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NINETY-ONE

All of the Reasons Why Hayden regarded his empty glass cup with a cool expression. His brother could be bluffing for all he knows. Besides, there had been no time for Jarrod to put on the poison. The prostitute he called ‘Red’ had washed the cup and brought back a clean one. Unless she had slipped something in when he wasn’t looking? Hayden’s mind began to race. He searched for the girl with his eyes and found her behind him on the floor, entwined in the arms of her colleague, both naked. They were so deep in their own world that every other thing went unnoticed. What were the odds that she would have poisoned his cup before handing it over to Jarrod? “Do you want to know?” Jarrod asked with a smirk. He watched Hayden’s movements with amusement, marveled by his fast thinking and his questionable glances. Hayden took his eyes off the girls and on Jarrod. “I’d say you’re bluffing. There was no way you would have done it.” Jarrod laughed. It was low and full of humor, as though eve

NINETY-TWO

Lolita The plenty of time Jarrod made reference to was just an hour. Twenty minutes in, Hayden was beginning to sweat, and it was not because of the happy hour confession they were having. He realized now that Jarrod truly was not bluffing, and that the alcohol was poisoned. He tried to condition his mind to stay awake and alert, but the noises from the girls behind him weren't helping. He glanced behind him and saw that one of the girls had her head down at the other. They swirled in his vision. He turned quickly to Jarrod and blinked. Jarrod ransacked the top of the table, searching for something. He finally brought out a pack of cigarettes and passed a stick to Hayden. Hayden shook his head and stuck his own hands in his pocket, extracting his neatly wrapped weed. Jarrod smiled at the sight, amused to see that his brother wasn’t taking another chance with him. “I didn’t poison the cigarette, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Hayden placed his wrap on his lips and lighted it. “Th

NINETY-THREE

Another Love, Another Time “You just killed someone,” Hayden pointed out, motioning to the dead girl on the floor. “What is wrong with you? You just fucking killed someone and you’re still thinking of ending it with me?” Jarrod rolled his eyes as he staggered forward. “Don’t be such a prude, baby brother. You know how this goes; you’ve killed a couple of people too.” His eyes widened in surprise when Hayden said nothing. “Ah, don’t tell me brother. You’ve never killed anyone?” Hayden looked around him, seeking for a weapon. Jarrod’s jacket was on the chair, and he knew that a gun was in it. He glanced at Jarrod and the jacket, gauging the distance between the three of them. Jarrod laughed maniacally. “What is this? You want me to be your first kill? The gun isn’t loaded, Hayden.” “I wasn’t planning on using it on you.” “No? You’re so used to little humans adoring you and doing everything for you? I saw those men out there, Hayden, risking their necks for you. Tell me how much yo

NINETY-FOUR

Grief and Byes Hayden woke up with a gasp, as though he’d been drowning forever and something just tugged him out from the deep end of the ocean. For a second his vision was blurry and gray. The gleaming white of the room hit him like lightning, immediately hurting his eyes. He winced and closed them back immediately, trying to relax his tense muscles. “He’s awake,” he heard someone murmur in the room. It was Rocky. Hayden reached out a hand, his fingers twisting for comfort and assurance. He needed to know he was alive and not in that bleak, dark blue he’d been in since forever. A cool, large hand touched his, squeezing it assuredly. “It’s not in my job description to coddle you, sir.” Hayden opened his eyes. It was definitely Rocky. He was standing at the side of his bed with a young, charming nurse who was obviously flirting with him. Hayden was too tired to make jest of the situation. Rocky turned to the nurse with a smile, signaling her that it was okay for her to leave. Whe

NINETY-FIVE

Flowerbeds and Lilies Lolita was reliving her nightmares over and over. It sometimes started out as a fantasy dream, where she was a fairy and she was flying high above the clouds. In the middle of admiring the beautiful nature below, she would then see a large black bird rushing towards her. At first it looked like a crow, but when it grew closer it grew into a larger, terrifying bird. It was ten times bigger than her. It would grab her off the air with its claws, cutting into her arm and abdomen. She would scream in pain and try to break free, only to discover that the claws had materialized into hands, and that it belonged to Hayden, who in turn changed into Jarrod. Every single time, she would try to break free and pull herself from the abyss of pain, but all she encountered was a dull emptiness. There was nothing to pull herself into, no rope to drag her back to the light. All she knew was emptiness; dark and dull. She had begun to grow accustomed to it. Perhaps she would even

NINETY-SIX

Dreams Lolita woke up again, this time more refreshing than the others. The oxygen mask was thankfully out of her mouth. Her arm was still stiff, but at least she’d had a nice change of clothes and bandage. Her leg was on a cast above her bed, but the nurse who’d shown up the previous night promised that she’d start physical therapy as soon as possible. Lolita didn’t mind. She really didn’t need her legs; she wanted to remain in this bed for as long as possible, staring at the unstained room. She liked the emptiness it denoted. She felt seen, even if it was by an inanimate object. Her family showed up more frequently than she would have liked. Her mother sometimes slept with her and held her hands. Lolita didn’t like it. It made her hand sweaty and twitchy. She would have loved to draw it away without waking her mother, who would in turn alarm the whole hospital. She just wanted to be left alone. Samantha never showed up. She began to seek her out in her dreams, but they were so

NINETY-SEVEN

Farewells and Backtracks “I’m sorry,” Hayden responded quietly. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave right now.” “Yes, please.” He stood up on a shaky foot. He walked to the door, then stopped. When he looked back at her, his eyes were shimmery with tears. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he can be. How stunning and incredibly attractive, even though he looked broken. “It’s three in the morning,” he said to her. “I don’t think it’s safe for me to leave just yet.” “For me or for you?” He was shaken by her answer. Hayden leaned on the door and watched her instead, preferring the space between them instead of just out rightly leaving. Lolita sat up slowly on the bed, her eyes on him. “Is he here?” She asked. His forehead creased at that question. “Who?” “You know who.” Hayden looked down at his feet, but before then she saw shame and fear cross his face. Lolita’s heart spiked again, alerting the machine. She glanced at it in horror, wondering if it was going to alert the b

NINETY-EIGHT

Time Heals No Wounds Lolita swirled her coffee around with her spoon. She stared into the cup, lost in the swirls of the deep brown. It had no sugar, no milk, just plain coffee. She still hated coffee, but now it was different. Now she liked the burn and the bitter taste that traveled down her throat. She sipped it slowly, savoring its taste. It reminded of everything that had happened, everything she had lost. Her thoughts scared her the most. Sometimes she lay up in her bed, staring into her ceiling and wondering if Samantha was still out there. Her brother caught her many times lying outside on the dirt, looking up at the sky. “I was waiting for Samantha,” she would say if he asked. “But she won’t come. The skies are starless tonight.” Her family was scared for her, and understandably so. When they tried to take her to meet more psychiatrists and therapists, Lolita had to incessantly beg them that she was fine. They didn’t believe her, of course so she decided to pretend for a

NINETY-NINE

The Trials of Lost Love Hayden stood up slowly. They stared at each other for a moment, none of them taking a move. Lolita’s eyes quickly scanned the environment, discovering that Izan was not around. Her eyes went back to him. He looked leaner than before, but still built. He’d grown out his hair; they flowed past his neck and around his shoulders. His face was clean, neat. He looked like a god standing before her, taller than she’d last imagined. He still had that oppressive aura around him, the one that made her fall to her knees for him. Lolita looked at him and all she could see was just Hayden, lost in his own mind. He regarded her as she regarded him, but he still didn’t make a move towards her. She remembered the last time she saw him, in her hospital room. He looked mad back then, as though the earth would stumble over him if she didn’t let him touch her. Lolita didn’t know what to say. The air was calm and awkward at the same time. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, so low that she

HUNDRED

Bound The doorbell rang. Lolita was in the bathtub. She blinked, realizing she’d been in the tub for over an hour. The water was cold now. She slowly stepped out of it and reached for a pink robe. Her bathroom was the only clean room in the whole house. It was where she sought her solace, where she slept the most. She went to the front door and opened it, her hand stiffly removing a strand of wet hair from her face. When her vision cleared, she immediately stiffened. Lolita was taken back to a year and several months ago, to the very first time she saw Hayden alone. He was standing at the door then with a small smile on his face, just as he was now. She’d been naked back then, from head to toe. He had pointed it out to her, his eyes laughing while she rushed inside to change. Lolita’s arms circled around her body. She wasn’t naked today. She was wearing a pink robe, so why did she feel intensely embarrassed—like she’d been teleported to the past and history was repeating itself? Sh

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