Joy Lucille Williams, a normal young woman, living a normal life－that is until she moved to a quaint little town. She was desperate for a job so once Joy received an offer, she accepted in a heartbeat! Moving out of the big cities, she was determine...
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Here's a picture of Brian to start this chapter because it's 8,200+ words long and it's probably the longest chapter I've ever written in my life along with Lethal Passion. I'll just put the A/N here at the top xD I wrote this chap for 10 hrs. No shit. I have no idea how. 4 hours a couple of days ago and 6 hours today :'D My head hurts so bad but it's all worth it.
Thank you all so much for continuing to support me even though I've been gone for so long and my English became a bit rusty after being unused for a while here in Japan. I hope I can keep updating tho a bit busy in the next week. Enjoy!
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"So, Brian took this chest out of my father's hideout." I started a conversation after they let me calm down after our previous discussion. I should focus on these things now. I led the topic astray before, though it felt relieving to communicate properly with them about the things that were always running through my mind and the things I wanted to say.
"Yeah." Brian answered blandly, still a bit out of it ever since the conversation previously. He seemed to be thinking about a lot of things today. "Anyway, look inside. That's the key." Brian nudged towards the smaller key on the table.
As I was grabbing the key, I grew more conscious of the burning feeling in the pit of my stomach, not knowing what it was. I didn't let them notice the discomfort on my face. I tried to focus my mind to the area, hoping it was something physical that I could easily heal. It worked and it was gone. With the old key in hand, I rolled it around my palm, the rust leaving a reddish residue on my skin. The key itself looked and felt like it was going to crumble soon with its age. It's best to be careful with it and try to use it as less as possible.
While I was trying to recall if my dad somehow showed this key to me beforeーand I'm thinking he hasn'tーthe burning feeling in my stomach returned, giving me an insatiable sensation. Healing it only worked for a short bit.
I placed the key back on the table as careful as I could, Tim and Brian watching me. The persistent burning grew more and more painful where it is almost excruciating. I couldn't stop myself from hunching over as I pressed my hand around my abdomen.
"What is it, Byron?" Tim sounded worried as he asked.
"It feels like there's acid burning through my stomach." I hurriedly informed, wanting the pain to stop. I glanced at Tim whose troubled gaze disappeared into a blank look.
Brian stood and took the key from the table, moving to the farther side of the living room, "Does the key have some sort of effect on him?"
Tim bursted out laughing right after hearing Brian's words, throwing us into a state of confusion. "Oh, that's hilarious." Tim kept laughing to himself. This isn't the time to be laughing. In all seriousness, I am in so much agony.
