'Till Hell Freezes Over (BWWM)

'Till Hell Freezes Over | 1

A startled Toni wakes up to Meryl Streep screaming like a maniac.

"What the f . . ." she holds her head in her hands, sighing tiredly.

She'd fallen asleep watching Big Little Lies for the hundredth time.

Toni could never get enough of finding out that Perry was Jane's rapist all along. She figured that was the case considering the two had never been in a scene together.

Still, there was something heart-wrenching about the look on Celeste and Madeline's face when they saw the look of fear and shock on Jane's when she recognized the man who ruined her life.

Can't forget the excitement and relief of watching Bonnie push Perry's demented ass down the stairs.

Toni didn't encourage murder and tended to have a little sympathy for abusers considering most were continuing a violent, evil cycle that they were unfortunately born into. But there was something about Perry that drained the small amount of grace she might have possessed for him.

It was the way he cried in guilt, only to start the cycle all over again. The way he manipulated Celeste; buying her gifts and giving her affection. Getting her hopes up for a change that he knew he would never make.

As dark as the show was, Big Little Lies was a spiking hot cup of tea that Toni could never get enough of. That and well, she had a hard time getting into new shows and tended to overwatch and obsess over a series until she somehow moved on and got addicted to something else.

Toni let out a loud, obnoxious yawn and closed her laptop. She opens the curtains of her window to the breathtaking sight of Ocean Beach. It was a drastic change to the desert and grasslands in Santa Fe.

As beautiful as "The City Different" was, the writer felt that familiar desire of needing a scenery change. So, she packed up her converted van and drove west to San Francisco, one of the perks of being a traveling ghostwriter.

Toni checks her phone for the time. It was five minutes to noon; she had slept half of her day away.

Sleeping late usually wasn't a problem for her. But the deadline for a nonfiction novel she'd been working on was getting closer.

The story was two chapters away from being finished, but the impending completion time put her on edge.

Toni has been writing since she was a teenager and could earnestly acknowledge her growth as an author. But there was always that insecurity that the book was missing something. Or worse, she was a crappy writer despite having written a few books for celebrities who were too lazy or too busy to sit down and do it themselves.

Toni could proudly say that over five of her books had been turned into movies and TV shows at twenty-six. She might not have got the credit or the fame, but she got a hefty paycheck and a sense of gratitude for her hard work. She would choose to be in the shadows and life on the road over being in the spotlight any day.

Toni dragged herself out of bed and got ready for the day. She went for her usual all-black alternative style.

She wore a long-sleeve strappy corset with a v-hemline, black flared trousers with a strappy waist tie, and one of her favorite pairs of chunky heels.

Most would say her style was gothic, but she liked to call it alternative. She typically didn't wear dark makeup and didn't want to be put in a box.

Toni kept the jewelry simple with a black rose choker, matching dangle earrings, a celestial-themed ring set, eyeliner, mascara, and strawberry chapstick. Lastly were her dreadlocks which she simply put to one side over her shoulder.