Semua Bab TRUTH OR DARE: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The door swings open.Lana walks in with a tray of roast chicken, pasta, vegetables and orange juice. I turn on the other side of the bed and pull the sheets over my head."I don't want to wake up!" I groan."You've slept all day, babe. It's almost 5.00pm. Atleast have something to eat.""I don't want food! I just want to die!""I put a little poison in your food." She smiles. "Just eat it and you'll die. Simple."I manage a smile as I sit up on the bed. Lana sets the tray in the middle and sits on the edge of the bed. I grab the glass of orange juice as she bites on the piece of chicken."How are you feeling?" She asks quietly with sympathy-filled eyes."I feel like shìt." I mutter. "I've slept the whole night and the whole day. My head is spinning. My stomach is rumbling. I'm starving but I don't have an appetite.""Your body lost a lot of blood." She says. "And you're under strong medication. You should feel that way. The only way you'll feel better is if you eat. And eat a lot."I

The cab stops at a catholic church in a wealthy part of town.We put on our black hats as we walk towards the black gates, the black dresses almost touching the ground. The exterior and interiors of the church scream of elegance and extravagance. Marble pillars. Marble floors. Huge windows. 16ft oak doors. Just excessive. For a famous writer like Rooney Lane, I'm shocked that the rows of pews are mostly empty. The only people in attendance are close friends and family. His family really managed to keep the suìcide a secret.A priest is standing at the altar, conducting a mass. The countable people turn to glance at us when we make an entrance. Lana grabs my hand as we take a seat on one of the empty pews."The woman scowling at me," she whispers. "That's Rooney's mom. I bet she's not happy to see me here.""Maybe because we're not supposed to be here.""He was my fiancé!" She hisses. "I deserve to mourn him. I deserve to say goodbye to him. But most of all, I deserve answers!"A bunc

DANII'm standing from a distance, watching Brandon burst into tears..His face is buried in his hands. He's curled up in the couch. I think I'm witnessing his rock bottom. This is the first time that I've seen this man break down this badly in the eight years that I've dated him. "I want to fùcking die!" He cries. "I deserve to fùcking die. I know I'm a horrible man. And I know I've been a horrible boyfriend to you. But I never thought I'd be a horrible father! What kind of a dad kills their own child! I'm just like my father! Maybe even worse!"Brandon's parents were horrible but he particularly hated his father. He swore he would never be like that man. A man who forced him to work at a restaurant when he was twelve and then pocketed the peanuts he was making. A man who denied him food when he didn't a pass a paper. A man who slammed his head on the wall when he complained about a minor thing. A man who didn't allow him to spread butter or jam on bread because that's not a 'manly'

Zoe, Camille's assistant, is walking behind us when we get to the mall.We step into the elevator and stop at the tenth floor. Camille said that it was going to be a surprise. I think she wants to buy me some new clothes or maybe she wants to buy herself some new dresses."No." Camille laughs. "It's for the baby girl. We are shopping for the baby girl."My heart stops. Vomit clouds in my throat. I shouldn't have come here. I look around the mall, trying to avoid Camille's eyes. From a distance, I spot a familiar couple...The woman is blonde. She's wearing a hideous maternity dress. She has a couple of bags in her hand. The husband is carrying their cute little baby. That little cute baby is my niece. And that blonde woman is my sister. She looks so happy as she disappears with her little family to the other side of the mall... I miss her... I miss my family....Camille claps loudly to get my attention. She's looking up at me, seated from the wheelchair."Pregnant women are more activ

PART TWO | DATE | I Dare you to Date meDamien grabs my waist and plants a kiss on my lips. His hands trail down to my butt."You look hot, Mrs Hunt."I'm wearing a black tuxedo on a tight black miniskirt and a pair of red heels. I dressed myself for the magazine shoot today. And I also dressed my husband who looks gorgeous in a pink tuxedo and pink shorts. This man looks hot in everything.Forbes wanted to bring in another stylist for this shoot. But I asked them to let me be the stylist for free. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to show my potential as a stylist and designer. But they turned me down. They blatantly said they only work with big names. So Damien called the editor-in-chief and said he would turn down the shoot if I wasn't the stylist. He also demanded that I get paid the same as the other stylists. I was shocked when they sent me a contract immediately after that call. Even more s