It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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Some days I feel like a stranger to myself. If I were to be watching over my life, this Annalise Montgomery would not be me.
I'd become so use to feeling bitter, that having sweetness crawl into my chest is odd. I thought I would be use to it after knowing Scott Walker for quite some time. Apparently not.
"I cannot believe you two right now." Reggie groans once I reach the bottom of the stairs and find him in his kitchen.
He slides a small cup of steaming water to me. "What's this for?" I ask and frown at the mug.
"It's boiled. I have no holy water, so it will do." My cheeks start to turn as he grimaces. "These walls are paper thin, Annalise. You can't hide anything here. I expect my shower to be scrubbed clean."
It might've been better if he said nothing. I didn't think anything was noticeable, especially since my hair is still somehow dry. Either way, I'm going to make Blondie's life hell for letting me come down stairs first.
"I don't know what you're talking about-"
"You'd have better luck fooling a deaf man." He says.
"Still don't know what you're talking about." I continue playing it off, and at that moment Scott walks down the stairs of his best friend's town house.
Reggie gags. "Really?" He shrieks. "In my house? Don't even try and hide it. Look at the colour of her face!" He points to me, then to Blondie who leans against the kitchen bench. "And your shit eating grin! I'm two seconds from vomiting all over your shiny shoes that are at the door!"
I cover my face with my hands and wish for the world to disappear. I don't know what we were thinking. At the time it was an amazing decision at the time, but now it's not so much.
I'd learnt that Scott and Reggie had begun going to a few occasional boxing classes when they have free time, after the both couldn't put up a fight to that old man. They thought learning technique would be good incase situations ever arose again- which I hope they don't.
Scott arrived at my apartment this morning unknowingly and called my phone until I got out of bed to answer the door. Since it is Saturday, I had no other plans so he dragged me with him to their lesson at the gym.
I simply sat and watched the entire time. I was definitely glad I was there. Being able to stare unapologetically at a shirtless Scott Walker while he was moving so gracefully was all the best entertainment. It was mouth watering.
