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The silence was not so empty, but it was heavy, and laden with all those things we had not said since the mansion had burned. Then I grabbed my phone. “She wants attention. Fine. Let her have plenty more than she can manage. He frowned. “What are you doing?” Inviting a person, who despises her nearly as much as I do. I went down my list of contacts until I came to a name that I had not called in many years. Thomas Grey a reporter, one of the few people in this country who believed in truth. One time he had helped me, a long long time ago, when my world had become a nightmare.

It was perfect. Now I was at my gullible reporter’s place. Her house was quite small, but I could manage. I fed her some lies, saying that after the incident that night I was insulted and bullied by everyone at home, so I decided to leave. I told her I couldn’t stay in a place where I wasn’t loved. She believed me. Obviously, she had no choice. She was completely under my strings, and now she was at work while I was alone in her quiet apartment. Even though the place smelled like newspapers, it was still manageable.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

So had every monster who ever stood in front of a camera and pretended to mourn. "I heard," I said. "That's kind of the reason I'm here." The words hung in the air between us. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice quiet. "That's the reason you're here. I thought you were the transfer student taking over the scholarship." I hesitated. The shy-girl mask said backtrack, deflect, pretend you didn't say anything. "I'm also a true crime writer," I said. The lie came easily, smoothly, the way lies do when you've practiced them in a motel room mirror. "Freelance. I write about unsolved cases. Alice's case... it caught my attention."

“Don’t start with the tears. I know my father raised you but nativity is not that of a Luna. They question you scarlet. When we were kids they expected us to never be a longterm thing. Now that we at-“ “I’ll do it,” I cut him off. I wrap my arms around myself, starting to feel guilty. I knew the behind the scenes for him were messy, but I didn’t expect them to be so hard. I chose to ignore it, and that’s my own downfall. Cole blinks, I assume he prepared a whole speech to convince me. “Oh,” The silence hangs in the air, only my soft sniffle breaking the silence sporadically. Cole takes another step and my hands fly up involuntarily.

I kept it on the center table and then head out of the house. After graduation, I worked for a publishing company which lasted for a few weeks, not that I got fired but the boss kinda wants me to be his sex tool. That’s right he basically told me that he pressed my bobs in his dreams and that he wants to make that dream a reality. I made sure

“If you don’t tell us what happened, then how can we help?” Lisa didn’t know where to start. These two didn’t know about Mason’s past and it wasn’t her place to tell them, but she did want their help on what to do, so maybe she could explain without breaking Mason’s trust. “I’m an author,” she said, starting with coming clean about herself. She had lied to her two friends and she felt bad about it now and hoped they wouldn’t hate her too. Both their eyes widened at her confession. “I write under a pen name and for the last few years I’ve been writing horror.”

Caleb calmly left without showing any emotions. Soon, Care reached the caffeine still with the bandage. When she entered, Bill saw her. He looked up and down at her. He got shocked when his eyes noticed her arms. “What’s happened to your arms? Why did you leave the party without telling anyone? Not even clary?” Did he fill her with many questions? All she can do is tell some believable lie. “I got out after our fight. I walked in an absent mind involved in an accident. But nothing to worry it’s just a small injury.” Her lie feels like venom, but what else can she do? Hurt flashed in Bill’s eyes.

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.

“I have to go now.” “But Jill, where are you going?” her mother asked, aghast. "I still have to write my report," she lied, then gave Craig a challenging look. "Besides, we don't want to keep you unnecessarily, I'm sure you have other plans." "Write a report?" Mrs. Atkins said now with her incorruptible logic. " But it's the weekend." good,” Craig smiled, “Jill's right, I actually have plans.” He stood up too, and before she knew it he had grabbed her and thrown her over his shoulder.