“Stop give it back, Mom. That’s my computer, not yours!” He puffed out in rage. From behind the

So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson wouldn’t say a word — instead he began to throw suspicious look at his visitor and ask himself what he’d been doing at certain times on certain days of the week. Just as the latter was getting restless, some workers came past heading to the door for his restaurant, and Michaelis approach the chance to get away, intending to return later. But he never did. He supposed he forgot to, that’s all. When he gets outside again, a little later after seven o’clock, he was remembered of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson’s voice, loud and clear coming down-stairs in the garage.

I can feel another blow. Hear the creak of a door opening. But I can’t remember what happened after

Staring up at the house, she listened. The constant banging of the door against its frame, and the eerie sound of a malevolent snicker echoing throughout the empty rooms were the only sounds she heard.

After hours of waiting there was a knock at your door. You jumped up, excitedly bouncing over to it, but once it opened your expression fell.

“Let’s go. I can’t sit out here any longer.” Jane was already standing up, heading towards the house. I hoisted myself up, following her home.

Before she could think of one happy thought, a sudden slam from the door interrupted her.

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

Stay away from me.” Yells Aaron as he ran into the arms of Jasmine, squeezing her tight and not letting her go. Sophie is speechless. Does Aaron know the truth of Katrina’s death,? Sophie wondered. Jasmine looked away and looked around the house that had once been a bright happy family home, all the experiences are now faded memories. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air,” Sophie asked Aaron. They both walk outside and sit down the lushes green grass. Sophie still holding Jasmine’s diary holded it tight in her hands staring deeply into thick brown cover, but she wasn’t just captivated by the book she was overtaken by the red blood finger prints that laid on the bottom left hand corner of the diary. Aaron looks at Sophie, then at the house and then back at Sophie. He grabbed the diary from Sophie and opened it. He flicked through a few pages till he reached the exact page that Sophie had read earlier, grabed a pen out of his pocket, took a deep breath and started to write something “I know you killed my

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

I hear the sound of the door opening and we all disperse from the hug. I see my mother standing in the doorway with a bowl of fresh

Eren suddenly looked at me and cocked his head to the sided. When he did some of the hair from his long bangs got into his eyes. He blew them away before reaching out to me. Eren wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. I smile as I hugged him in response. I may need to cut his hair. I thought as I saw just how long it was. It reached all the way to the bottom of his back.

Nobody answered the door. All you see is cops coming threw the door. My mom freaked out. My brother and I started crying because we had no clue what was going on.

Patty awoke to the sound of her alarm clocking going off. She reached her arm out from under the covers and hit the snooze button. For a brief moment, in between sleep and waking. For a moment she almost forgotten that her father was murdered, that she would never be able t see him, touch him or hear his laugh again. All her troubles seemed so far away, like the where some part of a bad dream that her mind was forcing her to remember. Only it wasn’t one, it was her life now, the more she stirred under the sheets the more it sunk in. She had to live with the fact that her father was murdered, and he was never coming back. Just because he was gone didn’t mean she couldn’t do everything within her power to bring the men responsible to justice. She wiggled her way out from under the sheets, her hair a matted mess. She blew at a few strands of hair that fell in her face, they danced slowly within her breath before falling back to her face. She rolled her eyes, it was to early in the morning to worry about her hair.

As I met his gaze, his icy blue eyes sparkled like a storm cloud before lighting hit it, and I instantly fell for him. I sought out to fine a flicker of hope in his icy eyes but was unsuccessful. A cold breeze met the back of my neck, and I was instantly reminded of how my aching heart longed for his touch, for our galaxies to once more collide, and for him to wrap his arms around me to soften the blow of our collision. I came to a realisation that I had been glaring at him intently, he recognised the familiar expression that I wore. Our lips brushed, imperfectly and far from aligned, holding me tight to preserve the first burst of light where he touched me. It was as if he had took a sharp blade and with the very tip had carefully carved his