The Last String

Chapter13

Third-person P.O.V

"Daddy you can't do this!" Amanda shouted, tears running down her cheeks.

"What's done is done, quit whining now. I spoiled you too much, it's time to put an end to this childishness." Evan spoke coldly. He didn't care about his daughter. He was doing all of this just because he thinks she'll go "waste" his money. He was oblivious to the fact that she couldn't care less about the money. She wanted to live her life peacefully with the people she wanted. With the one she wanted. But no, it's Evan Jacobs we're talking about. The one and only man who wants other to live in misery for no apparent reason.

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"What are we having for dinner?" Andy asked.

I opened the fridge, shifted the milk to see to the back. "How does steak sound?"

"What, again?" He whined.

"We haven't had steak since last Saturday,"

"I know. And the Saturday before that and the one before that! Don't you ever fancy something different, Lills?" He argued smirking.

Uh, what is that idiot up to?

"Cook something different, surprise me!" He said in a teasing tone.

He knows I'm not good with surprises. Last time I prepared a new meal we ended up throwing it to the cats by the dumpster.

"FINE, fine. You're such a crybaby I swear."

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"Well... How do you like it ?" I asked anxiously.

Andrew took a second and lusciously stared at his plate. He looked up,"I love you," he grinned.

I made him a pleasing-to-the-eye Mexican dish. I didn't taste it but from what he said, it was delicious.

How would I have known that it would make him sick? Plus, he's the one who wanted something different.

It's not my fault.

The food poisoning hit a few hours later. He laughed while he told me that, "It felt like a thousand angry little demons were stabbing my insides with white-hot daggers."

Although that made me chuckle, I still felt really guilty.

Urghhhh, why can't I do one thing properly?

We had an overwhelming sweet argument that was one to tell.

"I'm so horrible. What is wrong with you? Why would you even like me?" I asked him in a brittle voice.

He giggled, belched, and hiccuped before he told me that it was a sweet little act of kindness. Doofus.

And oh my gods and goddesses, he's the only guy I've ever met that giggles!

It is kind of cute but quite freaky, to be honest.

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Kate and I strolled down the bright and colourful corridor, smiling contently like we usually do. This little girl in a grown-up body kept nagging me to bring her along to school because she has a day off and doesn't want to stay home alone. Such a child.

We both entered a room to see a dull atmosphere, which was usually filled with liveliness. Everyone was down-faced. They were all frowning and held a grimace facial expression.

My heart skipped a couple beats when the sweet caretaker lady timidly tapped my shoulder.

She took us to another pale, quiet room.