Chapter 22 "Polly's Pocket"
She had to be quiet if she were going to continue to get away with this, but her nerves still weren't as calm as she'd liked them to be. As her hand turned the knob and the door slowly opened, she let...
She had to be quiet if she were going to continue to get away with this, but her nerves still weren't as calm as she'd liked them to be. As her hand turned the knob and the door slowly opened, she let...
It was Michelle Helm's birthday. A day she dreaded, quite frankly, and rarely celebrated these days. As she lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, she couldn't help but not want to get out of bed today...
Polly groaned as she pulled her pillow over her head and rolled onto her other side. The noise. God damn the noise had been ongoing for months now, and she was absolutely sick of it. Finally, after what...
These images that flashed before her in the dark on the small television screen were things she hadn't seen in years. Sitting there on the end of her bed, looking into this television screen - the television...
Everything hurt, his limbs felt heavy and his eyesight was blurred, but Liam knew he was alive. He could tell from the pain that he wasn't dead, because if he were dead, he wouldn't be in pain. He couldn't...
The doorbell rang, and Bea sighed, pulling her soaped up arms out of her sink. She wiped them off on the hand towel hanging off the stove and then walked across the loft to the door to answer it. As she...