I took both rings and left waiting for a taxi to pass by so I could get home as soon as possible. Once I reached a taxi I got home quick, with excitement I rushed upstairs to the apartment ready to brainstorm a hypothesis on why these rings were in the boutique.
I studied the wedding ring there was engraving, it read "D" on the back, and I studied the wedding ring it had 96' these engravings must've meant something but I couldn't put my
Finger in it.
I says the kitchen table for hours while Tim did whatever he was doing he couldn't have been doing much because the whole house was literally gone then I paused, "Gina was found dead, so where was my furniture?"
I thought of the places it could be, Storage? The Dump? The Warehouse? I would have to check All three, I called Tim in the room.
He walked in calmly and said." I didn't know you were home babe." I just nodded. He started rubbing my back, I could say this was a little frustrating not knowing where my furniture was and who's rings were those I found in the boutique I didn't tell Tim about the rings, this was my
Quest.
We decided that we would take a taxi to the warehouse tomorrow morning, after that we laid down back on the floor and there was a moment of silence where I just thought.
Tim moved closer to my body I could fee his breath on my neck, it was kinda disgusting but I let him stay next to me.
As I dozed off to sleep, I couldn't quite sleep pea fully I kept having the same dream over and over again, where I was laying on the silver table spinning around being mutilated by the blade of Tyler.
I dreamt of the bucket of fish Tyler brought in the room for me to eat, and how I was speeding down that alley dangerously and being smacked with a wooden club the minute I turned around that last time.
I decided that was enough flashback dreaming for now I had to sleep Tim and I had a lot to do tomorrow.
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A Living Fancy
AçãoMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.