Semua Bab A love unscripted : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The room smelled faintly of smoke and metal, Connel sat motionless, the skeletonized lighter balanced between his fingers.Ethan.The name has carved itself into his mind the moment he saw the handwriting. Ethan had written that note with the full knowledge that Connel would see it, recognize it and understand the message.This was certainly far from arrogance and recklessness. It was indeed a well planned move and a calculated one.He turned the lighter on his palm, it gears catching the lamplight in quicksilver flashes. Flick-flame- shut-repeat. The rhythm kept his hand steady while his thoughts ruffled.A mistake is only a mistake if you make it twice. The first time, it's a warning. His father's voice echoed in the back of his mind.Connel didn't believe in warnings.He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, the half crushed sobranie lying in the ashtray. He hadn't smoked one in five years. Tonight he didn't care for the burn on his lungs, only for the ritual of it. When it came to h

Connel reeled back from the punch but doesn't fall, he wiggles his hand to shake off the pain. His eyes still fixed on Ethan.The room freezes, Nico shocked at the turn out of events, Watson steps forward but hesitates for a bit and Ariel stares in stunned belief from the hall way upstairs. “Still quick to swing your fist instead of using your head.” His hands placed on his jaw. “Some things never change, brother.” He moves his mouth to relief the pain as he raises his head.Fully standing straight up he asks, “Now tell me what was that for?”Ariel sensed more than words when Ethan spoke, he has to be angry but he isn't reacting. She didn't expect Connel to welcome him that way especially when he hasn't heard what he had to say.Connel walked close up. “You really want to act dumb right now?”“You can keep using your bottom to think or your head, your choice.” Ethan replies adjusting his jaw.“Don't you dare!” Connel replied aggressively. “I rather use my bottom to think than fall fo

There was a bit of awkward silence in the car, the hum of the engine filled the air. The lights spilled across the windshield.“What happened there?” Nico finally asked, breaking the silence.Connel didn't respond, his eyes still fixed at the window as they drove through the city. His mind replayed the whole scene, maybe he didn't hear Nico.Nico tapped his shoulder and called out his name but the way he shakes confirmed his mind wasn't there with him.“What are you so wound up about?” Nico quipped,his voice tight now.Connel didn't look away from the window, “Ariel.”Nico looked a little confused.“And what about her?” Nico has to ask.“She's beginning to ask the same questions over again.” He paused. “I don't have anything to tell her.”“Then tell her.” Nico replied.Connel turned to look at Nico.“You know that's not my place to tell her.” Connel looked away. “I'm just a piece in this game like she is, nothing more.” He rested his head back on the seat and shut his eyes, his chest

Darkness pressed in from all sides, thick and suffocating. Ariel was trapped in the cold, airless room, her clothes torn and worn out. The flicker of the single red light bulb overhead painted the room in red.The dampness and cold clung to the corners, the tang of blood burned her nostrils. Her hands tightly knotted with a coarse rope as she sat in the center of the room.Ariel couldn't speak, she struggled to take her balance on the chair. Her head fell to the side the more she tried to pick it up, her vision blurry. She heard voices but couldn't see them.Footsteps were heavy, tender and deliberate and continuous right on the other side of the wall. Her wrists ached bound against a coarse rope that bit raw into her skin, every twist and turn causing tear and wound right on her wrist.She struggled, the chair scraping faintly against concrete but the sound seemed to draw footsteps closer. The door creaked open, a tall and faceless shadow walked inside, with the black veil right over

How do you feel?” Connel asked Ariel. In the past twenty-four hours, this was her first time being fully conscious ever since she got sedated by the doctor. She sat up on the bed, her pupils steady,a bit silent as she tried to recall what happened in the last few hours. The stares she left - confused, stressed and unsure. She took in deep breaths, heavy enough that even the walls of the room could hear. “Ariel,” Connel called out to her, as he reached for her hand. Ariel mumbled beneath her breaths. “Connel.” She cried out, weak but audible. “She… she hit me.” Ariel wailed, “She had me tied up.” “She?” Connel questioned. Ariel squeezed his hands, “Yes, the… tattoo, tattoo lady.” She stammered. “It was dark and, and&hellip