Olivia’s Point Of View:"Answer me Olivia! What’s so hard about talking this shit out!? We’re supposed to be getting married next year. If there’s something you need to say, then say it!” My fiancée was flushed; Fired up, without anything to put her out. I felt frozen in place as I watched Charlotte shriek, grabbing one of our small wooden chairs and hurling it into the hallway desperately. She gets like this when I won’t talk to her.God, she’s so beautiful though.Char’s waist length black hair was tangled alluringly around her toned shoulders as she brought her arms back at her sides. She wore one of the pretty little hand sewn dresses her mom made for her some years back. It was thin. Thin enough that I could see the perfect curve of her breasts through the material. Her caramel colored skin looked radiant against the stark white of the dress,

Charlotte’s Point of View:I just barely got the news about Francine, and Liza wasn’t picking up her damn phone. I tried three times before giving up and deciding to just drive down to Banner myself. You can’t just drop a bomb like that and not answer my calls. As I was hurrying out of Applebees -don’t judge me, they’ve got killer specials for Happy Hour- I heard my iPhone 11 notify me of a text coming through.Finally Liza! Fudge. I whipped it out and abruptly stopped walking. My eyes widened in disbelief.Fucking really? Now!? Right now!!?SMS: C’mon baby, just call me? I haven’t heard from you since you flew back to that desert wasteland you call home now. Did your replacement catch on? ;) My EX girlfriend, Andee Calaway, was really doing this. Even after I told her to stop trying to reach out, an

I was happy about my decision to stay in Siberia for two weeks, instead of only one like I originally planned. There was still so much to do, and time was passing by quickly. I stayed at Zlata’s longer than either of us anticipated, catching up on what we’ve both been doing for the last year. She even showed me pictures of her late husband, Bogdan, while I indulged myself with delectable pastries and several cups of hot tea. I felt like I was getting to know a side of my former boss that only a few others have seen, and I cherished the honor. Evgeniya came up in conversation, but I made it clear I didn’t want to stay on the subject. My inability to act unaffected wouldn’t allow me to talk about her for long, and I refused to let Zlata see me cry again. She only witnessed me doing this once, when I was so tired after the incident with Yuri that it rendered me unable to sleep for days. I came into her shop a day or two later, wiping away my tears as I groggily

Liza’s Point of View:This was bad. Bad, bad, BAD. Why did we all agree I'd be the one answering Ceen's phone the next time Vasha called? I opened my mouth and started rambling without thinking. "How's your trip going-"“You'll have to forgive me for interrupting. You're talking too fast. I’m very tired and without patience, Liza. Where’s Francine? Let me speak with her.” I heard the sound of a car door slamming shut followed by the roar of an ignition. Small talk was out of the question completely, as neither of us knew enough of the other's native language to make it happen. As I wracked my brain for what to say next, I heard my friend curse softly under her breath. Fuck. Vasilisa was NOT happy. “Give me a second, Vasha.” I attempted to buy myself some time, knowing it would take the foreign girl a second to translate the English sentence.

I woke up in blind terror very suddenly.Monsters were chasing me, and I couldn’t get away. No matter how fast I ran. My screams encouraged them, and eventually they had me pinned against a brick wall. One of them reached for my face with it’s menacing claws just as I was waking up. They’d never gotten that close to me before.I used to have nightmares like that one constantly, starting from childhood. Occasionally when I got black out drunk, I could avoid them, but they always found me again. These faceless monsters. They came to me in the form of long, spindly shadows. Every time they made an appearance, I became more terrified than I was when I last saw them. They wanted something from me, but what? I’ve dreamed of these assholes my whole life.Gasping for breath and whimpering, I ran my hands through my hair in exasperation and glanced toward the window. Dark grey clouds were peeking out behind one big,