1. “Stacey, Will you show our new
student around please? He is just
starting today and you are always so
happy,” the school secretary asked
Stacey. Stacey smiled at her,
nodding.
“Hi. I am Stacey. What is your-” She
looked at him startled. “Tom! What
are you doing here?”
“You know Tom, Stacey?” The
secretary asked happily.
“Yes. What is your first class? You
should not be tardy for it.”
“It is Algebra two,” he said staring at
her.
“Oh man. Come on.” Stacey went to
first hour with Tom on her heels. She
took her seat by Nate. Tom stood in
front of the class waiting to be
seated. Lance came in and took the
other seat next to Stacey.
“Who is that new kid? We should talk
to him at lunch.” Lance looked at the
new kid then glanced at Nate who
was looking at Stacey, “Stacey? What
is wrong? What happened so early
that made you mad? Jessica?”
“Class! Class! Quiet down. We have a
new student today. I would like all of
you on about your best behavior as
he introduces himself.” She smiled at
Tom. “Tom would you please tell the
class a little bit about yourself. And
then all of you tell something about
yourselves. OK. Tom, take it away.”
“Hi, I am Tom Flaker. I like sports
and hanging out after school. My
favorite food is pizza; candy is m &
M’s. I came here yesterday. I live in a
temporary home. Thank you.” He
looked at all of the students sitting in
the chairs. Nobody wanted to speak.
“Hi I am Lance Torrgerson. I like
sports but I don’t play. My favorite
candy is Skittles. My favorite person
is Stacey. I am adopted. And I love
the color blue.” Lance smiled at
Stacey. His blue eyes lit up. They
sparkled, happiness spilling out of
them. His brown hair not long but
long enough to be spiked a little.
Lance remembered his childhood.
Nobody could ever forget it. It had
been very cruel. His real parents were
killed. He got away with a few
scrapes. He was adopted a few
months after that.
His adopted parents were horrible to
him. He finally stopped breathing one
night, the final night he saw them.
They beat him so badly that no one
could tell he was white. The
neighbors called the cops for the
hundredth time. When they came the
parents were so tired they couldn’t
hide any weapons. It was all there.
Lance was in the hospital for months
recovering. While he was there, he
met Phillip. Phillip told Ben and Ben
came to see Lance too. Ben adopted
Lance when Lance was six.
“I am Stacey Winchester. I love the
color pink. I also love Lance. I am a
single child. I was raised by my
grandma.” She looked at Lance.
Stacey had lived with her grandma
until she was fifteen. She had to obey
Grandma’s rules. Clothes were old-
fashioned, School was in two pieces
(an earth quake hit and broke the
school in half). It had been horrible.
When she moved in with her dad,
everything was different. She had her
own room with a bathroom (which
was really big) and a walk-in closet.
When she shook Lance's hand she
knew it was love. She instantly fell for
him. Lance also fell for her.
“I am Nate Winchester. I love my
family. I have two blood-related
brothers. My brother, Phillip, raised
me.” He looked at Stacey and Lance
with a smile on his face. Nate’s dirty
blond hair was messy. His blue eyes
also sparkled, flowing with
happiness.
Nate always lived with Phillip (his
older brother but not his oldest
brother). Phillip loved Nate very
much. They treated each other with
respect. The rest of the class finished
while the three teens listened politely
Stacey stared at her blank paper until
the bell rang. Lance grabbed her
hand squeezing hard. Nate watched
them. Both boys look worried.
“Stacey is everything okay?” He
watched her as she moved her head
to look at him.
“No. I don’t feel good at all Lance.”
She had an upset look an upset look
on her face. “Will you take me
home?”
He looked at her pale face. Her curled
blonde hair just below her shoulders
added to her paleness. So did her
bright blue eyes. He looked at Nate.
Nate nodded. Lance smiled at Stacey.
“Of course. Let’s just get some things
from our lockers. Nate will you go to
the-“
“Yeah. I will be out as soon as I can.”
Nate walked down the hall.
Lance got one book out of each
locker, and met Stacey in the hall,
and helps her rest of the way to the
truck. Nate came out as Lance threw
their backpacks in the back of the
truck. When they went in the house,
Phillip came to Stacey’s side helping
her to the couch.
“She passed out, I have no idea what
happened.” Lance sat on the other
couch with Ben and Nate. “She was
fine this morning, but we split and
she was mad when I met her in class.
Is she okay?”
“Yes. She seems a little nervous, but
mostly scared. I can tell that
whatever happened made her body
freeze up. She is in shock.” Phillip
looked at the boys. His hair was short
and dirty blonde. His blue eyes
showed determination.
“Well something that might help us is
the new kid. She took him to first
class. She looked shocked, though. I
think she knows Tom.” Nate looked at
Phillip. “She didn’t talk to me at all.
When Tom told us about himself, she
gave him a look and I thought he
would die then and there.”
“Tom. He doesn’t look familiar. But
she must know him. Interesting I
thought Tom was nice.”
“Well let’s just ask her when she
wakes up.” Ben looked at Phillip.
Ben’s short hair was brown and his
eyes were blue. “Also you should
make cookies.”
Phillip went in the kitchen. Lance and
Nate got their homework out. Ben
started reading. Dominic came down
the stairs with Austin. Dominic’s
brown hair was cut short. His brown
eyes shining playfully around the
room. Austin’s dirty blonde hair was
also cut short. His blue eyes were
darker than Dominic’s. He was
Dominic’s best friend. He also
supported Nate most of the time.
Dominic teased everyone in the
house. His family thought it was
funny sometimes and annoying other
times. Dominic was the first to be
adopted. Then Austin. And Ben. They
all became friends fast.
Phillip loved helping people. He had
begged his mother to adopt Ben. He'd
told her Ben would die if she didn’t.
Phillip went to college to become a
doctor. He was a great doctor. He
was also a great cook. And it all
tastes delicious.
Two hours later, Stacey woke up
startled, breathing hard. Lance
appeared at her side. He grabbed her
hand and calmed her down. Phillip
came out of the kitchen to Stacey.
“Stacey, are you ok? How are you
feeling?” Lance asked. “It’s ok,
Stacey. You are safe.”

2. “Lance! Where is Tom? Where is he?
Don’t let-“
“Stacey! Calm down. He is at school.
Do you know him?”
“Yes. But Lance he is not at school!
He is waiting! Gun! Lance!” She
started to cry. “Don’t leave me alone.
Please. He is watching us.”
“I won’t leave you alone. What do you
mean he is watching us? What does
gun mean?”
“He is watching us. He will shoot us.
Darts.” She sobbed into his shoulder.
“It is okay, Stacey. Are you hungry?
You should eat. Let’s go in the
kitchen.” Lance helped her up. She
was weak and needed his support.
She wiped another tear away. “Sh.
It’s okay.”
Phillip was looking across the room at
nothing. He was piecing it all
together. He had most of it, but there
were still blank spots.
“Nate will you go help Stacey? Then
send Lance in here? Thank you.”
Nate walked into the kitchen and
Lance came back out.
“You want me?” Lance knew the
answer.
“Do you know anything I don’t?
Anything like how she knows Tom,
why he is trying to shoot us or
anything at all?”
“I will go find out. Phillip, she is a
little hungry which means she might
be hallucinating just a little.” Lance
smiled at Phillip “She might not even
know him. You can’t assume things
yet.”
Stacey called Lance to the kitchen.
Nate ran out as Lance walked in.
Stacey ate and felt a little better.
Lance sat in a chair next to her.
“OK. I am just wondering how you
know Tom? I mean I might be getting
jealous here.” He smiled at her.
Kindly but looked worried.
“Tom is my only ex-boyfriend. He was
a jerk and threatened me every day
to not break up with him. Daddy
made me come here. I never wanted
to see him again.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“Yes. He went to jail a lot. I've heard
he got kicked out of the state. The
FBI was going to get him but he
escaped.”
“Um. How did he get into our school?”
“Fake identity. He is good at fake ID.”
“Ok. So why is he here?”
“He is going to kill me. He never
wanted me to leave, but I did. Now
he will get revenge.”
“I won’t let him get to you. I
promise.”
“It’s not a choice. He will take me! He
has two guns and tear gas! Lance! I
don’t want him to hurt us!” She cried
into his chest. He hugged her. He
thought Tom was just another
teenager. But Tom was deadly.
After Stacey fell asleep Lance called
the adults in. They sat down around
him.
“I know a lot more now. Tom is a
deadly threat to us. He is going to try
to kill Stacey. Two guns and tear gas.
He won’t let her go unharmed.” Lance
looked at the table.
“How do they know each other?”
Phillip asked.
“Ex-boyfriend. Threatened her about
breaking up with him. Horrible boy.
We have to do something.”
“I can take him.” Dominic offered.
“No. We do this together. Tear gas is
deadly.” Phillip stared at the table.
“Yeah. I don’t think we can win this
by ourselves. Tell him to block off the
roads. It is going to be a tough fight.
We need to get Stacey out of here.”
Phillip said. “Let’s make a plan of
action.”
“I think Stacey should go with Carisa.
It won’t hurt either of them and
Carisa is already here.” Austin said. “I
can go with them too, so they will be
safe.”
“Are you taking Stacey?” Phillip
looked at Austin. “I don’t like this
situation. You follow Stacey
everywhere until this battle is over. I
will call you.”
“Phillip, what are you talking about?”
Carisa sat down in an empty chair
next to Austin. She smiled brightly at
Phillip. Her blonde hair was waist-
length and her blue eyes shone
brightly. She was Phillip's crush and
Phillip is hers and she is his best girl
friend. They have known each other
forever. She is a nurse and helps him
a lot in the hospital. “I don’t want to
be a part of a battle.”
“Carisa you aren’t Stacey needs
shelter. Don’t worry I am sending
Austin with you. You just have to get
Stacey away from Tom.”
“That guy who everyone has been
talking about? Wants to steal Stacey
away from Lance. I heard he is going
to terrible things to you guys. He has
been training himself for this fight
since she left.” Carisa’s blue eyes
shone with worry. “He studied you.
All of you. Apparently he has been
kicked out of the state because he
kept breaking out of jail. But I just
heard this from everyone in the
hospital.”
“Carisa, we will be okay. Trust me.”
Philip looked at Lance as he came
inside the back door. He looked
shocked but a little relieved. “Lance,
what did he say?”
“He is sending some people down.
Phillip I think Tom has studied us
really well.”
“Why do you say that? Have you seen
him?” Phillip looked concerned.
“Um actually, I don’t think I am going
to be able to fight Phillip. Rachael
knows what she is talking about. He
has guns.” Lance turned to show his
back. Two darts stuck in him. He
slowly sank to the floor. Phillip came
to his side. “There is something I
need to tell Stacey.”
“Stacey! Lance needs to tell you
something.” Phillip called to Stacey.
“Stacey, I love you” Lance said before
he passed out.
“Lance stay with me.” He had a fever
and looked just as pale as Stacey
when she came home from school.
Phillip looked at his family.
“The battle has begun. Carisa take
Stacey and Austin and go. Everyone
else get ready to fight.”
Carisa, Austin and Stacey left for
Carisa’s house. Phillip looked out the
window at the forest. Ben looked out
from behind Phillip.
“They know what they are doing. We
lost Lance for this battle. Let’s take
them and tell them who the boss is
around here.” Ben smiled towards
Phillips.
“We haven’t really lost anybody. He
was passed out.” He turned to Nate,
Dominic, and Ben. “Let’s do this.”
The family went outside to the tree
line. Looking in the darkness of the
trees, they saw figures moving
towards them. One figure held a riffle
pointed directly at Dominic. He looked
directly at the man with the gun.
“Tom?” Phillip asked to the crowd of
five. “I would like to talk to you.”
“About what? Your death.” Tom
laughed at his joke. “I don’t think
talking will help this case at all.
Surrender now or I will not only kill
Stacey I will kill all of you. You can’t
stop me.”
“Tom, Stacey is not here. She is in
town. You can raid our house but she
is not there.” Phillip looked at Tom.
“Why don’t we talk in Private Tom? Or
you can go home and we can forget
this ever happened.”
“Stop! This is happening. You are all

3. going to die. Nothing can save you
now.”
“Well I am sorry Tom but you are
wrong. See we have already won.”
Phillip said. Six figures in camouflage
grabbed all five boys. They dragged
them back to the jet they came on.
Phillip called Austin and told him to
come back. Lance awoke after Carisa,
Austin, and Stacey came back to the
house. He hugged Stacey sitting
beside her on the couch. He felt a
little better. Phillip told him to drink a
lot of water for the rest of the day.
“So I am guessing you lost.” Carisa
teased. She sat on the couch by
Phillip and Ben. “We never heard
anything. So what happened?
Everything looks normal.”
“We went out there and he had tear
gas. But there were some army
troops here behind him. They took
him to a special place.” Phillip smiled
at Stacey. “I am glad you are safe. I
don’t know what would have
happened if he had tear gassed us.”
“Phillip, I really didn’t want to find
out.” Ben said.
“Yeah. I am fine with the way things
worked out.” Austin smiled at Phillip.
“But you can do what ever you want
by yourself.”
“ Okay you guys, I am totally bored.
So let’s go celebrate! Pizza and
bowling!” Carisa said Ben and Austin’s
wrists and dragging them to the
garages.
“Sounds great.” Phillip said. He
grabbed his car keys and shut the
door behind him.
‘’’’’ 2
Part 1!
Zoey walks through the hall of the
huge collage she's attending for this
semester. She only made one friend
so far, Ryan. His eyes were a silvery-
grey, black neck length hair. His smile
could make you melt, his voice so low
but sexy. he lives alone in an
apartment a couple of blocks away
from the collage so no dorm. Lately
has been weird around here, 19 girls
went missing within a month in this
small town of Marksville, Louisiana,
And Ryan seems to show no worries
about this. He seems too happy since
it happened...too happy. "so you ever
considered getting an apartment
instead of staying with Miranda?" He
shot a glare at me but yet he has a
smile on his beautiful face. "no umm I
don't want one." Ryan chuckled, "oh
so you're gonna keep complaining
about her to me?" Zoey smiled, "of
course." Ryan has a warm laugh, it
seems as if he wouldn't hurt a fly.
"you can stay with me. If you'd like?"
Zoey felt a warm feeling in her
stomach. Does she like him? Of
course, who wouldn't? "yeah, sure, i'll
get my stuff. But doesn't the school
have a rule that girls can't stay with
boys?" Ryan smiles, "let me worry
about that." The bell rang to go to our
dorms. I walked into the tiny purple
room finding Miranda with her
boyfriend michy well she's inhaling
michy face. "can y'all at least go in
the bathroom to eat each others
face?" Naturally I got no answer. I sat
down on the bed bored while hearing
suckion between Miranda and Michy's
mouth. *ring bitch ring* then my
phone rang as I looked at the caller
ID. zoeys heart fluttered and She
blushed as She read Ryan "hello." he
didn't say anything for a moment...
"hey umm u can come now." Zoey's
brow raised. there's no way he's
ready for me to move in this quick.
But Zoey didn't care. she loved Ryan
more than anything. "oh wow umm
that fast?" Ryan chuckled. u could
hear his small squeak over the phone
"yeah sorry it took so long." Zoey had
to giggle. "ok ill be there in 30." Zoey
paused, waiting for Ryan to answer,
but he hung up {did he ignore me?
Or does he always do that?} Zoey
was so happy she couldn't remember.
She quickly packed her clothes and
items "Umm, Zoey? What the heck
are you packing for?" Zoey looked at
Miranda, "I'm leaving you bitch! Ryan
asked me to be his roommate," Zoey
said still quickly packing her things.
Miranda's eyes widened. "he's a
freak, don't." Zoey glared at her, "so
what he wears black? He's cute as
heck." Miranda glared back at Zoey.
"yeah I know he's hot but he's
twisted. he beats people." Zoey
ignored Miranda. "you just don't want
me to be happy, all u want is for me
to stay here and clean up ur shit."
Miranda rolled her eyes, "fine but
don't say I never warned you." About
an hour later Zoey arrives at Ryan's
apartment. He opens the door, looks
up and smiles. "hello Zoey welcome
home." Zoey couldn't help but blush.
He led her inside but Zoey couldn't
help but notice there was only one
bed. "umm Ryan, is there only one
bed?" Ryan smiled "because I bought
it with one bed." Zoey's smile grew
bigger. "you'll be shocked when u see
my hobby." Ryan looked at Zoey with
his big grey eyes. "what is it?" Zoey
smiled. Ryan jerked his head telling
her to follow him. A couple doors
down they arrived to a old wooden
door. As he opened it he told her not
to be scared, but Zoey couldn't
believe her eyes. Miranda was
right...He was Twisted.
Addiction, part 2
As Zoey's eyes widen and her minds
trying to adjust to what she was
seeing, she felt fear wash over her. A
girl that looked about 20, tied to a
chair with her mouth taped shut.
"WHAT THE HELL RYAN?" Ryan's
smile grew. As he walked closer to
the girl she attempted to scream
louder and she glared at me. "Isn't
she beautiful?" Ryan glanced at her
then back at me." I guess so but
what the hell are you doing to her?"
Ryan glanced at Zoey and made the
girl stand up. He looked into her eyes
and she grew quiet. He got close to
her and he took off the tape that was
forcing her mouth shut. "what are
you doing?" The girl's big brown doe
eyes glared into his. His lips touched
hers and he pulled a knife from his
pocket and forced it into her stomach.
Her eyes widen and crimson blood
ran up the knife touching Ryan's
hand. Soon Ryan pulled away and
blood seeped from her mouth and she
fell to the ground. Ryan took the knife
and licked the crimson off of the
silver blade. Zoey's heart stopped.
she couldn't believe what she just
saw. Ryan turned and walked towards
Zoey. "Don't you dare come by me!"
Ryan's smile faded. "I could never do
this to u. You're too important."
Zoey's brow rose. "important?" Ryan
looked down with sorrow bleeding
from his eyes he looked up with
tears, "I can't lose you that's why
you're with me." Zoey backed up
several steps. "what do u mean?"
Ryan smirked. "if u die from
anything, sickness, old age, or
anything, at least I'm with u, you're
not dying alone." Zoey couldn't wrap
her mind around what the hell he was
saying. "so your plan is to protect me
or something?" Ryan paused, wiping
his tears. "that and I love u." Zoey
was shocked by his words. he loved
her? "please don't tell anyone."
Ryan's expression was serious but

4. deadly. "okay I won't." Zoey was so
blinded by love she couldn't see what
just happened.
"But what are u gonna do with her
body?" Ryan smiled "I'm no dumbass
that will choose the most obvious
places." Zoey raised her brow. "I
don't put them in rivers or
underground or any of that crap u see
on tv. Because you'll never suspect a
dead body in a graveyard." He smiled
and winked.{this dude is insane}
Those words haunted Zoey. "so those
other 19 girls?did u do anything?"
Ryan stopped and smiled "umm yeah
kinda." Zoey furrowed her brows
"kinda?" Ryan chuckled "okay yeah I
did." Zoey glared at him "why do u do
this?" Ryan's smile shrunk "because I
like to hear women scream." Zoey
paused "Y DONT U BECOME A PORN
STAR?" Ryan chuckled "because I like
fear not pleasure." Zoey's heart sank.
Is this really the man she wanted to
spend the rest of her life with?
"you're insane, do you know that?"
Ryan smiled. His eyes glistened in the
moonlight. "yes, I am aware."
Addiction part 3
Zoey blinked. "You know you're
insane?" Ryan smiled and looked into
her eyes. "I....I'm not sure. I know
I'm not normal. Most men don't stab
women for pleasure." Zoey smirked.
"Or drink blood" Ryan smiled. "No
most men wouldn't."
Was Zoey actually falling even harder
for him? even after seeing what his
"hobby" is. He grabbed my hand and
led me to the couch and sat me
down. He plopped down beside Zoey
with the remote. Zoey couldn't help
but blush to see Ryan this close to
her. He looked into Zoey's eyes and
put his arm around her and turned to
the tv. Naturally, Zoey blushed more.
The tv made this weird static sound
as the screen lit, as it lit you could
see a woman on the floor and a police
report. As the picture got clearer
Zoey realized that was the office of
their school.
"Oh my god, Turn it up." Ryan rolled
his eyes and took a deep breath from
frustration and pressed the volume
button.
"Woman named Marie Gale reported
missing. She was a worker at a small
town college in Louisiana. We remain
unknown as to her whereabouts but
police are still searching. This is it
until Tomorrow's news."
Zoey instantly glared at Ryan. "Did u
do this?"
Ryan took a deep breath. "I had no
other choice."
"Why did u do that?"
"You remember when you asked me
about how the school didn't let boys
and girls live together unless they're
siblings?" Zoey raised her brow.
"Yes, you said you would..." Zoey
paused. "so u killed her so u could be
with me?"
Ryan looked down.
Zoey was terrified but yet her heart
sank deep and her love grew
stronger.
"I'm sorry. I just want to be with
you."
Zoey's eyes watered. she never had a
boy feel this way about her. He would
kill for her...literally.
"I think you need some rest. You look
exhausted." Ryan placed his hand on
Zoey's shoulder. His touch was
gentle, heartwarming, alluring, she
loved it.
"Yeah,I do"
Ryan led Zoey to the bed and kissed
her forehead. Zoey was floating and
she never wanted to come down.
"Good night" Ryan's eyes twinkled
and Zoey couldn't help but to look
straight into them. As Ryan walked
away Zoey's heart ached.
That night she dreamed of velvet
blood splattered across Ryan's face
and a girl was on the floor. It seemed
like she was in pain. Ryan turned and
looked at Zoey. he smiled then he
leaned forward and slid the blade on
the girl's throat. as she bled he glared
at her. He turns to Zoey, walking
towards her, but she didn't move. she
knew he wasn't going to hurt her. He
dropped the knife and placed his
hands on Zoey's cheeks and his lips
attached to hers for a small moment
and he said wake up, wake up. Zoey
opened her big brown eyes and flew
up finding Ryan standing there.
"Slept good!" His body was thick, He
had a 12pack and the V.A body that
women would die for. Zoey felt
herself drooling...literally she was
drooling, little spots on the blanket
proved it.
"Yes I slept very well. Did u sleep at
all?"
"Yes, on the couch."
A sudden guilt washed over Zoey. He
could've sleep with Her.
"Oh why didn't you use the bed, I
mean I don't mind."
Ryan's eyes met Zoey's. his smile
grew. "No, It was your first night I
thought u would be a little more
comfortable without my presence up
your ass."
Zoey smiled. "You know for a vampire
psycho ur sweet"
Ryan smiled. he looked up at me. his
expression was so innocent, sweet,
heart melting. honestly, Zoey forgot
about him killing. He walked to Zoey
and took her hand and stood her up,
his muscular arms wrapped around
her and got close to her. He leaned in
and his lips slowly touched hers. this
is a moment Zoey had been dreaming
about since they were 15. she knew
him for 5 years...it seriously took 5
years for this to happen? As he slowly
pulled away his eyes dropped to the
ground, Zoey's smile grew and she
pushed her hair behind her ears. He
looked up at her.
"You have no clue how much I love
you." Zoey blushed. she never
wanted this moment to end.
Addiction part 4
Zoey walked through the crowded
halls of Lasas College. She could hear
people talking about the
disappearance of the Dorm director.
Miranda walks up with a fierce look
on her face.
"So how are you and the vampire
doing?"
Zoey's eyes widen {talk about a
vampire} "We're awesome, thanks for
asking."
Miranda's lips curled into a small
smile, the first time Zoey ever saw
Miranda smile. "Yeah people say that
she ran away with her boyfriend."
Zoey wished that was true. She
couldn't handle the thought of a
innocent woman being killed for her
and Ryan's happiness.
"Well I don't know. I hope they find
her."
"I know right it's sad. Ya know I hate
the fact people can do that to others I
mean, who kills for pleasure?"
{Ryan Clain} Zoey whispered in her
small mind.

5. All day Zoey heard about the dorm
director's disappearance and now
she's going home with her murderer.
she set her bag on the bed and
waited for Ryan to arrive. After about
an hour of waiting Zoey looks out the
window finding Ryan with another
girl. Her stomach twisted and turned
wishing she wasn't watching this but
her eyes couldn't rip away from the
sight of him. He was what she
wanted, he was her dream. As she
kept watching he leaned her back,
she flow backwards with Ryan's arms
supporting her. He slowly takes his
knife out of his pocket and slid it
across he neck. she coughed, he pulls
her back up and kisses her, then he
licks the blood from her neck. The
crimson colored liquid all over his face
just like in her dream. He drags her
to the apartment.
"Zoey, can you give me a hand?"
He ran to the bathroom while Zoey
stood with the bleeding girl in her
arms. Then Zoey felt movement, as
she looked the girl said in a raspy
whisper "he's no good."
"Sadly I know."
Zoey felt sick to her stomach for
letting him do this, for not helping
her, but it seems like his love was the
most important. Ryan walked out of
the bathroom clean, no blood left,
and with a old sheet he gently takes
her and wraps her in the sheet,
without a drop of blood hitting him
nor the floor. You could tell he'd done
this before.
"What're you doing?"
Ryan's sweet smile grew. "my thing."
He ran out the door and put her in
the trunk of the old dodge Viper.
Zoey followed him. he grabbed her
hands. "Thank you. can u do me one
more favor?" Zoey glared into his
eyes but she said nothing. Nothing at
all just grey and black no emotion, no
remorse, no...nothing. He had no
soul. Zoey's eyes watered to know
what she just had done. it took her
seeing the emptiness in his eyes to
make her realize she messed up...big
time.
"No. No you will not do this again."
Ryan's eyes widen. Zoey ran to the
apartment and grabbed her keys. as
she turned Ryan stood in the door
way.
"What're you doing Zoey?"
"You will not do this no more!"
She ran and pushed him. he stumbled
back. She ran to her small Toyota
Tacoma. As she started the car Ryan
was already in the passenger's seat,
without her ever noticing how he'd
got there.
"Please don't! I...I can't be exposed,
you have to understand." Zoey's eyes
glared at him. she grabbed her keys
again and ran towards the viper...his
worst mistake, giving her the spare
key. She started up the muscle car
and zoomed out the parking lot onto
the road. A rush of thoughts ran
through her head {why am I doing
this, I love him? I'm doing the right
thing, he has to be stopped!} as she
pulled into the sheriffs office's parking
lot, she ran inside and told them
everything she knew.
"So your friend Ryan did this?"
Zoey struggled "yes, he did. he
buried them In graveyards."
The cop's eyes widen. "Is he a
genius?"
"No he's insane, crazy, psycho."
Zoey showed the cops the girl and
what he'd done to her. She led them
to him and when they went to
confront him he smiled and glared at
me. Zoey waited and waited for
results but the cops found no
evidence, just my word against his.
At least they found the girls' bodies.
But my question was, How did he get
himself out of it?
Addiction part 5
She walked into the apartment,
unaware of how she can even look at
Ryan but Ryan approached her with a
warming smile and gave her a kiss on
the cheek.
"What's wrong, you seem tense?"
"How did u get out of it?"
Ryan chuckled "baby, I have my
ways. Follow me."
He grabbed Zoey's hand and led her
to the bed and laid her down. He
kissed her neck while his cold hands
ran and down her small body. Then
Zoey couldn't help herself, she pulled
him closer and ripped his shirt off his
thick body as he smiled as she
unbuckled his pants, his hands found
themselves on her hips slowly pulling
off her shorts. Then Zoey wrapped
her legs around him, then stopped.
She looked at him with a confused
look.
"After all I did to you, you're gonna
have sex with me?"
"I love you"
Ryan stood up and looked down at
Zoey who was half dressed on the
bed.
"I'm so sorry"
He pulled out a gun and pointed it at
her. Zoey screamed. then a shot. The
blood splattered against the walls.
Ryan shook with anger and sorrow,
he killed the most important woman
in his life. The mother of his soon to
be baby.
Love & Remorse”
By
Nabil.M.Mohamed
It is night, the sky is very dark, the
wind is so cruel, leaves tremble
strongly, they seem to lose their
tranquility, and there is no sound but
their trembling one. And there, under
one of the shaking trees sat she; her
arms are folded together, her eyes
are fixed on the ground but suddenly
she saw a figure before her, a tidy
man standing before her, he took her
hand and kissed them, she closed her
eyes in calm as if feeling safe, then
he vanished. She opened her eyes
turning around looking for him,
feeling the heat of his hands and said
“what a beautiful moment in the age
of sorrows” and then walked away
with her pain thinking that it was only
a dream, a cure for a little time but it
really works. She felt some relief for a
moment, then she moved away
through the wind and departed.
Every night she comes and sits in the
same place ignoring every thing
around her, looking for this ghost to

6. cure, to lessen her pains even for
another moment. It seems that she is
sinking in a deep pain that stands in
her memory and in her heart as well.
After seven days of despair, she
decided in the seventh night to leave
the place and not to be back as her
pains increased by this subtle shape
she saw seven nights ago, and in the
last moment of despair, she began to
collect herself and leave, she closed
her eyes and tears began to flow over
her cheeks. And when she opened
them, she found him again, a smile
was only her expression, she seems
to be like a missing child that found
his mama. She stood attentively and
begged him not to leave her again,
not any more, she asked him in a
broken voice expressing her burdens
about his name, the answer was not
returned, he still stands looking in her
eyes in a bashful way but vigorously
as well. She asked him again but
silence was the answer, nothing but
silence. The wind is blowing more
strongly especially in this time of the
year, it is fall and every thing is
disturbed like her feelings. He began
kissing her hands again but this time
she was afraid to close her eyes lest
he might leave and she hastened
asking him in a low voice: “who are
you?” and finally he answered: “I’m
your reflection” she was astonished of
this weird answer and said: “what?
My reflection?!”. She was silent for a
moment and then continued: “what
reflection you mean, sir?” He said
“your inners, your remorse”. She
returned to ask him: “you mean that
you are a ghost?” he answered: “I’m
your remorse, your feelings”. She
was extremely surprised of his
answer and he continued “I’m your
inners, I feel every step you take,
every decision you make, I’m in heart
and mind, I’m the sufferer of your
pains, I’m the one who will help you.”
She stood without uttering a word
looking in his eyes as if a river of
affection runs between them, she is
now feeling some relief mixed with
her astonishment, fear and desire:
she seems to have a very bad
experience that shakes her life upside
down and he seems to her a cure for
her pains, an end in other words. She
got some courage and asked him:
“why should my remorse be a man?
Isn’t it a woman? He smiled and said:
“a man because what remains in your
heart is a wreck of a man, the man
who stood in your memory, firmly in
your heart and you lost him” she
said: “ I’m at a loss, you seem to be
for a time a relief of my pains and in
the meantime, you relive my
experiences and my pains, what
exactly do you want? “Justice” was all
the answer. “What justice so you
seek, am I to blame?” a smile went
over his face and never answered,
she became out of her moods saying
loudly: “am I to blame?” he then
said: “look, search in your memories
and I’m asking you one question, was
he the reason?” she then said: “you
came to seek revenge for him” he
answered: “ I don’t seek any
revenge. I said I seek justice of
hearts and minds, I want you to look
in your heart and you’ll find a wreck
of a man, a dead heart that was
stabbed by his lover, killed by the one
he cherished, and loneliness became
a part of his life and sooner it seems
to be yours”. He stopped dropping
her hands and looked to her eyes and
saw the disturbance in his eyes and
he said: “look at the trees around
you, they are trembling as your
heart, they are shaking as your mind,
you are totally disturbed, for you now
not only feel the emptiness of your
life but also the sin of it”. She was
silent. He continued: “ you are
sinking in a very deep sea of
loneliness, a very wide gap between
your heart and your mind, between
your emotions and thinking, between
your affections and decisions but
alas! The last one won the game and
you decided to kill an innocent heart
by your unjust decision”. Then she
began to feel the words, she was
trembling even more than the trees
around her and said “indeed, you
revenge” and looked at the ground
again pretending being guilty, he
continued: “ I was here for the seven
nights you spent here waiting for me
and for the seven past years, you
began the relation and the seven
words you ended it with?” She looked
at him feeling herself as if in a court
of justice but her snobbery led her to
say loudly: “he ignored me” he
interrupted her saying: “don’t you
know that your history is mine and I
lived what you had lived, no more lies
please, you have a great affection but
for whom; for yourself, not for any
body else, you killed a pure heart that
saw nothing but you. So, you ignored
him, didn’t you?”
She began to feel anxious and
disturbance arose in her eyes, her
snobbery hinders her of admitting her
guilt, and she tries to escape by
asking again the very question she
asked before: “why should my
remorse be a man, I can’t challenge
you”
“Simply because you are the guilty
one” he interrupted her. She said: “so
always men seek the power and leave
us nothing, only their opinions and
ours are ignored, why shouldn’t you
be a woman? My remorse should be a
woman” he laughed again knowing
that she makes all that to escape.
She continued: “don’t laugh again,
you piss me off, I will not complete
this conversation with you, I don’t
want to see you again” she turned
her back to him but she found him in
the other side laughing and he is now
teasing her more and more, then he
continued: “I’m not an ordinary man,
I’m an airy man, a remorse, I’m your
lover’s remorse, there was a great
affection of him towards you but….”
He was silent.
“And what Mr. Remorse? What? But
let me ask you one question, you
don’t seem like my ex-lover? How
could you be his remorse?”
He said “has anybody seen his
remorse before?” she answered “no”
he continued: again: “ and your
remorse is a beautiful remorse that
lives in your heart but she is
imprisoned in the ivory cell of your
loving of yourself, we always used to
meet each other, and we were two
lovers, affection was our basis in love
and we weren’t like you humans.
With your faults and miseries, you
never loved him and imprisoned your
love and your remorse in a very tight
passion, that is your heart but he set
me free with his love for you, then….
He was silent as if he seemed to be
very sad.
She began to feel sorry and asked
him in a broken voice: “and then?”
“He said you killed him away and said
you never loved him and by this you
broke a pure heart and killed a pure
lover suited for you. You loved
nothing but yourself may be love a
small word to express his affection
and now he is away and your remorse
is now dying within you but I decided

7. not to leave him. You asks me who
am I, I am the wreck of the man that
loved you, I am the heart that bled in
your love, so I decided to make you
feel lonely, lonely like a rose in the
desert, like these leaves in the face of
the wind, no resistance and I want to
save my world and my earth which
trembling under me?” she
interrupted: “and what is your
world?” “My heart in which I live, my
love which is imprisoned in you and I
am dreaming of setting him free.”
She is now crying and her tears ran
on her cheeks like rivers and he with
the most pitiful way, wept them and
she looked in his eyes, so sad, feeling
guilty of what she had done with the
one that loved her and she feels his
remorse like an echo for him and he
feels his powerful emotions, then her
love of herself and her snobbery are
being melted, her bad moments are
going away, her cruelty are flying
with the wind to unknown areas. Her
guilty feeling kills any bad moment
and her remorse began to revive, her
emotions began to stir, she began
looking for the one who loved her.
The shape began to look at the sky
and it was dawn and the sky was
lightening slowly, the pains of the
night and of the past was sinking
away. He smiled and said to her: “this
is our life, every night is followed by
light and we gain nothing but
experience, allow me now to take my
lover and fly over moons and clouds.”
She said smiling: “ and leave me
alone again” he replied: “ of course
not, you will wait exactly seven
minutes and your pure lover will
come, he comes every morning,
remembering what you said to him,
seven words that ended him (I cant
love you any more, go away) isn’t it?
So since he come every morning and
leave in silence, helpless for missing
you”
“Please, stop this, take what you
want to take and fly merrily for this
will be the end of sorrows and the
dawn of love” said she.
“But with one promise” said he “never
tell him my story and try to show him
your regrets and sorrows for leaving
him for this may lessen the pain you
caused before, promise?”
“I promise you to do so”
“Happy days, happy love, happy
hearts, I must go now he is coming at
the end of the way”. He came and
two eyes met each other with
happiness and sorrow, with rejoicing
and regretting for leaving one another
all that period and of course it was
the dawn of love
The End... 3333
There is a visible bead of sweat
running down Russell’s temple and
into his sideburn. His tuxedo looks
too tight, and he is running his hand
through his hair—his nervous habit.
His exquisite, hazel eyes are burning
a hole into the back of the church
doors. I know he's questioning his
decision to get married at twenty. We
both agreed that twenty-five is the
earliest we would get married, but
things change. He said that age
doesn't matter when you know it is
love. Our eyes lock for a brief second,
and I am thrown back into the
memory of the first night that he told
me he loved me.
"So, you said you had something for
me?" I eyed him curiously as I got
into his car. Russell isn't one for
giving gifts. His color looked a little
off, like after the time we went on
Tower of Terror at Disney World
moments after eating deep-fried
cheesecake.
"It's not exactly something tangible.
It's just something that I want you to
know." He looked so serious that I
almost laughed. The expression didn't
look right on his face. He was a great
white shark trying to look nonchalant
around seals. Russell doesn’t do
serious, and that made it hard trying
to know where I stood with him.
"Ok, what do you want me to know?"
He took a deep breath, and out came
the words, "I love you."
"What?," I asked skeptically. I knew I
misheard him. The idea that he could
love me was preposterous at the
time. We were only eighteen, and I at
least had no idea what love was.
"I love you. I'm in love with you."
That moment changed both of our
lives forever. It led us to the very
church that we are in right now. All of
our friends are here--everyone from
high school and college. We have had
the same friends since the summer
before senior year when we met.
They are all smiling and eagerly
awaiting for the reception, so that
they can take advantage of the open
bar. I smile inwardly at the thought.
I look up at the priest and he asks
Russell if he promises to love and
cherish his bride forever.
"I do," he says a little too breathy. I
flush.
The priest smiles and says,
"Charlotte, do you promise to love
and cherish Russell forever?"
"I do."
As everyone tries to make their way
out of the church, the maid-of-honor
whispers in my ear that she knew this
day would come. I grin at her and
nod. I knew this day would come
too.
That's the problem. What do you do
when you know the love of your life is
going to marry the love of their life,
and it's not you? I walk off to my car
as Russell and Charlotte get in their
limo. I know I am mere seconds away
from falling apart, and I can't let my
friends see that. They think I'm fine
with this. They actually think I am
fine with watching Russell, the man I
was dating a year ago, get married to
someone he met eleven months ago.
As I am getting into my car, I wonder
what I am going to do with my life.
My sun rises and sets with someone
who is married. I open the glove box
and pull out the bottle of vodka I
bought earlier this morning. I could
drown all of my sorrows with it, but I
decide against it. Russell told me that
you can’t find any answers at the
bottom of a glass.
I start my car and head towards my
apartment. I know my boyfriend will
be there waiting for me, and I decide
to take the long way back. I met my
boyfriend two months before the
wedding, and he is perfect in every
way possible. He calls when he says
he will, he never cancels our plans,
and he even gave me flowers after I
had a dream that he cheated on me.
A girl could not ask for a better guy,
but I don't feel anything towards him.

8. At first, I thought it would just take
some time to have feelings for
someone else. I think I know better
now. A part of me broke when I lost
Russell, and there is nothing I can do
to fix it.
I heard that F. Scott Fitzgerald once
said that people have a fixed amount
of emotional capital that can be used
up, but not replenished. Once your
capital runs out, you have nothing left
to give--even if the right person
comes along. The right person came
along for me, but it was too late. I am
already damaged; irreparable.
Suddenly, I realize I am parked in my
parking spot outside of my
apartment. I do not remember how I
got here, so I decide right then and
there that I won’t drive anywhere
while thinking about my life choices.
Once the car is safely turned off;
however, I am free to think about
what I want. Unfortunately, my
thoughts always find their way back
to Russell and our last night together.
“You don’t have to say it back, but it
would be nice if you said something.
Anything.”
I was staring at Russell, and I was
speechless. I was trying to figure out
why he would tell me that he loves
me. I convinced myself that he had
ulterior motives, but I did not know
what they were.
“Are you just saying that so I’ll sleep
with you?” I immediately regretted
saying this.
“What? No! I’m saying it because I
mean it. I’m okay with waiting. I
thought you knew that.”
“You broke up with Betty because she
wouldn’t sleep with you. Why would
you stay with me if I’m not sleeping
with you?” I am practically yelling at
myself inside my head to shut up, but
I don’t.
“I didn’t break up with her because
she wouldn’t sleep with me. I broke
up with her because she was trying to
change me, and because I met you.”
He looks like I just kicked his puppy,
even though he doesn’t have one.
“Okay.” Why am I doing this? The
guy I am crazy about just told me
that he loves me, and I accuse him of
saying it so that I’ll sleep with him.
Why couldn’t I just tell him that I love
him too?
“Do you love me? Or do you think you
ever could?”
“I don’t know, Russell.” Yes, I do
know! I love you!
“What do you want to do? Do you
want to stay here and talk about this,
or do you want to go home?”
“I want to go.” No I do not. I do not
understand what is going on. Russell
looks genuinely upset and in pain. It
is in that moment that I realize what
I’ve done. I’ve lost the one person I
want to be with because I thought so
lowly of myself that I thought I didn’t
deserve his love.
Now, I feel numb to everything. I exit
my car and walk over to my
apartment. My boyfriend opens the
door before I can turn my key all the
way to unlock it.
“Hey, how was it?”
“Fine. Everyone had a good time.
Nikki caught the bouquet, so
everyone thinks she and Matt will get
married next.” I have no idea who
caught the bouquet because I didn’t
stay long enough to see it get tossed.
“That’s funny. They’re all wrong
though because we are getting
married next.” He smiles his shy
smile at me. The one he has just for
me when he says something that he
thinks might come off as too forward.
I smile back.
“Can we stay in tonight? Maybe watch
some Jersey Shore, so that I can feel
like I have my life together.”
He nods his head and we make our
way to the couch. I sit down next to
him, and consider my options. I could
do the right thing, and break his
heart. I could also do the wrong
thing, and stay with him and try to
make him as happy as I possibly can.
Who knows, maybe Fitzgerald had it
all wrong. Maybe we can replenish
our emotional capital. Maybe I can
fall in love again. I know that Russell
is gone, and that part of my life is
over. Maybe I can start over, and do
things right this time.
“Hey,” my boyfriend whispers in my
ear. “I love you.” He kisses my
forehead.
“I love you, too.”