“My picture’s on here, but it looks photoshopped. I take it that’s so we get through check in. How did that guy even have time to do this?” “I talked to him two days ago. I had him prepare them just in case. He hacked into the DMV site and obtained our photos. I tossed your purse out shortly after.” “So you knew you might be leaving town.” “I figured it might come down to it.” “And you just knew I would come with?” “More like I hoped you would.” I look out over the crowd of people. I spot a pay phone in the distance. I have to do it. I have to hear those messages from her. I know he won’t let me make the call once we leave here. I walk toward one. I can hear trig calling my name behind me, but I ignore him. I put the bags down by my feet once …show more content…
Call me back.” “Nine, this is really starting to freak me out. I haven’t heard from you since last night.” “If you don’t call me back in the next hour, I’m calling the police.” There are several of these type of calls. I listen from beginning to end. It’s not until I get to the very last one that I feel like collapsing. I grab on to the booth. She’s crying the entire message. “Jesus Christ. The news reports that guy I set you up with is a pimp and drug dealer, and that he’s missing. I saw his face on the television. I wasn’t honest when I told you that he called me first. I actually met him at a coffee shop and we sat down and had a cup or two. He said he was a business owner. He told me he runs a rehabilitation home that helps get young women off the streets. He says most of them own their own companies now. I kind of told him your story and he was so moved to speak with you. God, Nine. I’m so sorry. I had no clue. I just wanted better for you. I wanted him to talk to you, and encourage you to start doing something else. Me and Mr. V. talked over the phone a lot about helping you get out of this business. He said he would take care of it. I’m so scared. I just keep thinking that something bad has happened to you. Please forgive me. Call me, please. I know I never told you this, but I love …show more content…
I release a sigh of relief as we pass her. “My husband beats me?” I repeat quietly. “It worked. What are you complaining about?” We make our way over to notice that our plane is boarding, so we line up. The line begins to move quickly, and before I know it we are packing into the plane. We find our seats and settle in. Trig looks at me and then he pulls his wallet out. He hands me a picture from inside. “I thought you might want this.” I take it and unfold the picture. It’s of me and Jenny when we were about eighteen. I close it and hold it against my heart. I immediately look outside the window. I need a distraction to hold back theses tears. I understand why Trig didn’t tell me, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt just as bad knowing that she isn’t here in this world anymore. I unfold it again and look down. My chest starts to heave, but I won’t let it. I place one hand over my mouth. I drop my head, close my eyes and pray silently. I pray that her body is laid to rest and that wherever her spirit is that it looks after me. I can’t hold back anymore. I feel my eyes watering up. I shoot up from my seat. Trig grabs my hand. I look down at
"I... found out all about you like I know your parents and sister are gone somewheres and I know where and how long they’re going to be gone, and I know who you were with last night..."
In the distance, the phone is ringing away , pulling deputy director , Lydia Keller out of her mind and back into the station office. Lydia quickly picks the phone up and presses talk, “Deputy director Keller speaking”, a male voice replies,“ma’am, it's constable stilinski” the officer says " we have an emergency and Detective Deyes requests your presence immediately" Lydia let's out a soft breath, whatever's happened must be bad if she is needed at the scene. “whats happened?” She asked. There's a brief pause before stilinski answers "... we have a triple homicide and it's .. messy" Lydia remains expressionless, there's no place for emotions in a job like this “I'll be there right away” Lydia says, hanging up the phone. Lydia briskly walks
As the cop asked for backup, a million thoughts ran through her head: school, that cute intern at work, the volleyball squad, all gone. “I had no knowledge of this. I just met him at the club down the road. We decided to go for a ride. I’ve known him for no more than an hour!”
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
I faked a smile, I had learned from the best, my mother. I continued with my work, stuffing it into my bag. " So what did the landlord say? " Serenity glided back into the room.
Then suddenly she is gone; eyes frozen and filled with fear. Death is not immortality, it is merely a departure from life. It is inevitable it cannot be avoided nor should it be feared. She was taken from this earth at the age of 32; she had so much life left to live. Let’s not dwell on our significant loss, but instead focus on paying tribute
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
What do you want?” “It doesn’t matter who I am. It doesn’t matter what my name is.” He said a bit angry, but then he went on more friendly: “I’m going to help you out of this situation. You deserves better.
As we waited for the last few customers to leave he mentioned that he had been to prison when he was younger. He told me about the years of homelessness he went through after being released. I was shocked because I knew Terry mostly as just a hard worker. He said he was limited in his career options, so he tried to make the most out of his job at the Original Pancake House. I realized there was quite a difference between the people like Terry, who worked to support his family, and me, who worked for some extra spending money. Although our backgrounds and motives were radically different, the value of work remained the same. I started to see the importance of putting my full effort into my work, even if it is just a minimum wage job bussing tables. Thinking about this also made me realize how fortunate I am to grow up in a nice household and community with a great
I am in my room crying my eyes out once again. How did this happen? I thought we were fine. I thought everything was fine. My boyfriend of three years has broken up with me.
Maybe that’s why I did not cry. I wanted to be the one thing she could count upon as stable. I wanted her withered body under that sheet to know that I was her one success. I wanted to thank her and say yes, yes grandmother, yes; I am strong enough. I will survive.
“Now Banana Joe’s has a good atmosphere. There’s a lot of young kids looking for a good time and I like to help them out, but you don‘t want to get them too drunk so you have to watch. Go easy on the liquor. In that bar there is a lot of heads down bartending. Filling orders like crazy for like two hours, but as they slow down drinking there is more time to socialize.”
“How is this possible!? No one else has ever seen us before. How did she find out about us?” His eyes were fixated in my direction as if he was referring to me. I looked at him in amusement and said “I am not sure
“Did he confide in that guy you met with last night. What’s his name again?”