Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
I am standing here in front of Nyla's door with 5 mins to spare. Before I can even knock on the door, it opens.
Nyla flash me a welcoming smile as she steps aside allowing me to walk in. I return a little
smile as I stroll on by with my overnight bag slung over my shoulder.
"Thank you for coming over." Nyla walks up to me hugging me form behind.
A small smile curl my lips "No problem, can a go change in ur bathroom?"
"Don't act like its ur first time here, you know where it is." Nyla huff, giving me a playful push
as she walks towards the kitchen.
Nyla lives in a fairly large house it's mostly white with gold trims and decorated beautifully. It's
a complete opposite to the rundown old apartment I live in.
I strut towards the bathroom and close the door behind me. I swing the bag off my shoulder and rest it on the sink.
I rummage through the bag to find my blue sport bra and the blue and white boxers I tossed in there.
I take my sweet time to remove my clothing and slip into my sport bra and boxers.
My dread are always usually worn up so I've decide to let them down allowing them to fall on my shoulders. Now I'm having a good look at my self in this huge bathroom mirror taking two steps back. Damn! I never realize how big this thing is.
It almost take up half the walls. Shrugs, it looks great though.
The clothing I took off, I gather and toss them into the over night bag. Then take the bag to the guest room that I usually stay in when I am staying overnight here and drop it on the bed.
Dekoda starts barking and scratching at the living room door.
(Nyla's dog) Nyla got to him before I did and open the door. I watch Nyla step out side and look in both direction wrapping her sweater around her as she folding her arms. The night is very cold and now it is very quiet ..to damn quiet.
My eyes never left her. I slowly walk towards her. Nyla bends over and pick something up from the welcome mat.
I am now right behind her trying to peek around her to see what she had just picked up.
She slowly stands up still staring at what she is holding in her hand.
"What is it?" My voice startle her. Nyla scream as she quickly spun around.
"It's just me Nyla!" My voice hitch, she scared me also.
"Don't sneak up on people like that." She snap.
"Am sorry." flashing her an apologetic look.
Nyla smile at me and I return the smile.
"So what u got dere?" pointing to the hand she have fist up.
Nyla looks down at her hand and open it to reveal a crushed white rose.
"Sorry I crushed it when u scared me." she said wrinkling her nose.
But the sight of it gives me the most eerie feeling. My heart sped up and my mouth run dry.
The memory of him placing a single white rose on Xavier's coffin flashed before my eyes.
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