All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Stan Wallace didn't let Trista Fowler stay, instead pushing his head and shoving him out the door, then locking it.The rain had muddied my shoes and socks, and soaked my clothes. After changing into dry ones, Stan Wallace pulled me out of the bathroom, holding our shoes in front of the sink, using a disposable toothbrush from the hotel to clean them."I, I can do it myself." I took a step forward, only to be blocked by Stan Wallace's broad back."Wait outside," Stan Wallace said, turning to look at me, "Now, tell me, who am I dating, and how did it happen?"The rain was still falling outside, with a trend of turning from moderate to heavy, occasionally accompanied by a few rumbles of thunder.But now, I didn't need music or earplugs, nor did I need to chat with others to distract myself. I felt safe."I saw her inviting you," I said truthfully, leaning against the wardrobe, fiddling with my fingers, "She brought you breakfast, you bought her gifts, she only invited you to her bi

Because of this thing, my father didn't receive a single penny in compensation from the company. They all said that he was messing around during work hours, ate something he shouldn't have, and hallucinated, costing him his life.I don't know what happened to the naked woman who killed him, but I heard she got a reduced sentence because of it.My father died at home, and almost everyone in the neighborhood came to gawk.On the same day my mother had my father cremated, she sold the house at a low price, forbade me from taking anything, and left with me. My father's ashes were taken away by a garbage truck and destroyed at some transfer station.My father's younger brother even sued my mother, saying she violated his right to mourn. In the end, they fell out and never spoke again.Pulling myself out of my memories, I rushed into the bathroom, tore open the bag, and was about to pour everything down the toilet. But as I tilted the bag, I paused, reached in, and pocketed one of the i

Behind us, the tattooed gang chased us for two streets before finally revealing their purpose: "Stop! Hand over what Harley Gunther took from us!"My throat burned from running. Upon hearing this, I immediately thought of that packet of pink powder. My heart sank, and I tightened my grip on Stan Wallace's hand, panting, "Brother, I might have really offended someone."Stan Wallace finally turned to look at me. I thought he was going to question me about Harley Gunther, but he simply said, "I know. Don't be afraid."Most residential complexes are semi-closed, so we followed an owner into the courtyard and then slipped into a building when someone swiped open the door.Looking through the small window in the door, we saw, as expected, the tattooed gang being stopped by the security guards at the entrance."What do they want?" Stan Wallace, also a bit out of breath, asked while shielding me behind him, only turning to look at me as he spoke.I had been carrying that red pill with me

After being delayed, Stan Wallace had already missed the flight back with the others.Trista Fowler bought some topical ointment and then led us all into the same presidential suite, instructing that no one was to step out of this room until we left.Trista Fowler took the ointment and went to another bedroom with Ken Sheridan, leaving just me and Stan Wallace in the master bedroom."Shouldn't we go to the hospital for an X-ray?" I watched as the color of the wound on his arm deepened, my mood sinking to rock bottom, a wave of fear washing over me. That hand, used for drawing and design, had recklessly blocked a blow. What if something serious happened?Had he not thought about it at all?"It's fine." Stan Wallace glanced down at his arm, twisting it roughly, his brows furrowing deeply.My heart clenched at the sight, a surge of anxiety and anger rising within me. I pulled out the ointment from the bag and walked towards him: "I'm not your real sister; you don't have to do this.

Hands trembling violently, I suddenly drew my dagger and pointed it at him."How come, Stan Wallace doesn't want to touch you?" he sneered, his breath unsteady. "Actually, I don't really care if you serve both of us, as long as I don't end up losing everything with you two."It seemed that after the last incident, Randolph Wallace had no patience left for pretending to be a "kind father.""Don't be afraid, I'm really here just to take your mom to see a doctor, I don't have any intentions towards you."Unlike last time, Randolph Wallace didn't immediately attack me. Instead, he slowly took off his hat, revealing a terrifying face, and chuckled softly, like a demon, sending chills down my spine.His hair was shaved in one corner, and from his eyebrow bone to the top of his forehead, there was a gruesome stitched wound.Half a month had passed since the last incident, and on his wound, there were horrifying red and black protrusions, as if it could start bleeding again at any moment