My Time At Sandrock X Novels & Stories

Enola POV i somehow managed to reach Sandra's room and guess what. it was actually massive. i found the clock pretty when i first stepped inside the room. i didn't think twice before grabbing it. I was shocked to see it as it was carbon copy of the one i have back in my world. my hold tightened around it as it is my only hope to return to my world. at least i think it is. it took me 20 minutes to find John who was with Sandra's father.

“Hell as always. Same shit, different day.” Sandro stands up from his chair and heads to the tiny kitchen area. When he comes back, he’s holding two cans of beer. He tosses one toward me, thankfully, my reflexes are sharper than his, and I catch it easily before it hits my face. I pop the tab and drink straight from the can, emptying it in just a few gulps. Those damn guards hadn’t given me any food or water for three full days, my throat feels like it’s been rubbed raw with sandpaper.

“You buy.” He laughed, really laughed. “Deal.” I could not help smiling. Seeing them like this… it felt right. For a while, the three of us talked about small things; favorite movies, new restaurants, even the weather. It was simple. Warm. Normal. Sandra yawned softly. “I should probably head home soon. My therapist said not to overdo social stuff the first week.” Micah stood. “I will drive you.” She smiled. “You do not have to...”

This time she didn’t look at the beautiful man who could captivate her just by his icy blue eyes. “Damn you, Marwick Garner.” *** “Welcome to the Sand Museum. Ladies and gentlemen. I request you all not to touch anything in order to respect the wishes of the owner. He opened it on special request of Mr. Garner.” The guard was announcing it on a loudspeaker. Everyone was there except Marwick. He was waiting for her in the cottage hut. Aniya was looking fondly at a sand couple in an act of dance. “Now here.” The guard gestured towards the masterpiece, “Look at this work of art. Two lovers made of sand are frozen in time. It seems like their sandy form is frozen in the act of this graceful walt

He left there almost running and I, recovering, let myself fall sitting on the chair breathing and inhaling deeply, I was absolutely sure that if Sandro hadn't intervened Victor would have killed me, I let out a lament when I realized that perhaps death was the least of my problems, he didn't know what the plans of that disgusting man were most likely to be as dirty as he was. Sandro took too long to arrive and I had a dizzy spell irritating Victor even more as if that were possible and as soon as Sandro parked in the yard of the old hut it was around nine at night for those who left in the morning Victor opened the trunk taking out a package of crackers and a bottle of water, handing me bru