suyuku-san

Elain felt like she was going to go stir-crazy if she stayed in this hospital room for another day. She just wanted to go home at this point, even if she couldn’t return to school and was stuck with learning online. Writing, as of now, would be a struggle. But she didn’t care about that. She just wanted out. There was a bit of a reprieve from their perpetual boredom when Amalie and Alastor came to visit, it made Elain happy hanging out with the sweet little girl and her father. Though Elain felt that Amalie might have been hiding how she felt about the incident, it wasn’t a good time to bring it up while Elain was still in the hospital. It wasn’t that long of a visit before they had to return home, leaving Elain in her solitude again. As Elian’s mind whirled from the repeated tedium and boredom she felt, she was told by her Mom that she’d be able to go home soon, but it didn’t feel like it was enough right now. She decided to leave her room, only to stop short when opening the

It had been two days since the police and men in black suits came to our house. Something about the younger man of the two I didn’t like, and neither did Dad. I hoped to never see that man again, but that wasn’t what was on my mind right now. I hadn’t been able to go to a new school since we were told the old one closed. And from the sounds of it, would never open again. I didn’t feel much for that, except for the other kids and parents who were now trying to find another school and seemed to be having as much trouble as my Dad did. The only other thing that was different was that Mr. Anthony had gone back home, something about his other job and needing to take care of some things. But he’d be willing to come by if something happened. But now that he was gone, the house felt empty without him. He didn’t live here, but it still made me a little sad. Now that he was gone, my mind kept wondering when I’d be going back to school. I heard on the

Gina Miller stretched her arms above her head, for the past three days she had been diligently packing her things. With all hell breaking loose still, she figured now was a better time than ever to just pack up and go. She paused to look at her wrist, the guard now gone, but the memory of what happened remained, the truth about Nick, and all that came after. It felt almost unbelievable, almost. As she continued putting things in boxes, a knock on her front door drew her attention. Looking through the peephole she saw Layla standing on the other door. Similar gothic-styled outfit with pants, black boots and a long black trench coat, only now had light lavender hair in a fluffy type of bobbed haircut. It looked good on her. “Hey,” Layla said when Gina opened the door. “Been a bit, wanted to see how you’re doing with packing. Mind if I come in?” “Sure, just watch where you step, it’s a bit of a mess at the moment.” Layla looked around seeing the clutter of mess and open boxes.

“I’m sorry,” Alastor said after he recovered from the sheer amount of stupidity that just violated his ears. “I must have misheard. Because it sounded to me like you just said Christophe thinks, in his tiny little mind, that Amalie isn’t Marie’s daughter. A daughter whom she carried for nine months, nine months that he was very aware of.” He even crashed the baby shower that was held in their home. “Of all the idiotic nonsense.” He stopped; silver grey eyes flicked to the living room. “Amalie?” Amalie peeked over the couch to look at him, still by Anthony’s side. “Yes?” “Are you listening to our conversation?” She frowned. “No.” Then he asked. “Are you related to your Mom?” Amalie’s frown turned into a puzzled look, one that was mirrored by both Anthony and Elija. “Yes…?” He looked back to Jeremiah. “I stand by what I said,” he then smiled sweetly at his daughter. “Why don’t you and Anthony go

The car ride to Alastor’s home was an awkward one. Kira offered to just meet them at the intended home, but Jeremiah rebuked it, saying it would be faster to go together. Kira now sat in the back, silently looking out the window, sitting behind Jeremiah’s seat so she could avoid his sharp gaze. The way he looked at her, like a disapproving grandfather was far worse than Freddie ever did. She couldn’t tell if she had done or said something to piss him off as he kept quiet through almost anything. What made this car ride even more hellish was that the man drove in silence. No music, no radio, absolutely nothing. This man was so ridged, did he even have a life outside of work? Not even Elija dared to speak up. But she did notice him seeming rather down for a while now like the wind had been knocked out of his sails. He hadn’t told Jeremiah about the new information about Paul’s death and the connection to Cadavre Exquis and the

How the hell did this happen? Kira groaned internally as her dark gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror were Agent Elija Morose was currently sitting behind Freddie as the detective drove. She couldn’t believe that Agent Amos even allowed this, that was the biggest confusing moment for Kira. Either Jeremiah Amos sent Elija here to just get him out of the older man’s hair, or the more likely option was that the younger FBI agent was doing this himself. Was there just something about this case that interested him, or was he just that free from his duties at the moment? That didn’t seem right, but it’s not like she could just come out and ask him in that right then. “Song,” Freddie spoke up, drawing her from her thoughts. “We’re here.” They climbed out of the car, it was still early morning, as she and Freddie had gone through an all-nighter. It wasn’t the first time that she or Freddie had done this, though with Kira trying to sleep a little more regularly, it was somewhat

The last part of the questioning was a bust. All because Emma’s father, the fucking bastard, stormed in and disrupted the whole thing. They’d have to go the next day and see what the girl remembered. But now they had the whole added situation of needing the FBI’s involvement as Emma’s mother, Janet Terach, was someone who had been abducted, taken and imprisoned against her will before being forced into a marriage with her husband. Taken off the streets when just going to buy chocolate for her younger brother at a corner store, never to be seen again. Her real name was Helena Orešković, her great-grandparents immigrated from Croatia when fleeing their home in world war two. She was sixteen when she disappeared. Imprisoned for three and forced to marry the sick fuck or be kept in that trafficking ring. It seemed like the only option, the best choice, chose to marry him or die. It was far more complicated than that of course but damn. Helena was thirty-five. She had

“Well, this is a fine mess and a half…” Kira muttered to herself as she remained standing in the hallway of a local hospital waiting for the doctors to finish. She and Freddie had gotten a call from the precinct of two teens found gravely injured in a forest, several hours away from the city. No one was sure why they were there at first until Kira saw Alastor Hilmarsson there to make a report with an officer at the front desk. The reason? A babysitter he had hired had not only put his daughter out on the porch after bringing a stranger into their home but also because of acts of debauchery (his words) in the spare bedroom but also tried to steal jewelry that belonged to his deceased wife. He hadn’t even known about the attempted theft until after he returned home from bringing the belongings back to the teens thinking that teens would do stupid shit. Thankfully he had the jewelry back because a civilian who knew the family ended up

Emma was screwed. She knew that the moment that twiggy blond shoved her and Josh out of the house, all because some uppity little brat whined about Emma looking through her dead mom’s jewelry. Did he know the girl’s father? He knew the little brat, so that might have been the case. Shit. Thankfully, she managed to sneak into the house with one the wiser of what happened, and just pretended like everything was fine. But the biggest problem was that her stuff was still there! And what made it all worse, was that she had taken some of that dead board’s jewelry. Just a necklace. A four-leaf clover with three emeralds and a diamond. It was sizable but still small. It would have gone unnoticed. But now… now Alastor Hilmarsson had not only her bag but Josh’s stuff too. Not that it mattered, bloody wuss. Cursing about how he’d beat that toothpick of a man, when Emma knew it was all just hot air