Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
AN: Hello, I hope this 10k word chapter makes up for my absence ..... ;)
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Yesterday was an absolute shit show.
A day I didn't want to remember but my inability to sleep due to the overwhelming taunts of Harry's low voice kept me wide awake staring at my ceiling wondering what I did wrong to deserve treatment like that.
I haven't hurt him. At least not to my knowledge and now I'm paying the price for something I don't even know how to fix. I just wanted to make this better, to resolve what I'd broken and not have anxiety when I'm working knowing he's lingering nearby.
His words simply ingrained themselves inside my brain despite being unwanted that's where they chose to nestle and act like a broken record tormenting me through my consciousness. But even when exhaustion took over my slumber wasn't relaxing, it felt quick and taunting.
I woke up unable to explain the unease in my mind, almost like I'd dreamt of Harry's dark raspy voice whispering in my ear through my sleep. When my eyes peeled open it was late morning, I had slept and refreshed my energy yet I still felt like I could sleep for hours longer as I peeled myself up to slump against the pillows.
The apartment is quiet this morning, thank god, I haven't done anything that will mean I'll be interrupted in my room so I'm left to wake up alone and not under the rush or stress from others.
I'd curled over the edge of the bed and reached for the bag I used yesterday where it rested on the floor, pulling it up onto the sheets before flopping down once again in a relaxed state. Reaching into the small tote I pulled out the papers I received from my lecture yesterday morning, is it smart to read these so soon after waking up? Probably not... oh well.
This project is going to end up being a lot of work and I know I need to buckle down and focus so I'm not cramming last minute. I enjoy a lot of research, and making pretty notes but the whole putting it together perfectly overwhelms me a lot and the impending stress is already building at the idea.
My eyes scan over the title on the paper, there's little information which means I'll have a lot more to work on. Some of my peers had more information on theirs but mine doesn't have that... there's a small frown on my face as I read it over.
The 1970's Underground Drug Bust.
Research the bust of the infamous 1970's drug organisation Deception. Convey the story like a journalist from the time with added research.
That's all it says.
Three simple lines that I have to use to conduct my research, dropping the paper down onto my bedsheets and lifting my knees in a bent position as I grasp my phone from the bedside table. I thankfully charged it last night so bringing it to rest on my legs isn't a problem, opening the search engine and quickly typing in the title written across my paper.
