The last memory Damien recalls was the sight of his wife as they both lay on their small bed, both desperate for sleep. When his eyes opened, he found himself in a dark office slouched in char with absolutely no recollection of how he came to be there. He blinked rapidly, enduring a flood of confusion, exhaustion and a slight hint of panic.
He shut his eyes, roughly rubbing his knuckles against each other over and over as if there was an itch that he simply couldn’t get to, when he opened them again, Damien let out a resounding yelp as his gaze instantly met with a photo of his wife covered in blood—sprawled onto his small bed.
“Nice of you to get back with us, Mr.Rivers.” an amused voice spoke. Lowering the photo down, Damien was met with a rough looking man, his eyes hooded against the light above.
Damien was still shaken from the photo he saw, breathing heavily he became very aware of his surroundings. He was cornered with four concrete walls, there was a stench of blood surrounding the room. The man who sat before him crossed his arms, staring deeply into the eyes of Damien. Again, he held up the picture of his wife covered in blood once again. Damien shut his eyes, pleading the man to put the picture away.
“You did that to her Damien.” said the man.
“No!” Damien shouted in disbelief. He began to scratch his head, shaking his head aggressively. The man merely arched an eyebrow at him, watching as Damien’s cheeks flushed a furious shade of red. That slight bit of panic Damien had felt before suddenly seemed to fill every cell in his body. He did not recall getting out of bed, getting dressed, and he certainly did not remember hurting his wife. It quite terrified him, as he had never experienced exhaustion to such a troubled degree.
“Don’t look so shocked Mr.Rivers, you’ve done this before.” Damien lifted his head, staring at the man bewilderedly.
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I'd like to start with a big thansk to Tristen for making me this amazing cover.
So, I know this was a short intro... this story is already complete i'll just post a new chapter every few days depending of people like it. It's something different from what i usually do so I hope you will like it. It seems slow right now but a lot will happen in this short story hope you enjoy it :) tell me what you think! twitter: @thebieberarmour
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Unhinged
Mystery / ThrillerSecrets carried on the breeze, Why aren’t you listening? Turn your head away, Just hear them please. In your head, they’re in your head, Your exiled people. In your head, though they are dead.
