Revenge? Tools? Substitute?Roxanne couldn't understand any of what Lance was saying anymore."What...?" She tried to speak but Lance sighed out loudly."Damn, I think I might have spoken too much." He muttered underneath his breath, stating the obvious as reality finally dawned on him.Allowing his emotions run Wilde was indeed a dangerous card.He sighed out through his lips once more and turned to look in Roxanne's direction.Roxanne's eyes were heavy and Lance could see that her fever had returned. She was trying to fight it but he knew it was a losing battle. He leaned forward and placed his hand on her forehead. The heat burned his skin and he instantly removed it from contact with her."Listen," He said in a gentle, yet firm voice. "You need to rest. If you keep in fighting this fever without any help from drugs you'll only worsen the situation and also if you don't take some time to recover." He paused for a moment before adding, "I can stay here while you sleep, if you'd like

After showering and changing her dress, Roxanne rushed towards the one place where she knew she could confirm if Lance's words were a lie or not.Her parent's house.It was a medium size love cottage located closely near the forest and on the quieted side of Los Angeles. Her mother always seemed to enjoy the company of the animals, the trees and all of nature alike.When Roxanne had been younger, she has grumbled about her mother's choice of residence since it was so far away from her school and she had to seat in the back of her designated car for hours. At some point, she had threatened to move away as a young kid, her parents simply laughed at her words, but never the less, they met her demands and sent her to leave with her grandparents until the weekends. That place had gradually become her home out of home where she made so many memories and bonds.But now that she was standing in the threshold of her parent's house, all the Happy memories she shaded with her parents came floodi

For the first few seconds after Roxanne had surfaces from the water, it felt like air had been forcefully put into her lungs.She choked: coughed brutally as she tried to adapt and get as much water as she could out of her lungs.Her eyes stung from the sudden sea water and her body shivered brutally from the cold fabric and remnant of water that clung to her body.It took her a few seconds to realize that she was being cradled in the arms of Lance and slowly, his shouts and people whispers came back to her ears."... Are you all deaf? I said get me blankets!" Lance barked at the onlookers who were whispering underneath their breaths.Why wouldn't they.Suddenly, before Roxanne could really register what was unfolding and how things were unfolding, there was another splash from the sea and minutes later, Christopher came up with Penelope cradled weakly in his arms."Spread out!" He ordered of the people who were suddenly gathering him as he climbed aboard."What? Why is the second you

Roxanne was woken up from her sleep as she felt a car shaking and heard a knock at the window. Heavily confused and disoriented, she rubbed her eyes and moved the curtain to find Lance grinning at her. It was then she remembered that she had allowed Lance drive her home after the whole ordeal with Christopher, Penelope and the two morons at the packing lot.She glanced down at her shirt and realized that it had somewhat dried- what she assumed to be the work of her low chilling A.C. It wasn't completely dry, in the sense that her bra was still peeking out, but at least it felt less sticky and wet.And for that, she was thankful."Good morning, sleeping beauty," Lance said as Roxanne got out of the car and scanned her surrounding, extremely happy to be in front of her very own house."Why didn't you wake me?" Roxanne asked with a huff, trying to ignore the pumping heat inside her from just looking at Lance standing with his shirt drenched and hair scraggy.For some reason, this hair st

"What is the relationship between you and Lance?"As if being hut heavily in the chest, Roxanne felt the air in her lungs disappear for a while and when it did come back, she had to stop herself from gasping it in, as she gently rose her gaze from the hard wood of the table in between them to meet Penelope's gem green eyes.Roxanne took a moment to calm herself...the internal storm in her mind to be précises, before she began to sought after answers to why Penelope had suddenly asked her such a question.Had she perhaps heard the rumors of Lance being seen with Julie and mistaken her for the bitch? That made perfect sense.Or perhaps...had Christopher gone to run his mouth to her? The male had suddenly become aware of she and Lance's affairs, how that happened, she did not know. So had he perhaps gone to blab everything to Penelope thinking that this was his way of revenge?That was equally an option. One that suddenly made a wave of guilt and wrong doing wash over Roxanne as she star