On Your Knees, Don

ling the odds of this day while resting my h

while an inexorable lance of

Even the people that I thought I knew so well have turned into total strangers to me today. I can only see them as foes from th

hell he wants from me first. If he has any clues about my sister's whereabouts.

man. Daniel and that bitch are to blame for all these mishaps. And, oh, they better prepare their rotten asses for me. For messing with my s

and soul. We take a few corners that I don't really pay much attention to. It is obvious that I am in a place that I don't know

swiping the card, he beckons me inside. The door slams shut, and I lean motionless agai

a spacious dining area and liquor parlor, and the most comfy bed I have ever seen in a sleeping area. This actually looks like a real house. The d

range,

l the way to the high heav

his wristwatch, the cost of which I can't even begin to guess. It's a Rolex brand. And I attempted to

anxieties down my throat, but I almost choke on the heavy, em

ns

again as I gazed up into his eyes once more, which

gaze to his stone-cold persona, his arctic manner, the compromising place where we crashed on each other, and now the guns... I oug

y to land right in the arms of another. A God

I should have demanded that he leave me back there. I should have known better than to follow him. Now here I am, trapp

my back, but I don't worry about those. I'm twitching hysterically. I avert my eyes before th

ential harm. The fear of what lies ahead from this point on, the unknown. And the resentment I felt after being betrayed. The frustration of my unyielding, desperate search for my

ter. I can not be trapped in the world of these crim

ou hun

supported to eat

e my sixth sense and stay a safe distance from him. "For food, No!" I state,

hing obscuring us. "But I