At first I had been against the idea of needing any protection. I used to argue with him over his supposed paranoia but after the shit that occurred I was a willing participant in the need for more security. I didn't put up a fight when he said I was to stay at his place and considering how he said it the man wasn't asking at all. We arrived at his building and when the doors to his home flung open I felt more comfortable immediately. I grew less tense as he led us inside and I settled onto the bed lying on top of the duvet suddenly feeling exhausted. He placed my things into the walk in closet and sat by my side. Glancing his way through my lashes I saw the dark look in his eyes, the intensity in his gaze pushing me to sit up, "I need to go deal with that asshole. Stay here and get some rest," he murmured. "Sounds like an order," I pointed out only to have him squeeze my thigh in response, "It was only a suggestion but whatever you decide to do it happens here and that's an order," h

It was nerve wrecking; waiting for my parents to arrive at the airport for the time had finally come. Knowing that the very next day I would be graduating held no weight to how excited I was to just be with my parents. As a result I was unwilling to stay still in my seat considering all the jitters. Nicholas was with me stuck in a phase of denial that he was not nervous to be meeting my mother when his knee was bouncing. Peaking in his direction, I smiled inwardly at how adorable he looked and I reached out to squeeze his knee gently gaining the man's attention. "She's not going to bite," I winked cheekily; he chuckled lightly at the statement he once used on me when we first met. It always surprised me how much time had passed and how much had changed. "But she might punch if I say anything wrong," he replied wrapping his arm on my shoulder where it rested until I noticed my father's beaming face. Standing up I had to withhold the urge to burst out into a full sprint when I also s

Have you ever reconsidered every choice you made when faced with something that appeared as a manifestation of your worst nightmare? I didn't ever think I would, until those red droplets decorating the floor beckoned me forward to take a step forward if I truly dared. With my parents already on a flight to Denton, back to Northridge where they planned to reside for the rest of their days their eldest daughter was left in the city that never sleeps feeling scared. Pushing the door to the bedroom open, the creaking sound frazzled me spiking my nerves to the point I wouldn't be surprised if my heart leapt out of my chest to land on the floor. The clothes covered in more blood on the floor had me bolting to the bathroom where the sound of the shower running ended. And when I opened the door so caught up in getting to him, I ran into a solid chest with an arm shooting out to wrap a firm hand around mine when I nearly fell due to the impact. Although the first thing I always noticed we

I'm convinced the weather purposefully decided to match my mood. The little light that could escape past the grey clouds hardly had an effect on every surface it touched. It had been raining hard the night before and the leaves usually spilling morning dew had water droplets covering them. Walking into that prison, head held high I wasn't willing to allow the guards to sniff the fear off me. I kept my expressions controlled as I was led to a separate area away from the visitation room. Eva had been unable to get herself out of the car when we arrived and insisted I go see him. She wasn't yet willing to see her child like that so I decided to go after having come so far and left her with Daniel and Leo. I soon found myself in an empty room with nothing but three chairs and a table. Taking a seat on the hard surface I vividly remember having to ball my hands into fists to get the shaking under control. The last thing I wanted to do was fall apart especially when the door opened to reve

The most notorious activities occur at night. There's something about the veil darkness offers that allows most to step out of the lines drawn by law and religion. I once read a quote by Mark Twain who claimed we were all moons with a dark side to us which we never show which I once doubted. But maybe on that particular night where there was hardly a soul in sight I believe that I truly tapped into the dark side that had been dormant. Stepping out of the vehicle, the distinct clicking of my heels on the cement dancing in the atmosphere along with the soles of the men's shoes drew the attention of the demons lurking in the air. But even they were wise enough not to interfere with us and slinked away or chose to remain hidden in the shadows just watching us. Keeping a file tucked under my arm with my pistol concealed in my dress I took slow steady breaths when the door to the old abandoned building swung open. The smell of rotting wood and stale piss nearly made me gag at the place th