==Matteo== Something tickled me and I stirred, absentmindedly smacking where the sensation had been felt. I made to go back to sleep but my eyes accidentally slipped open. Light hit me square in the face. I squinted, grumbling as I turned my head the other way. I bat my eyes slowly, soon coming to realise that I was…outdoors. I peeled myself from the floor, spotting the dense vegetation around. Birds chirped—celebrating the dawn of a new day. I got a sting on my back and as I smacked that region, my eyes widened. I drove my gaze downwards and groaned. Fuck.  I was naked. Out in the open. Fuck, where am I? I looked around me,

The sign post which bore the words 'Fridgeton Police Department' came into view. Leah squeezed her grip on the steering, her tongue running short of saliva. The doubts escaped from whatever box she'd locked them in and now hovered around her head. In spite of this, she kept driving and in no time, made it to the parking lot.  Turning off the ignition, she reclined to her seat. A laboured sigh followed her movement. Don't be an idiot. You're not a sentimental lovestruck teenager, now are you? Besides, it wasn't as if the person she was getting crazy about gave two fucks about her. Okay, perhaps he did. But no way was it in the direction she was thinking. She was sure of that.  By chance, she glanced at the passenger seat. Lyons' spot whene

Her heart summersaulted as she gazed at the register hanging on the wall. Bed dressing. This was it. This was it! She balled her fist. Her way of keeping her excitement in check. She went through her morning routinely hastily, making sure she had her bath quickly before the others came streaming in. Thank Heavens she had awoken before the usual time. It was five minutes to seven. The Master always got up half past six, meaning that he must have showered and had gone to the balcony to have his tea. This would give her the opportunity to...scout. She hurried through her breakfast of pita bread, and picked up her tools. In forty steps, she arrived at The master's bedroom. A short knock was what she have before saying in her rehearsed honeyed voice, "Housekeeping, sir." No response came, which made her smile. She opened the door and as she stepped in, was immediately hit by the scent of cologne. His masculine scent. That which dismantled her, breaking down her walls and leaving her h

==Matteo==Was it…was it possible to turn the hands of the clock and go back in time? Was it possible to get to bed, only to wake up the next minute and find yourself in another dimension, or perhaps, an alternate universe. It was times like this that fuelled my hatred for SciFi, and movies/fiction in general. 'Cause right now, I was as eager as a five year old who innocently looked forward to having the utopia borne in movies come to life. I was as eager as the kid on Christmas eve, whose parents heaped up boxes around the tree. I was eager. Eager to escape this godawful present. I could give anything to have that happen. My sleep-deprived eyes shut tightly, conjuring up a throbbing headache at my left temple. As I opened them, the calendar met my gaze. June 12. June the fucking twelfth. The day Hell boiled, totally enraged that their very own had been taken away from them to be dumped on an innocent couple. Or perhaps, it was the day Hell sighed that long-held sigh, because one nui

==Matteo==I poured myself a glass of orange juice, before munching a piece of Oreos cookie. I set a bowl on the table, threw in an entire bag of the chocolate snack and slapped in some milk. I'd never thought I'd do this: deal in junk. But life had a way of shaking you up. Of shaping you to be something you never were. Since untold hardship lurked around, I had to indulge myswlf. It was likely I'd never get the chance to do taking a bite from a cookie of ores. I then so again. There was a knock on the door. "Yes." The door squealed open I didn't lift my gaze because the footsteps—the sound was easily recognisable. "Sir, I've got something you might want to see."With my eyes still fixed on my bowl of Oreos, I said, "What?"He moved closer and extended his hand. This prompted me to look his way. He was holding a tablet. He was holding a tablet. The fuck he was. What now, I thought. Couldn't I just have one day to myself? One last day to indulge myself before the inevitable doom? I