Kendall I ate one slice of pizza then I went downstairs to get something to drink. To my relief both assholes had left. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice and headed back to my bedroom. I switch on the tv and started watching the episodes of power, which I had missed out on. I wanted to shoot that dumbass Dre, and behead Tariq so badly! If only I could enter the tv. Just when the show started to get more interesting the doorbell rang. Of course I ignored it, but it kept ringing to my annoyance. I can bet it’s Mrs. Russo, or my mother. I got up and marched downstairs. I opened the door, and rolled my eyes. “Not happy to see me?” “Obviously not” “That’s not nice of you Mrs. Russo .I’m sure I’m your best friend” Andrew replied laughing. “So, what are you up to?” “Well … I was watching power, but you interrupted me” “That’s a dumb show” he growled. “Don’t make me fight you” I say pointing a finger at him. “That’s the best show out right now.” I closed the door behind me and

Lance I couldn’t get what happened out of my head. It was like a nightmare. I had to find out the person that did this to me. I tried contacting Linton but he was unreachable. I feel useless just lying here on the bed not being able to move without the help of Kendall. I’ve never known how tired I was until now. I turned on the television to the news. All they were talking about was my accident. If they could get in my house they would be on my doorstep asking questions. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck my life. Why did this have to happen now? I kept thinking my mother would show up, even though I know she wouldn’t. There was a heavy knock on my door. “Come in” Russell walked in, to my surprise. “Brother in law. How are you feeling?” “Worse than death.” “Well? I hope you recover soon.” “Yes I hope so too. I’m surprised you came here, just as I was surprised to see you at the hospital.” “I’m only here because of my sister” I nod my head. “I want to ask you if you

Few Week Later Lance I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Kendall refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this. She claims medications and alcohol doesn’t go well together, but I doubt she knows what she’s talking about. There’s no use even arguing with her, she’s the most stubborn person, other than myself, that I’ve ever met. Although I don’t admit it to her, I’m more than grateful that she took the time out to help me despite everything I have done. I can’t bring myself to thank her to her face. I want to, but it’s so hard. How do I tell he

Lance The truth doesn't cost you anything, but the lie costs you everything! That's what they say, but in my case, both can cost me everything. Both will destroy my life, so whoever made that statement, didn't think twice. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine too. Maybe I'm making a stupid decision, of course I'm making a stupid decision, like I always do ,, but sometimes stupid decisions saves live-I think. I feel like a selfish brat, but I am afraid of the consequences of opening my big mouth. Sometimes it's better to remain silent, even if it's eating you up inside. Who knows how he would react if I tell him, yo, your mom set everything up. You didn't kill that guy or fucked that girl. It was all your crazy mom's doing. What proof do I have? None! I would look like a pathetic liar, trying to get between a mother and son. I have to keep this to myself, until he trusts me more. If he trusts me more. For now, my lips are sealed. I wined down the window to embrace the

Kendall I winced as I cut my hand against the sharp edge of the knife. Blood oozed out. I cursed under my breath and placed my finger under the running tap. My thoughts were far off. I had dinner with Lance, and I honestly have no idea how it was about to go down. We've been out together in public less than ten times ... and it wasn't for dinner. He always told me exactly what to wear to make him look good. But not today. I've been on very few dates before. Four to be exact ... and I easily picked whether I should wear a cute dress, pants, skirt ... but now I wasn't sure. I'm hell-bent on making him look good. I don't want to show up in a dress that is too short, or tall, too tight, or too loose. I wanted it to be perfect. We might just be at the stage of having a great relationship, and I don't want to mess that up. I need everything to be perfect. Maybe I should just wear a nice pants suit. I laughed to myself. After he begins to trust me, I will ask him for a job, so I can begin m