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Chapter Forty
Her reflection on the mirror was more or less how her life was at the moment. Everything seemed to have become bleak. Still trying to date the day things went west, she was standing in front of the seven inch mirror wearing a black bra and a pair of blue jeans. Her hair which had just been blow dried, her lean body, her pale white skin – her head tilted sideways, to the left and to the right as her eyes scrutinized her body. Not only did she look different, she felt different. Her fingers trailed her stomach to her side; to the scar left by the bullet that was taken out. Turns out, leaving Robert's house did not stop those nightmares. They kept happening anytime and every time her eyes fluttered close, even for just a moment. She was always reliving the moment her entire life flashed in front of her; the pistol that was pointed to her face making her entire body tremble for fear that any moment, the trigger will be pulled, and when she was shot, the bullet that pierced
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Wrenched Chapter Forty One
Her last stop was a bar downtown. Theresa found herself feeling more forlorn than ever seated on the stool behind the counter. Now, she was officially out of job. Mentally, she calculated about how tiring it might be as soon, she would have to go in search of another job if she didn't want to get kicked out of her apartment. After she had left Havens Cloud, she had spent what was almost ten minutes outside Havens Cloud thinking of how to go about the rest of the day. Going home was not an option. Not when there was a ninety nine point nine percent chance she would fall asleep and it would happen again.As much as her solitude would feel her with so much comfort, doing that was inviting free roaming of the hundred and one thoughts about everything that happened. To top it, this 'thing' with Sam. Off the top of her head, she prayed she didn't hit a nerve with everything she let out but within her, she hoped to get him upset. She thought it was unfair that on
Wrenched Chapter Forty Two
The only positive she got from getting herself drunk last night was that she slept like a log – a very restful sleep – for the first time in a long while. There were no nightmares which made her want to consider knocking her self out with shots of strong alcohol before going to bed every night. But there was the terrible thing about it. It seemed like someone or something was pulling her head apart. Which meant she would have to get prepared to wake every morning with that splitting headache she was feeling right now. A loud groan escaped her mouth and her fingers dug into her hair frustratingly as she rolled on either side of the bed continually. After a moment, she reached for her phone on the headboard and quickly scanned through it. It hadn't been plug in since yesterday, so she fished out her charger from the drawer and plugged it in. There were about five missed call; two from her Mom, a couple from Anaya and the most
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Theresa was just a few stairs away from the living room when she caught the dejected expression of Robert and Sam who were seated, conversing with someone she couldn’t quite get a clear view of. She descended the last stairs and headed into the dinning room where as usual, Margaret was setting up everything for breakfast. Concernedly, she asked about the unfamiliar man in the living room. “Uhm, Margaret?” she called settling into one of the dinning seats as she glanced up at her. “What’s going on?” That countenance Robert had on was certainly enough reason to believe something was wrong. “That man brought news of Robert’s publication house downtown which was destroyed by a fire,” Margaret answered calmly, setting up the plates. Her eyes grew wide slightly. “What caused the fire?” She shrugged. “Well from what I overheard, someone set
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After failing to find any aspirins in the first aid kit, she decided to head over to the pharmaceutical down the block. She had successfully cut all ties with Robert Johnson and that is with Sam included. But after he had gone, she was left wishing she could turn the hands of time and take back everything she had said. All that wishful thinking didn't do her any good, punishing her with the sharp ache she felt in her head every now and then. Before going into the pharmaceutical, she took a first stop into the grocery retail outlet where she grabbed a shit load of caffeine, chewy gums and a couple of bags of potato chips. One would think she was planning to stay awake all night to read for an exam or or a work related project. Meanwhile, Theresa was actually planning to stay up all night just because she didn't want to have to go through that frigging moment today. She had even downloaded about five films to occupy her thoughts. &nbs
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Concluding that the prickly feeling of being followed was nothing but paranoia, she decided to see a therapist as things seemed to be getting out of control. For the past couple of days, that feeling has been growing like goosebumps on her skin, coupled with the fact that she had been using drugs to stay awake and sometimes drugs to induce sleep. She didn't want all of these to become a habit which is why she was sitting on the sofa of the well furnished office. "Didn't think I would see you again after your last exit, Ms. Gray," the man smiled bringing out a notebook and a pen which he hooked to it. "Didn't think I'd see me here again as well. But I'm losing my mind and maybe this," she motioned to the setting. "This is my last resolve." He shook his head in understanding. "This could only work if you're cooperative. Otherwise, we'll both be wasting our t
Wrenched Chapter Forty Six
The sound of his phone ringing snapped him out of his train of thoughts. He was going to switch off the phone in annoyance but when he saw the I.D, he dragged the green button and placed it on his ear. “Hello?” he finally broke the thirty minute serenity in his office. “Mr. Johnson,” his private investigator said. “I’ve concluded my probe on Simon Tunes.” So soon? The man did say this investigation was going to take quite a while. And although eight days was quite a while, he’d expected a couple of weeks and a few more days. “Okay, go on?” he leaned into his desk. “This isn’t something I can explain over the phone Mr. Johnson. I suggest we meet at the café close to your agency,” he replied in a rather commanding tone which made Robert tsk but agreed anyway. Soon enough, he was in front of the café to see Brumes sitting outside with a brown envelope in hand and the mediu
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Chapter Forty SixTwo days later, Theresa was still thinking on everything that happened two nights ago. Simon Tunes really took her by surprise and threw her over the edge. She couldn't come to the only apparent decision, which was heeding to every damn thing he said. She also couldn't risk playing smart with him right now. She was absolutely convicted he would find out and Sam's life was not going to be bait for that little experiment. And the promise to disappear and never show up in her life again? She found it incredibly stupid that she trusted those words, but something about him made her believe Simon Tunes always kept to his words – always. So, he wasn't bluffing.She stood up from the couch which she had been seating in for the last hour and half and began pacing the length of the living room, still in deep thoughts. How was she going to come up with ten thousand in fourteen days?The toaster dinged and the bread popped out. That pulled her out of train
Wrenched Chapter Forty Eight
She brought out the black burnt pie from the oven, using her hands to wave off the smoke which had filled the entire place. How did she forget she had a pie baking at 250°? Most importantly, why did she attempt to bake the god damn thing? The only three times Theresa has tried baking, failed. Two came out burnt and the third one was also nothing to write home about. Asides having in common with these times, bad and it failed results, whenever she decided to do that, means she was bothered and worried. Like now. Following Sam's total ignorance, which she deserves, she had been thinking of what to do next which was somewhere along the line of alert the police or tell Simon there was no way she could come up with the money. Somehow, the thought that she could bargain this snuck into her head and it put her to ease. Someone has got to remind her about Simon Tunes.
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