RJ and Maine were starting to live their happily ever after. Until, the threats to their family started coming in. It was subtle at first but then it grew to epic proportions. Will the Faulkersons be able to continue with their happily ever after?
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She stood inside her dark room with a satisfied smirk on her face. She took lessons on photography before and now she's proud to say she's really good at it. Especially with the current subjects. She was very proud of her creations.
One one side, she erected a collage of him. With his sparkling eyes, his bedimpled smile and his gorgeous model like face. On the other side, she was almost done with her other creation. Her deep brown eyes, her cute button nose, her Angelina Jolie like lips all wrapped into one expressive face.
She stepped back and reviewed what was missing between the two pieces. The colours all blend together. The different shots and angles all look perfect, but there's still something missing. She can't quite put her finger to it. Maybe if she contemplates on it for a little bit longer, she'll be able to figure it out. After all, it took her four months; 128 days and 3072 hours to be exact, to come up with these two beautiful works of art.
She shook herself and placed her equipment inside the drawers to tidy the room up. She then stepped out of the room with a promise to no one in particular, that she'll be back. She closed the door and made sure the lock was in place.
She headed to work that morning with a smile on her face. As she got into the lobby of the hospital, she headed straight to Starbucks to get her morning dose of caffeine. She was waiting for her coffee when she decided to check her social media updates on her phone.
She scrolled through Facebook, smiling here and there when she saw some pictures or statuses she liked posted by her friends. She rarely left comments but she seemed to have found the affinity in pressing the like button. Her browsing was interrupted when the barista called out her order.
She grabbed her coffee, pocketed her phone and proceeded to start her day. As usual, the day was hell. No respite from the deluge of patients coming in through the door. Fuckin patients and their fuckin family took most of her time. She was all smiles but deep inside she wanted to slice all their carotids with a scalpel nearby. Couldn't they see how busy she was?!? She only took a break to pee and stuff her mouth with some type of junk food. She finally got a 30 minute break at around 5 in the afternoon.
She fished her phone out of her pocket and at once saw all the notifications from his and her Instagram and Twitter accounts. Her timeline was flooded and so she looked to the initial tweet that started it all. It was from him.
@richardrfjI didn't think a man could be this happy! Thank you to my wife @mainecmf for this most precious gift. ILY!
After reading that tweet, she got really curious and so she switched over to her Instagram account and looked for her post.
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mainecmf: ANNOUNCEMENT Celestine Athena Mendoza Faulkerson Born March 04, 2017 @ 3:03 am Weighing 7 lbs 15 ounces Measuring 52 cm long. She came out screaming mad at the world but she quickly settled down when her father picked her up in his arms and started singing her favourite song. My husband and I are thoroughly inlove with this new addition to our family.
Followed by another post from her.
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mainecmf: Cece, I can't wait for your big brother to meet you!
She wasn't aware that she had grabbed on to the knife on the table and had gripped it so tightly that it cut through her hand. It took one of her coworkers expressing concern to make her realize that her left hand was covered in her own blood. She was promptly told to go to emerg to get her hand checked out. In a daze she agreed but instead of heading there, she went straight home.
She unlocked her apartment door after a couple of tries since her hands were shaking so bad and were quite slippery from the blood. She quickly stepped inside uncaring of the bloody hand prints she left on the door knob. She dropped everything and unlocked the other door to her safe zone, her happy place. The one room in her apartment where everything was perfect.
She stood there in the dark, eyes lingering on her creation, his face, as a smile started to form on her lips. She hugged herself, started swaying to and fro and humming a nameless tune. After a few minutes, her eyes switched to her other creation. Her face. It didn't have the same effect as his face. Instead of soothing her, it brought out the rage that she's kept inside for four months! Before she knew it, she was on the move, tearing her face, smearing her blood all over her face. She tore everything to pieces, scattering the remnants on the floor. And yet she still wasn't satisfied. She grabbed a box cutter in one of the drawers and stabbed her face numerous times cutting herself more in the process resulting in more blood pouring out of her cuts.
She leaned back and surveyed the mess on the floor. And right there, she found out what was missing. Her face covered in blood was pure perfection! That's the missing part! The triumph and satisfaction that coursed through her veins brought out a maniacal laugh. Her pretty face contorted into a sneer with some spittle on the side of her mouth.
The litany of words pouring out of her mouth. He's mine! You took him away from me! He's mine! I will take him back! He's mine! He's mine!
