A Lifetime: A Fictional Narrative

With a weary grunt, Booker shifted the bag of groceries in his arms and kicked his apartment door closed with his foot. He had planned to be home early so he take Tom out to dinner as a birthday surprise, but as usual, work had ruined his plans. When he had rung Tom and explained that he would be home late, he had expected him to react moodily, but instead, he had received a sympathetic response. It was a sign that their relationship was now on stable footing. Tom was more open about his feelings, and they argued less about the trivialities of everyday life; they were moving forward.

While there was no doubt his partner frustrated the hell out of him, he felt no malice toward the young officer, in fact, it was the exact opposite. Despite his disappointment in Tom’s lack of backbone, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect the young officer, leaving him strangely conflicted. But after almost driving himself crazy trying to make sense of it all, he had finally opted for the obvious explanation. Theirs was a fledgling relationship, and therefore, there were bound to be a few shaky steps along the rocky road toward trust and friendship. While a part of him recognized his acceptance for what it was, a cop out, his tired mind needed resolution, and if taking the easy way out saved him from more sleepless nights, then so be

The piercing weee-ooo-weee-ooo of the approaching ambulance could be heard in the distance, the sound growing steadily louder, and overcome with emotion, Booker slid to the floor with a sob. For the briefest of moments, he had thought everything would be okay, but the reality was, he had failed his friend yet again. If he’d fought through the dizziness and remained conscious, he could have calmly convinced Tom to go to the hospital instead of trying to trick him. He’d underestimated Tom’s gullibility, and he had paid the ultimate price. The DNA evidence was gone, and there was nothing left to link the seven men to the rape except his and Horshack’s witness account and the video. But the video was of no use because he knew Tom well enough to know even if he tracked down the Keymaster, the young officer would never give permission to use the tape in court. Once again he felt the weight of his guilt pushing down on him and his misery intensified. He was a failure as a cop and a friend, and because of him, the seven Pi Taus would never be brought to justice.

Marcel looked over his shoulder as well, to see that the girl had already left. Without much else thought, he left his sister there in the wide open clearing just to run to this girl. He wasn’t going to lose her that easily, she was far too intriguing. The young man could hear his sister’s protest, but she would just have wait. This ‘angel’ was had peaked his interest,” Hey!”

Almost twenty minutes had passed since Epsilon, Sabra and Malessica left the pub. Malessica was a bit upset thinking about innocent people who were hurt during the attack on the pub. Though she knew she didn’t have time to help the injured, she decided to try and forget about it, continuing to follow Epsilon. Malessica noticed Sabra, seemed a bit lost in thought, but she didn’t say a word. Moving towards an unknown destination, four police cars sped down the street past them, with sirens blaring. Malessica put her hands on her hood, covering her ears, waiting for the cars to pass them. Epsilon turned his head back, watching the police cars. He was upset knowing he wouldn’t be able to work there again.

Mark's expression was one of supreme confidence and satisfaction as he revealed himself to Lila, and attempted to gauge her thoughts. The rapist thought he perceived a gliimmer of recognition and shock but, even if so, those emotions could also have been put down to the damage from the the appearance of a second male, the damage caused by his punch, or the cock that slammed into her from behind.

- He offered me to take the blame, but I know that did not kill Jill and that man. I could not. I loved Jill - contritely said the man and shut by the hands face. - I saw how he killed her and was unable to help ... no one believes me, and ye believe not. So why come? Convince me that I is guilty? - Tom shouted loudly and dramatically jumped out of bed, his face was purple, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his neck swelled and began to throb. - And all because you find it easier to shift the blame on me, than to find the

"The same husband you just agreed to plot against and murder him, Mrs. Arnold?" Her whole body tenses, it´s easy to see, the colour leaves her cheeks. With the failed attemp to get rid of Hewlett once and for all, he thought it might be worth the idea to tell the Spy Hunter General of this incapable coward and that he knows about the mole, even if it would mean that he himself wouldn´t have the pleasure to kill him on his own. He found the door not proberly closed, heard the quarrel inside and stepped in.

How could a man honestly believe that what was being done to her was what she desired, and, with the knowledge that it wasn't, then deliberately continue to hurt the one he loved? How could a sane and thoughtful spouse not be aware that, even if she hadn't spoken the safe-word, it wasn't right, and that he should stop? The answer was because, at this time, Tom Ross was not fully sane. As in his adolescent years, and a rookie Patrolman, where he'd been encouraged by the authority that the job brought with it, he'd once again become his Father's son, and was in a frenzy. Lila Ross didn't exist, and neither did the concept of love. All that mattered was power and control, and the feeling he was unstoppable.

The thump of Lila landing on the floor had startled Tom momentarily and slightly brought him back to his sense. However, not fully. The character he'd inhabited on the journey home was still in control, but the noise and the look in the woman's eyes, caused her name, and her relationship to flash into his mind, and also why he'd thrown her to the floor as he had. Because she wanted it, it was her fantasy, and he was here to provide it to her. In as realistic fashion as possible.

Ray rushed downstairs with Casey following. He gave her a peck on the forehead and picked up his wallet on the way out. She stood on the veranda waving goodbye with an inkling of guilt for not telling him about her appointment that morning. With his natural skepticism, he would have tried to discourage her from going.

Having endured an hour-long grilling from Fuller about Booker’s disappearance, Tom exited his superior’s office feeling more than a little dispirited. Astute enough to know something had happened at the fraternity, his captain had badgered him relentlessly about the hazing case, but Tom had remained stubbornly tight-lipped and had revealed only the bare facts, much to Fuller’s indignation. Now Booker was gone, his rape was his own private hell and not something he could readily share with his friends. It was the source of his social withdrawal during the day, and a nightmare he relived in vivid color when he closed his eyes at night. But Tom felt he had no choice. To admit his failure as a police officer and more importantly,

After receiving the news about the murder, Jimmy explodes with emotions. “I remember, I was more afraid of my little daughter than I ever was of being in prison” (Dennis 34). This quote shows the fatherly love Jimmy had for Katie. It compared the strength Jimmy had through the rough times in jail and how afraid he was of losing Katie. Ultimately, Jimmy follows the wrong path. Jimmy not only fails to find his daughter’s murderer, but he also kills Dave along too. By looking though a psychoanalytic lens, one can interpret Jimmy’s fatherly instincts which are to try to unearth his daughter’s murderer no matter the cost.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

After seeing Louisa for a couple of times she told him a few interesting things. For example, the fact that the murderer rode off on a green bike was true. She knew that the murderer was a man who was a member of the Grasshoppers’ cycling club. He also studied anatomy and had a strange kind of money bag made of human skin.