Lesley groaned painfully from the sudden throbbing in her head as soon as she woke up, the effect of the few glasses of alcohol she drank last night. She doesn't feel like getting up with how heavy her body feels until something suddenly occurs to her. She sprang up, sharply inhaling while covering her mouth with both hands. Her eyes widened in disbelief, recalling the events of last night."No... No, no, no!"She grabbed her hair and shook her head, wishing it was a dream.'What have I done?!'She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lips. She bent until her forehead touched her knees, burying her face in shame. If only the ground would swallow her right now. How will she deal with Kieran now? She doesn't even know if she still has a face to show him after her actions last night. "Lesley, are you awake?"Her breathing hitched when she heard the voice of the last man she wanted to see today. Her face lost its complexion as she looked towards the door.She remembered that Kieran pro
Lesley stared intently at him for a few seconds before sighing heavily. "Fine," she finally agreed, walking to a table nearby. And then she started to put her things away. "Instead of moving on with each other, I messed with your mind again," she murmured, then looked straight at him. "This is my fault. I'm sorry.""No. It's not your fault!" He exclaimed, shaking his head. "It was me. I did this. If I hadn't asked you for that one last kiss, last night wouldn't have happened."She paused, frowning at him. "What are you implying?""I made you feel something in that kiss, and you can't forget me," he answered so casually.Lesley scoffed, shaking her head. "I don't even know what to say. Can you stop assuming?"He walked to her, slightly bending down to put his mouth closer to her ears. "You miss me… And you want me…."Lesley stepped back and glared at him. If only those stares could cut him, he would be in pieces."I'm being serious," he immediately said while holding back a grin. "But
"Why are we here on my bed? There's a table," Lesley calmly asked Kieran, who was comfortably eating on top of her bed, positioning himself in the middle while she was at the end as if she was the guest and he owned the space."Because eating is better when done in bed," he answered with a meaningful smile.Lesley understood the double meaning in his statement. She stared at his face flatly, initially wanting to refute him, but she decided just to ignore him. "Besides, this is where we used to eat. It's more comfortable. I promise I won't make a mess," Kieran added.She sighed. She agreed to talk to him tonight about their relationship, especially those things she said and acted when she was drunk.But is this the right decision, biting Kieran’s bait and letting him into her room?She stared at the tray of food resting on her lap for a few seconds and then at Kieran's food. She frowned, shifting her gaze to Kieran’s face."Anything wrong? Don't you like it?" he asked."I'm just wonder
Lesley can hear her heart beating loudly inside her chest. Her palms clenched in nervousness as they stared into each other's eyes."I… I got very angry with you, and I was bitter… But I still love you..."She saw his face getting redder. She could feel herself slowly being swallowed by his gaze that seemed to penetrate deep inside her."How about the things you said before I left?" he asked in his low and deep voice. "Do you want me?"She slightly raised his eyebrows at this and pursed her lips."What do you mean?" she asked nervously.The atmosphere is getting hotter. She knew what he was talking about. But it was too embarrassing to admit now without the alcohol in her system."You remember it, right? Everything you said... and what we almost did here in your room," He brought his face closer to hers. "Lesley, tell me honestly... Do you want me inside you?"Lesley can hear the loud beating inside her chest as if she will have a heart attack at any moment. Only one person has the ab
Lesley could hear the sound of her heart beating wildly as the beautiful secretary opened the door to an office. The door opened like they were in slow motion as she held her breath. What took the secretary three seconds was like a minute to her. Here it is. Her very first job interview. "Are you sure you're ready?" the secretary asked, bothered by her pale face. She took a deep breath then looked at the secretary enthusiastically. "Yes!" she answered. But in reality, her chest is about to explode. The secretary sweetly smiled at her, and it gave her courage. The woman's smile is as beautiful as her face, she thought. "Okay, good luck!" the woman said and then politely pointed to the open door. "You can go in." "Thank you!" She slightly bowed her head to the kind woman then went ahead and walked into the office of the person who would dictate if she still has a house to return to. This manager, whoever he is, must hire her because her mother would throw her out of their house
"Mr. Alonzo, I'm here." Her deep thought was interrupted by the person who had just come in. She looked at the door behind and saw an old woman with a red pixie cut hair and large eyeglasses. The old lady's red and long skirt was bright in color, and her tucked-in white polo shirt was uncluttered. The old woman's tall stature was emphasized by her black heels, which were four inches high. Her pearl necklace and earrings were also striking. One of the old woman's thin eyebrows rose at her sight and scornfully looked at her from head to toe. Lines drew on the old woman's forehead, and the veins in her neck protruded. She gulped. The person was intimidating from head to toe. She had not done anything yet, but it seemed like she was already guilty of something because of how sharp the woman's stare was. "You're scaring her, Kali," said Mr. Alonzo, who stopped the woman's deadly stare at her. "Lesley, please meet your supervisor, Mrs. Dapit." "This is a joke, right?" the old woman, wh
When you think of a mental hospital, you expect it to be a home to people with mental illness. People whose minds have given up because they can no longer cope with life's stresses or mental diseases that are already etched in their DNA have entirely taken over their brains. It makes you wonder what the limitation of one's brain is or how strong a person is to endure traumas, heartaches, and depression. So when Lesley entered the room with the red door, the first question that came to her mind was, what did this person go through to get into this situation? Because in front of her is the boy behind the red door, quietly sitting on the floor with his back against the white wall and in chains. She hovered her eyes over the entirety of the person called V-03. The person's feet and hands were chained. His almost r****h-like skin was so white and pale that it was nearly the same color as his white shirt. His long black hair covered his mysterious face, but she could see his eyes as blac
She became sullen because of what she heard. She will be the nanny of one of the most dangerous patients in this Asylum. Now she knows why Mrs. Dapit and Mr. Alonzo said those things earlier. This is too dangerous for a girl like her. What if the madman in front of them gets moody and then gets out of the chains? What if he hypnotizes her and makes her cross the yellow line? If it is true that he can do that, what will happen to her? "I'll give you until tomorrow to think about it," said Mrs. Dapit, pulling her from her reverie. "Again, I want you to think about this carefully." Mrs. Dapit opened the white folder she had been holding and handed her a document. "Here's your contract." She carefully took it from Mrs. Dapit's hand. "In case of your sudden or untimely death here, your family will be well compensated. We will also shoulder your funeral expenses. You can double-check it if you want. It's on page 5," Mrs. Dapit casually explained, like her death was just another busine