could blink an eye, she had already become the personal assistant of the executive director - a young and handsome man who clearly intended to turn her life inside out.Large flakes of snow fell on the windshield. They were picked up by brushes that swept away everything in their path, swinging rhythmically like the pendulum of a metronome. And in the warm light of the street lamps, the snowflakes stretched out into shimmering ribbons and gradually fell to the ground like a motley tulle that dissolved upon touching the stone tiles turning bla
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She filled her palms with ice water, pressed them to her face and froze. A pleasant coolness slid from the temples along the spine to the bare shins, covered with goose bumps. Nothing invigorated her in the morning like a contrast shower, but she didn’t have the time or energy for it today. And the day was already long and terribly tiring.Opening the door of the wall cabinet, Annelle took out a container with colored lenses and, with a movement perfected to the point of automaticity, placed one on the eyeball. She blinked her eyes and looked appraisingly at her reflection. From the other side of the mirror, a shaggy-haired maiden with sky-blue eyes, which wonderfully set off the purple circles under them, looked at her.However, for a person who had slept only two hours in the last 24 hours, she still looked good. Just think, the face is sallow in color and the look is drowsy, which has never happened to anyone. Small details that can be easily covered by makeup.It took her half an
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