“Hi.”“Hi!” Leah replied breathlessly as she skipped to where Lyons stood. They were in front of the police department. “Do you think they've found her?” Lyons asked her just as they began climbing the stairs that led to the entrance door. Leah couldn’t speak. Tension, the anxiety from the phone call still had a stronghold on her. Last night, while she was running a bath, her phone rang. As soon as she saw the name on the caller ID, her chest heaved with anticipation. Eagerness.   “Can I see you tomorrow, Miss. Lindsey?” the police chief had said. She had tried cajoling him to spill water it was. But man, the guy was a staunch…a no-telly individual, if that made sense. As a result, s

==Olivia==I peeled my eyes open, just in time for sun rays to stream in. I squnited, hugging my pillow tightly. I wished I could stay in bed forever, but for some reason, I rose. I yanked and stretched my body, and for some time, I stared blankly. I, however, soon jerked out of my lazy gaze and walked straight to the bathroom to go through my morning routine. It didn’t take long for my stomach to give a loud groan, making me yawn a second time. I hadn’t had dinner last night, so now, I could really deal. I got hold of some clothes before walking to the door. I pulled it open and just then, my gaze fell on the stuff lying the floor. A white shopping bag. It had the name Durrell printed on it. I looked around, wanting to spot whoever it was had dropped it. I crouched down and grabbed the bag before getting inside. What is this? I dug my hand into the bag feeling the items inside. They were wrapped in what I supposed was polythene. I d

==Matteo==I was in an oven. Hot vent of air was squirted at me. Turning again, for the hundredth time, my eyes slipped open. This was no oven. This was my room, but it had somehow had become enchanted and was now attempting to roost me alive. I took my eyes to the A.C. The swishing of air met my ears. So, the stuff was working. Why then was this place blazing hot? Just to be sure, I walked to the A.C and shot my  hand up. Cold air hit me, but it didn’t last long. As soon as the air hit me, it disappeared immediately, as if a force had driven it away. My pajamas was glued to my skin. Sweat covered every part of my body. I frowned. What was all these? I picked up the telephone beside my bed a

==Matteo== Hot molten magma churned in my stomach. And intermittently, a surge of steam would rise. This was how best I could describe what I was passing through. My insides were screaming for help. My skin was drenched; it'd become a brackish surface. I tossed and tossed, not knowing that I'd gotten to the very end of the bed. Before I knew it, I was on the floor. I dug my fingers to the carpeted floor, grunting. The sounds I was making were becoming more animalistic. I squeezed my eyes, my way of bottling up the pain. Respirare, inalare. Respir… A sharp pain shot from my stomach; I grunted. Coughing out loud, I rolled on my back, assuming the pose of a foetus. My fingers were getting rigid now, and they hurt like white hot iron. 

==Matteo== I laid stiff like a corpse, staring blankly. Then, her cry reached my ears. I widened my eyes.  The cry. It reflected pain, hurt, distress. Fuck. I thought of raising, but then, I knew better. So. I closed my eyes, trying to stay focused in order to pinpoint the issue. A surge of energy flooded into my head, and her emotions reached me. I could feel it all: the fright in her voice, her pulsating heart, the dryness around the throat, the sweat. I could sense her perplexity. Olivia… My Olivia is in trouble. She was in trouble and here was I, struggling with this thing that emasculated me.