《The Devil's Bride》New rush
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After consuming half an hour in the staff's quarter, I decided to leave. I was still a little bit sad that I couldn't meet the rest of the staff, but at least I'm living knowing that they are still around me.
I walk on the cold pathway that led to the building. Once I step into the house, I shut the door behind me going for the kitchen. I take out a cup from the cabinet and pour myself some ice water from the automat.
I settle on the ice water, the delightful feeling was comforting. I place the cup back into the cabinet after taking a rinse.
My mind was all bottled up with arbitrary things- something I didn't want to think of. I take a sit on the sofa as I reflect on my heavy thoughts.
From living in a scurrilous family down to being decieved into staying with a death marker. Being transported into hell and then I met my biggest bummer. Synn was my nightmare in every scene. His attitude toward things was insane and improbable. Sometimes he made me wonder into delusional things.
He was the devil. A devil that I was trapped with for God knows how long. I never thought of escaping from Synn's cinch for a lot of reasons. One of them was because I didn't have anywhere to go or turn to. I didn't know the road from here back to my parents' house and I didn't even want to imagine their eloquence when they see their lost long daughter.
Another reason was that I feared Synn. Him being the refined fear of humans. He was the one people dreaded seeing the afterlife. It only made sense that my own afterlife was actually taking turns even when I was still alive. Synn is a very dangerous man with concealed agendas. He was obscure like an exam sheet. You wouldn't know what the questions are if only you are given an opportunity to take a look at them.
I never knew up till now how corrupt and dangerous he is to me. Silver's words keep replaying in my head every time I think of Synn hurting me. But I know it's not going to be long until that word loses its promise.
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The evening breeze was already starting to blow off. It was just 5:08 in the evening. I normally went to bed by 8:40 meaning I had a few hours until I go to sleep. Or maybe this way would sound better- until I go back into the room and see Synn.
I didn't know what to do. If Silver was here, he would have perpetual and brilliant ideas of what to do in boredom. I couldn't go into the library to read because I didn't feel like it. Reading was something to be done when you really want to read and not forced.
I noticed that Abriana wasn't anywhere to be seen. By now, we'd both be talking together on this warm couch. Anna was in the staff's quarter with Amelia.
I was all alone.
I take a huge whiff of air, pulling my bottom lips into my mouth. I'd grown fond of doing that when I was worried or had bad anxieties.
I couldn't watch the movie also because I wasn't in the mood. I wasn't in the mood for doing things I loved. I was just emotionless.
Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to yelp in surprise, reaching out to touch my chest in shock.
"Hey, I didn't mean to scare you." A sudden trend of concern causes me to look at Abriana in relief.
God- she really scared me.
"I was looking all over for you." She says genially. She walks over to my side and takes a seat next to me on the sofa. I was forced up to look at her.
"Sorry. I went out with Anna to the staff's quarters." I explained. I see the sign of relief broadcasted flatly on her face when I mentioned to her where I was.
I pick the flesh of my lips into my mouth, my jumping around thoughts exhorting. I really wanted to ask her why Synn called her but it was going to make me sound like I was peering or sneaky about it.
Deciding to let the idea slide away, I ask her my curious question.
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"What did Synn tell you?"
I see her shuffle on her seat like what I said was making her act up. She seems jumpy about the sudden knock out which only made my curiosity rise.
"I was made a replacement on the behalf of Silver." She answers, her gaze finally meeting mine. A sudden rush of relief wash over me but I was still sad about Silver leaving. He was my best pal and movie mate and then he was gone.
But that wasn't the only thing that Abriana had in mind.
"I was also made his personal assistant." She finishes off like a project finally executed.
I feel my heart rate hike and my mind jumble. My reaction to her last answer surprising me to my own. I never expected that to happen and worst of it all, I didn't expect Abriana to hold that duty.
The lump in my throat was washed down by my voice as I find myself asking.
"Why?"
That was honestly what I got. I didn't know what a 'personal assistant' was assigned to do but I know from the name that it was something different from the rest of the staff here. One thing that I couldn't explain was how I felt. Happy? Sad? Jealous?
I wouldn't opt for the first one because as much as I disliked Synn, likewise Abriana.
"As much as I would like to answer, he didn't tell me anything to that." She answers.
I thought so too. Synn was a secretive person so why would he tell Abriana anything about him or his plan
I just sat down brazenly thinking about how this news has really affected me. One way or another, Abriana's job here was good but at the same time bad.
"Would you like cookies?" She asks breaking the stiff tautness. I nodded which on cue she leaves to the kitchen to get the cookies.
She comes back later with a plate of three cookies wadded upon each other. The sight was mawkish delicious, my not so urge appearing out of nowhere.
I take a cookie into my mouth and bite a piece out of it. It was nothing compared to oats cookies. Abriana takes a chocolate cookie and bites into it too, her mouth tilting into a satisfied grin.
"It's been long since I tasted what cookies taste like." She comments. I widen my eyes from her statement but don't say anything.
After what felt like hours which it does, it was time to sleep. Abriana and I enjoyed our evening with chocolate chip cookies. It was nice and peaceful as we talked over random things each one of us misremembering actuality.
"Goodnight." I greeted as I watch Abriana exit the room to the quarters. I take the plate that was now filled with only scraps of cookies into the sink and wash them.
I let the cool water run down my soapy hands after then did I dry my hands with the rag.
What I was dreading for has finally come.
I take shaky steps toward the staircase and climb on each of them. My breathing pace was slow but steady while I climb on the stair.
Once I reach the room, I bent the handle of the door but not yet fully opening it yet. I take in a small breath, calming my pulse. I wasn't ready for what was going to be on the other end.
I fully bend the handle open coming in contact with the view of the room. It was just like how I left it only this time, it was arranged.
I take small steps into the room, my eyes searching for who I despairingly wanted to avoid.
But what I see wasn't what I expected.
My eyes open wide, the air caught in my throat when I see a full blood-shot Synn lying over on his back with blood smeared on his lips and chin.
And those three sinister words.
"Welcome back baby."
So Synn made Abriana his personal assistant. Do
What happened to him?
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