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He said he was on the case already. He also said that Hanz will not be coming back until Friday. And Demi? She ventured further anxiously. There is always some sort of trouble getting a hold of that albino friend of theirs. Not because it was her fault. Her family is just a bunch of arrogant bastards.
He said he was on the case already. He also said that Hanz will not be coming back until Friday. And Demi? She ventured further anxiously. There is always some sort of trouble getting a hold of that albino friend of theirs. Not because it was her fault. Her family is just a bunch of arrogant bastards.
Her co workers glanced her way, some in confusion and some in mild alarm. She ignored them in favor of listening to her explain while also trying not to freak out at the same time. It was difficult. I MEAN she has been taken by terrorists. Xerxes Donovan, one of her best friends, growled out.
Dear God she just cannot get a break. First the stalking and now this. Hey. Xerxes asked, voice soft this time as if she can sense Laces stress from the phone. As if she can actually see all the pent up frustration, anger and fear that the greenette has been suffering with for the past few days.
As she muttered an excuse to her superior and got her bag, she remembered that time on Friday, the day before Rei got shot, when she was hurrying to get to the bus in the pouring rain. What a crappy that had been. Where everything started for her and made her previous days hell. Dramatic enough for you?
Do not even say it. I refuse to acknowledge it. She grumbled. Lace imagined Xerxes pacing around her room in an angry frantic way while running a hand through her short blue hair, worried out of her mind. Probably opening and closing some of her drawers out of stress too since this had become a habit of hers.
Tomorrow is the day. The tall man said lowly but surprisingly, in a kind voice. I will go back home to your other self when we finish the retrieval. This is farewell, Your Highness. After that, the stalking stops.
Xerxes said the terrorists took her so that means she is still alive, right? But... For how long? Did you tell Hanz? Her dad is a cop, right? Can we ask him? He is not busy so he must have a clue. Cops are supposed to help and Rei is like a daughter to her too, right?
Lace nodded even though she knew Xerxes could not see and ended the call. She then shoved her phone in her pocket while
Dear God she just cannot get a break. First the stalking and now this. Hey. Xerxes asked, voice soft this time as if she can sense Laces stress from the phone. As if she can actually see all the pent up frustration, anger and fear that the greenette has been suffering with for the past few days.
As she muttered an excuse to her superior and got her bag, she remembered that time on Friday, the day before Rei got shot, when she was hurrying to get to the bus in the pouring rain. What a crappy that had been. Where everything started for her and made her previous days hell. Dramatic enough for you?
Do not even say it. I refuse to acknowledge it. She grumbled. Lace imagined Xerxes pacing around her room in an angry frantic way while running a hand through her short blue hair, worried out of her mind. Probably opening and closing some of her drawers out of stress too since this had become a habit of hers.
Tomorrow is the day. The tall man said lowly but surprisingly, in a kind voice. I will go back home to your other self when we finish the retrieval. This is farewell, Your Highness. After that, the stalking stops.
Xerxes said the terrorists took her so that means she is still alive, right? But... For how long? Did you tell Hanz? Her dad is a cop, right? Can we ask him? He is not busy so he must have a clue. Cops are supposed to help and Rei is like a daughter to her too, right?
Lace nodded even though she knew Xerxes could not see and ended the call. She then shoved her phone in her pocket while
Do not even say it. I refuse to acknowledge it. She grumbled. Lace imagined Xerxes pacing around her room in an angry frantic way while running a hand through her short blue hair, worried out of her mind. Probably opening and closing some of her drawers out of stress too since this had become a habit of hers.
Tomorrow is the day. The tall man said lowly but surprisingly, in a kind voice. I will go back home to your other self when we finish the retrieval. This is farewell, Your Highness. After that, the stalking stops.
Xerxes said the terrorists took her so that means she is still alive, right? But... For how long? Did you tell Hanz? Her dad is a cop, right? Can we ask him? He is not busy so he must have a clue. Cops are supposed to help and Rei is like a daughter to her too, right?
Lace nodded even though she knew Xerxes could not see and ended the call. She then shoved her phone in her pocket while gritting her teeth. She scowled at her reflection. Eye bags and a very pale face greeted her. What was once a divine beauty was now a washed up version of it. She hated it but she had no choice.
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Tomorrow is the day. The tall man said lowly but surprisingly, in a kind voice. I will go back home to your other self when we finish the retrieval. This is farewell, Your Highness. After that, the stalking stops.
Xerxes said the terrorists took her so that means she is still alive, right? But... For how long? Did you tell Hanz? Her dad is a cop, right? Can we ask him? He is not busy so he must have a clue. Cops are supposed to help and Rei is like a daughter to her too, right?
Lace nodded even though she knew Xerxes could not see and ended the call. She then shoved her phone in her pocket while gritting her teeth. She scowled at her reflection. Eye bags and a very pale face greeted her. What was once a divine beauty was now a washed up version of it. She hated it but she had no choice.
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