A/N: I'm sorry that it's taken forever but I swear, I've had so much writers block that I've felt like I'm gonna die.
Dedication goes to shinetomorrow for her wonderful comments that gave me inspiration and also guilt tripped me into starring at the stupid blinking cursor for long enough to force words down.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
12753 Elle Larmes
Jonathan Fuller was a horrible, violent man. Who knew exactly what I wanted. Or at least, what I'd thought I'd wanted.
That didn’t mean he cared, but he knew.
He wasn’t being sarcastic when he said that maybe I wished his wife hadn’t stopped him. He was taunting me with what he knew would be much more effective.
The truth.
You see, Mrs. Fuller didn’t care that her husband used me. Really, she quite prefered it; better me than her. She never stopped him, especially from that.
In fact, she only ever stopped him once.
And that was the day he was arrested.
The day he tried to kill me.
~Roza Lina Fallow
* * *
There are moments in our life that we must make a choice, and choices that are nearly impossible to make. There are paths that we choose, the paths that we cannot take,
then those paths that we must.
Usually, the decisions that will impact our lives the most are the ones that require the most forethought.
But sometimes, the one act that changes you forever is the one you didn’t even half to think about.
~William Blair Edwards
*July 7, 2013 8:12pm*
“She’s not here, Claire,” William managed to make his tone sound surprisingly long-suffering, considering; the fans might see her as kind and compassionate, but Claire could be quite the menace when she wanted to be.
“What do you mean: ‘she’s not there’?” Claire sounded like she was barely holding back her anger, but there was an undercurrent of worry to her voice as well.
“I mean: ‘she’s not here,” he sighed, “Are you sure you gave me the right address; the place looks half-deserted as it is.”
He could hear her shuffling papers, muttering several less than praiseworthy terms towards her boyfriend’s boss.
“It’s 12753 Elle Larmes,” she read off. He looked back, double checking.
“Maybe she gave you the wrong address, because I am right in front of that house. Again, it looks abandon-” he cut himself off, pushing off the side of his newly refurbished Audi, and squinting more closely at the rundown ‘shack’ of a house. He was almost certain he had seen movement inside, a shadow of some sort, but it was gone so quickly he was unsure if he’d imagined it.
“William?”
He snapped back to his present conversation.
“I’m here.”
