She lies awake, staring at Charles. He has his arm raped around her waist. He looks so peaceful, so calm. This was the first night she had spent with him in years. Old memories of nights they spent together lovingly in each other's arms flood her memory. "Dont forget the plan," millie reminds her She slowly frees herself of his grip and again starts searching his room. She quietly opens every cabinet, every bag, and checks every pocket in his pants and suite but finds nothing.Just when she was about to give up, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. It reflected the moonlight catching her attention. Something under the bed. She moves closer to it. It was a key, a gold key with a pink ribbon raped around it. "Hmm," she hummed, confused. She put the key in her pocket and made her way to the door. . In her room, she studied the key. It was bright yellow, no pure gold. Almost immediately, she remembered the large gold door hidden on the other side of the mansion.Her he
Deemed lights, scented candles, and the sweet scent of lavender dancing around the room. She seats in front of her large makeup mirror, brushing her light golden hair, painting her lips devil red and anything to make her more appealing. Her blue eyes become flooded with water and tears start to overflow ruining her massacre. She lifted her eyelids to stare at her reflection. What she was; a middle-aged woman, with wrinkles under her eyes, and black tears flowing under her cheeks. No wonder he didn't love her. No time for tears. She wipes her face and covers her face with powder. He'll be home any moment now. The table is set. She put in extra effort today, to prepare the food, so they could eat dinner together while having a conversation about work, just like the good old days. A smile crawls up her face, just as the door swings open. "Another one?" He slams the door behind him, yelling at someone over the phone "Tell those assholes I just got home and I'm too exhausted to deal
Sunlight from the window pierces her eyes. She opens her eyes and spots her beloved, wearing a black suit and getting ready for another day of work. He checks his phone after another ding drew his attention. He has his classic frown plastered on his wrinkly face, messages always annoy him, they always have something to do with work. But why is he smiling at this one, why are his lips curved upwards and his eyes glittering? Who sent him that message? His eyes glance towards the bed, where his gaze meets Emily's. The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily marrie
Morning again and her beloved is gone. He left earlier than usual today, he's probably sick and tired of her face.She doesn't take it to heart, she's sick and tired of herself too. This time she wakes up in her room. The room is luxurious and as wide as an entire apartment. She has large mirrors, wooden furniture, and many gold ornaments but he forbid her from keeping her old trophies in the room. Feet on the floor, she elevates herself from the bed. She reaches for a white silk robe, hung neatly by her dresser. She seats in front of the mirror, staring into her dead swollen eyes as she brushes her hair softly.She didn't realize that she had been crying last night Once again, she picks up the same routine. The same breakfast The same basement The same song The same dance The same loneliness The music leads her to her husband's room door, the door is polished dark drown and towers over her like a bodyguard intimidating her and stopping her from entering the room. She swall
Morning has arrived and she wakes up to a throbbing headache. She squints her eyes in the direction of the large window bringing in unwanted sunlight.It is time to get up, and the sun doesn't care that she's been lying awake all night thinking about the mysterious phone and the sound of her mother's voice.She covers her head with a blanket, trying to fall back to sleep but her headache won't let her. She gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She opens the cabinet to her left and pulls out some pills.The name, the expiry date and the ingredients were scratched out. All she knew about them where that they were blue and they help calm her down.She throws the pills in her mouth and swallows them with water. Her headache fights back and somehow gets worst."Fuck" she curses under her breath, groaning because of the intense pain. Suddenly her head feels heavy and her feet light, she loses balance and falls to the ground hitting her head at the edge o
Day, night, awake or asleep. It continues to torture her"Emily" it calls out "say something, play with me a little""please leave me alone" tears fall down her face. she hasn't gotten a minute of peace, her mind no longer belongs to her, and now she shares it with this beast.perhaps this was the universe punishing her for her continuous cries and her unstop complaints of being lonely, now she was not alone and it doesn't seem likeshe'll never be alone again."come on Emily, I've been doing everything to make you like me. we can be really great friends if you just cooperate with me""I have no interest in being your friend, please just leave me alone""Well I'm very interested in you and I'm not leaving until I get what I want" it sounds determined and is definitely not leaving anytime soon"What the fuck do you want from me?" she tugs her hair, pulling out some hair and bruising her scalp"Emily you're talking to yourself again" Charles struts into her room not even bothering to k
Charles Hensley, a businessman who runs a very successful chain of car repair shops. An ambitious man who wants to become governor, it's been his dream since childhood and now with a little hard work, it might become a reality.He's a hard-working 63 year old man, with piercing green eyes and black hair with natural gray highlights.He was well known for his good looks and toned body during his younger years, girls would fawn over him and he was admittedly quite the lady's man but he found his lifelong partner in Emily, a ballerina with golden blond hair. A girl who danced like an Angel, smiling brightly as she twirls around the stage, lifting her arms to the spotlight as though she were holding the sun. He fell in love with her at first sight, he couldn't think of anything else, it was like she was doing pirouettes on his brain. He dreamt of her, went to all her shows, watched her diligently every chance he got. He finally got the chance to meet her when he bumped into her on his
Isolation is the worst type of torture. You're consistently hunted by your own thoughts and your mind becomes your worst enemy. Emily is experiencing just that, with Millie calling her name day in and day out, planting seeds in her head that will soon grow into a tree bearing fruits of madness. she speaks about how the drug has been blocking her eyes, blurring her vision that she couldn't see what was right in front of her. She said the pills stopped her from speaking out about the way she was treated, that it held her vocal cords and damaged her thinking. really? would Charles do this to her? Would he drug her to stop her from speaking out? it all sounds ridiculous but at the same time it makes sense"He's seeing other women," Millie says in a whisper as if she is scared of other people hearing. "What?" "He brings them to the house, that's why he locks his door, that's why you found that shirt..." She accuses before getting cut off"shut-up" Emily roars, screaming as loud as h