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

         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

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

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.

Following Sam and Theresa's duologue, things between them took another step and elevated to super awkward. Although it has been pretty much quiet between the both of them as they had barely had a conversation unrelated to work in the past couple of days. One thing she knew he was so damn good at, was knowing how to pretend she was non existent. He'd done it before and now, he is doing it again, only that this time, it hurt her more than she could explain.She reminisced over everything he said to her and came to realization that he was right. Maybe it was a little self centered to push him away with the expectation that he would come crawling back to her. She had thought about how things could go back to normal between them. Not just between the both of them, in her life as well. After everything, she had thought normal was far from attainable, but recalling her mother's words to her everytime she had a setback, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,' she decided to channel a