Nineteen- Finding Kiara

“Dr Phil,” he acknowledged, a smirk stained on his lips.

Fred drew closer to where he stood, his heart racing unevenly as his gun dangled rather carelessly from his hold. He had a dark look growing in his eyes but kept diluting it with a smile strewn on his face.

Phil could feel his death each time, Fred drew closer, there was something maniac about his whole countenance.

The air in the room seemingly suffocating.

“I deserve a little gratitude, don't you think, Landon?“ He asked his lawyer, who seem disinterested in whatever was happening.

He to cared less about his wellbeing with this psychopath, Phil gulped down the nervousness sticking to his dry throat.

Landon, took a stick of cigarettes lighting it and puffing it rather hastily. He stood to his feet and walked to the spiral stairs, midway he yelled back, “I told him you deserve a little gratitude.“ Then he disappeared into a spacious Aisle.

“You did?!“ He faked enthusiasm, his high pitched voice caused hair on Dr Phil's skin to