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Five Days Later…   We’re all gathered backstage. I fumble with the large buttons at the collar of my blouse, flicking them between my thumb and forefinger in an effort to relieve some of the tension I feel. I’m super fidgety and I hate how much it shows. I do a few breathing and posture exercises as I mentally prepare myself for tonight. For all of tonight. The week has breezed by and it’s already Saturday. The day of the big performance is finally here. There are only twenty minutes… अधिक पढ़ें

I slip into the office space quietly, and suddenly, I’m even more anxious than I was before. My heart is pounding hard in my chest, and I’m finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. I’m immediately greeted by complete silence that is punctuated only by the soft rustling of paper. I notice the wispy sounds are coming from a woman seated at a desk just a few feet away, her face slightly obscured by the desktop monitor in front of her. Her head is slightly bowed, her eyes… अधिक पढ़ें

I look through my window and my eyes drift upward to the seven-story building. I look back at my GPS for the fifth or sixth time, making sure I’m at the right place. Again. I don’t know why I keep re-checking. Nicole already told me it would be a seven-story building when she gave me the address. The thing is, what I’m looking at right now looks absolutely nothing like the headquarters of a high-end escort service. At least not from the outside. I mean, I don’t exactly know what… अधिक पढ़ें

Just then, I see Gran coming through the back door from the corner of my eye. I turn toward her. She looks worried, distressed almost, but as soon as she meets my eyes, she quickly changes her expression and offers up a smile. I frown slightly, wondering why she looked so distraught just a second ago. She’s trying to hide something from me. I know it. But I also know, that as stubborn and headstrong as she is, she won’t tell me what it is. As she walks up to… अधिक पढ़ें

Okay, I’m pretty sure my eyebrows just jumped off my face and into my hairline—kind of like how Liams’ wanted to just moments earlier. My feet are immediately frozen in place, almost as if they’ve been physically cemented to the floor. My legs feel foreign, like a pair of oversized ice blocks, their weight suddenly too heavy for the rest of my body. A surge of ice shoots through them and flares throughout the rest of my body, making an especially notable impact as it slithers through my spine, and… अधिक पढ़ें

Rambunctious laughter erupts from the living room, and I immediately recognize the boisterous sound; Karl Vallemosso, grandpa’s life-long best friend. A moment later, I hear Gran’s hearty laugh as well. I take a peek in their direction from the corridor and I can’t help but smile in gratitude. I’m glad she has so many good people around her who love and support her. I’m also glad to finally see a genuinely happy smile on her face after so long. I haven’t seen or heard her smile and laugh like that… अधिक पढ़ें

I’d managed to beat the worst of the impending snowstorm last night, but not by much. Thankfully, the forecasts don’t expect any more snowstorms for the rest of the weekend. The memorial service doesn’t start for another two hours, but I’m already showered and dressed so I figure I’ll set the table for later. I grab a bunch of paper plates from Gran’s pantry, and I can’t help but notice how they’re vibrating, but only because the hands that are holding them are trembling. Truth be told, I couldn’t get… अधिक पढ़ें

“Holy shiz-nit, Trix! Are you really telling me you…” I’m not even sure I can say it out loud. I can’t bring myself to say that she fucked him. For crying out loud, I can’t even picture both of them together! It just seems way too strange. Jordan is Drake’s long-time best friend, for goodness sake, and is pretty much an older brother to Trixie by default. I guess she doesn’t see it that way, at least not anymore, and from what she’s telling me, apparently neither does he. Trixie… अधिक पढ़ें

I’m pacing around my apartment like a madwoman, tossing around piles of papers and clothes and everything else that’s in my way. My keys. Oh God, where the hell are my keys? My movements are getting more and more frantic with each passing second that I can’t find them. I don’t understand. I just had them. Where the fuck did they disappear to? Ugh! Of all the fucking times for something like this to happen! I run my hand through messy hair, disheveling it even further as I try to… अधिक पढ़ें

Even though my legs currently feel like they have the fortitude of straws, they somehow manage to carry me off into my bedroom. I absently kick my boots off my feet as I put my hair up into a ‘pineapple’; a practice that my night-time routine has dictated for the last decade or so of my life. I change into my pajamas with far more effort than I think a person should require to change clothes. Twenty minutes later, I’m lying in my bed with freshly brushed teeth, an empty… अधिक पढ़ें