Her Greatest Asset
that it was just a warning shot, without the intent of killing, although she was finally assured with only seeing the scene that the one who pulled the trigger was her own dad himself.
one pointed a gun directly at his head. She wasn't sure who he actually was, but the brooding intensity he was emanating around was enough to choke her throat against screaming. With ju
his steady, almost pleading gaze, tender and s
un, M
ly approaching toward her, shouting with all h
. She saw her dad's car parked innocently alone outside, and so there she went, but when she was about to open it, it secured itself from any intrusion. It was locked, and the keys might be on her dad. On the other hand, her hired driver and his car were inside Edward's premise, and obviously she couldn't go back.
e would triple the fare. Eventually he nodded and before the guards including Edward came, they were already on their way going somewhere, to where? She didn't know exactly, but she couldn't care less any longer. She was now at ease partly because of the smooth driving, however it was eviden
ably in the corner and just surrender and be fucked and imprisoned and later on just take her own life through falling to a bridge down the deep murky river and just be found a week after floating kilometers away from the site-already so white and started decomposing, when the driver meekly pointed to her face and told her to just give to him one of her earrings. To her it was a sort of revelation, and therefore without hesitation, she removed it hastily that her left ear even bled, but pain wasn't belong to the vocabulary of her current emotions, not
r death. Because what else? How else? How to make sense of the world and her life anymore but to make the most out of her pain and sadness and loneliness and sorrow, turn it into something tangible that would at least carry her (not otherwise) and to si
ce then moderately as if called, until a voice, a man's, behind the shadow, chillingly spoke. Her heartbeats skipped a lifetime for