Final re-edit on3/31/25
Sierra was in bed just lying down listening to music as she sways her head back and forth softly to the music.
It was beautiful.
So beautiful.
She softly rolled over to look at the record player and she was just enjoying herself with the music playing. Sierra had eaten all the breakfast that Yuri had made for her and she was quite happy.
She got up out of the bed to head to the closet to see if her photos and everything were there... and... they were.
It was like she never left.
She headed to the living room area to the loose wood piece where she found her phone at and decided to do a bit more digging.
She already found her phone.
Let's see if she could find her passport and necklace that her mother gave her.
She pressed down on the wood floor and tapped as well to see if there were any loose wood pieces and... it wasn't really working out.
None of the wood pieces were loose.
She headed to the bookshelf and grabbed the key to Yuri's office and kept it in her hand. She looked through all of the books, and... she found nothing.
She just gave up and decided to just sit down on the living room couch and held the key tight in her hand.
Then....something hit her.
Where was my diary?
I haven't seen that in quite some time.
She patted the couch cushion then put her hand underneath the cushion to see if her diary was there and, it wasn't.
He must have it.
He must have taken it when I was locked up at the other house.
Fuck.
Sierra got up from the couch but sat back down when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
She stays still and doesn't move until the door unlocks and comes in Yuri.
He was dirty.
He was a mess.
His clothes were messed up and mudded, he had a few scratches on his face and he was in tears.
"Юрий! какие! что случилось?" [Yuri! what! What happened?] I ask him as I sit still on the couch.
"I... It was time for me to leave?"
"Почему ты запутался?" [Why are you a mess?] I asked him as he shook his head at me.
"It was time for me to come home... to...to my wife!"
"Where is the marriage license?"
"It...it in my pocket?"
"All folder up?!?!?" I ask getting up off the couch and heading toward him as he sits on the ground. He grabs my hand and holds it to his cheek as I rub his cheek.
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Set You Free
ChickLitSierra is a quite little bean photographer from Monterey California. Her dream was to travel the world an have the time of her life of course taking pictures but also without worry from her mother and siblings getting in her way. She got a great off...
