lying near the trash pile where the sink and table are. The handle of the axe glints from the light and a few droplets of blood are still sticking to it. The owner of the axe is standing beside the entrance of the alleyway where Goldberg is standing. He looks slightly older but still attractive and well-built. The man is wearing jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater and has black hair, short and cut very stylishly. He also wears glasses on the bridge of his nose which gives him an appearance of maturity. Even though he is an axe murderer. Goldberg knows from experience that murderers sometimes try to dress down the crime scene. It makes the police easier to detect if they don’t want a big bloody mess. In this case, though, the axe looks clean despite having been stained with someone else's blood earlier. So he doesn’t expect much. Maybe he cleaned it before leaving his home. That would be nice. Not that anyone can tell him anything about the victim or what the cause of death
After looking over the contents of the suitcase once more and making sure that he doesn't miss anything, he stands up straight and goes back to the ladder. As he starts climbing down, he notices that he doesn’t hear footsteps anymore. The detective probably decided to go home without finding anything interesting. When he reaches the ground, he looks up towards the roof. From that distance he can see a black outline against the sky. He knows exactly who is standing on the roof but he is still surprised because he doesn’t see anybody. He turns around to look around the rest of the block but the street is completely deserted. He begins walking in the opposite direction of his apartment. Maybe he should check out the place where the axe fell. But where should he look? If the man climbed out that window and jumped down that alleyway that is at the end of the road. He might have gone to the other side. If the murderer is hiding behind a pile of trash then he’d have to go round the buildi
she answers. "And yes, it's perfectly fine." she pauses before speaking up again. “How is he doing?”"I honestly don't know. I left him sleeping on our couch since we couldn't risk bringing him home. Besides he looked like he was dying and all I wanted was to help him somehow," he explains. "I've tried calling my mother several times since then, but there's been no answer.""Do you want me to talk to her for you?” she asks curiously.“No, it's okay. I think we both know I'm the one who can get her attention." he answers. "So what did you do yesterday?""I went grocery shopping. I bought some groceries for dinner and a couple of fruits and vegetables too. My mom said it'd be alright though if I made it easy on myself since we weren't going anywhere tonight. Which reminds me!" she says excitedly. "We haven’t hung out in a while so let’s hang out.”Goldberg chuckles. “I’d love to, but we can’t. We can hang out when we aren’t working. I gotta go, see ya." With that said, he hangs up the p
t you text or call? I’m not mad, I swear. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to hire you, but you can’t blame yourself for being caught up in the moment,” he tells her sincerely.She sighs heavily as she rubs her forehead. “Sorry, Goldie. You’re right. I’ll try to keep it down next time, alright?”“Good girl,” he tells her. “Now, how about we finish baking these muffins and get ready for the party?” he suggests, holding up two fingers. “Two minutes and thirty three seconds later,”She giggles and nods her head. “Alright, Goldie. One minute forty eight seconds. Got it.”He chuckles. “Great.” he adds. “One thing we need to do is buy those oven mitts. I don’t need you burning the bakery down because you were distracted.”She laughs and nods her head again. “Sounds good to me. I’ll go ahead and start baking. I don’t wanna burn anything else.”He hums as he watches her leave the kitchen before making his way toward the front register. Once he reaches the cash register, he grabs
not there to fix them.”Goldie tilts his head and smiles at him sympathetically as he listens to his response. “What are you saying?”“I dunno,” he admits softly. “I mean, my parents aren’t exactly normal. They’re usually too stressed. So I try to stay away from trouble because if I do, I think they’ll just try to hide it from me. If I knew that they were having troubles, maybe I wouldn’t have left in the middle of the night to save my brother.”Goldie frowns and shakes his head slightly. “Your mom and your dad didn’t do anything wrong. They didn’t force you out of the house in the middle of the night or anything like that. There was no choice in the matter. None whatsoever. If you weren’t willing to help your brother, I wouldn’t have done it. If I wasn’t willing to protect you, I wouldn’t have. I would have gotten myself killed trying to stop that guy. And besides, I doubt my mom or my dad were able to stop that creep anyway,” he says. “It’s not their fault your brother died. I can p
You don’t need to. I’ve talked to the doctors at school about things. I know what I went through and all that stuff. And don’t ever feel bad about telling me about something like this. Or telling anybody about it for that matter,” he states, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder comfortingly.After taking a deep breath, he finally meets Goldies eyes once more. He lets out another sigh before shaking his head slowly. “Thanks for understanding Goldie. I just don't want you guys being upset if you find out. I just wish I had told you sooner. I didn't even think about it until I woke up last morning. I figured that it would have been better if it slipped my mind to tell you guys later. I don't know, maybe I thought you would judge me or something?" he replies sheepishly.Goldie lets out a small chuckle in reply. “Oh wow, you're a real comedian Goldie," he comments sarcastically. Goldie furrows his eyebrows and glares playfully at him, causing Goldie to smile amusedly back. “Hey, I wa
“Really?” Goldie raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Why?"Goldie smirks widely. "Why? Because I’ve missed hanging out with my best friend and since we’re not exactly allowed to see each other much anyway, I thought this was a good opportunity to make up for it. I mean, you’ve done everything for me Goldie and I want you to feel like you can come over whenever you’d like without having to worry about being interrupted. And plus, I wanna introduce you to my parents,” Goldie tells Goldie honestly."Wait, what?!" Goldie gasps loudly. "We're not supposed to see each other for months! Why can’t we see each other? I thought you said…" Goldie trails off, trying to figure out what Goldie meant, not knowing exactly what he had been expecting.“Exactly, I said I wanted to introduce you to my parents. Which you can do anytime, if you want to,” Goldie explains patiently. “I’ve just been meaning to wait until we’d made up our minds on whether we want to date or not first.”Goldi
he’s even told Belle’s son about it – although it's likely that he didn't know about his father's involvement. How was he going to deal with this revelation? He was sure that his mother was already aware of his love for Regina and that his sister would be upset with him for keeping it from them, but it seemed that she hadn’t heard yet. He knew that the possibility of his mother being upset with him was very high, but he couldn’t imagine the anger his mother would surely have felt at discovering that he had actually slept with someone else after years of marriage. He knew his brother had disapproved of his marriage to Regina because of how long ago it had happened, but it seemed unlikely that his mother would ever approve of their current situation. Even still, he knew that his brother would probably never forgive him if he hurt Regina. But, then again, maybe his brother wouldn’t care. If Goldie was being honest with himself, he had little doubt that the reason his father was so angry
Regina notices that it's just ahead of them so she sits back comfortably in her seat and watches the cars rushing past them. They make their way through the intersection smoothly and continue to drive through the middle of town for a few more minutes. After passing by several buildings that looked rather fancy, they eventually arrive at their destination. Regina watches Daniel's reaction carefully as they approach the entrance to the hotel. He stares out of the window silently, looking uninterested.“Here it is…” he speaks suddenly.She turns toward him and smiles. “This is our hotel? This is your favorite hotel?”“Yup...this is my favorite hotel. Come on...let's go check us in.” He says, taking her hand and leading her through the glass double doors to the lobby of the hotel.As they enter the lobby, she notices that there’s very little activity. There’s a couple of men who seem to be talking on the telephone in a corner and there's a woman who seems to be arguing w
He leads her across the yard to one of the garage doors. “Come on. Let’s find your car.” He mutters. “I need to take you somewhere important.”“Okay… where?” She asks curiously, following after him as they walk toward her truck.His grip on her arms tightens momentarily, and she wonders what he must be thinking about. They make their way over to her black, shiny SUV and he helps her climb into the passenger seat. He walks around to the driver' s side and slams the door shut before turning to stare at her for a second before starting the car and driving out of the driveway.The streets are filled with traffic, which isn't unusual at this hour. It’s late afternoon and most people have stopped working to spend some time outdoors in the cold rain. She watches as the trees fly by through the windshield and she realizes that this must be how Daniel felt whenever he drove through these roads. That was the reason why he didn't speak much about himself. But maybe he never truly wanted to talk
Sam frowns but drops the subject anyway and walks towards the car.As they prepare to depart, Jack pauses, taking one last glance around his home. Then noticed his wife standing at the other side of the room. She smiles sweetly, "You are trying your best” She walks over to embrace her husband. Jack hesitates momentarily before reciprocating the hug. “The kids don't see that ” Jack whispers. Sophia squeezes her husband tighter, "Your children love you, you're doing great, and you make a wonderful father. They need a strong person that will take care of them, and you just happen to be that person”"Thank you," Jack breathes out gratefully when suddenly the car horn blares, startling the couple."Can we move?!” Emily yelled out the window impatiently, clearly annoyed. Jack and Sophia nod in unison.Samuel is the last to leave the house, walking down a flight of stairs with the pipe tightly gripped in his hands.As soon as they were all loaded into the car, Jack sits behind the steer
Nothing. So she slowly steps outside and closes the door behind her, stepping under the protective shelter of the staircase. The rain continues to pour on, even heavier than before.Suddenly she hears loud, thunderous footsteps coming from her right. She looks over and catches sight of Daniel running out into the street. The rain suddenly stops and the air grows quite humid. Regina takes a couple of deep, calming breathes and tries to control her breathing as well. After a minute she hears the sound of tires rolling on wet concrete. She turns her head to look in the direction where she heard it and she freezes in place as she realizes what’s happening.A car is speeding down the road, heading straight for Daniel. She watches as it speeds up and approaches him. She can hear the engine revving loudly as it gets closer and closer to him. She can see the driver’s side window roll down and she can see the man’s face clearly. He’s smirking evilly as he drives by Daniel, who is standing froz
Regina sits up, placing her elbows on her thighs as she stares at the window across the room. She's afraid of facing what she did last night, but at the same time she has no desire to leave him alone either. He's never been so open with her before and she doesn't understand why he' s doing it now. Maybe he's scared that she'll think less of him after she found out about everything he went through. It doesn't seem like that's what he is worried about though, because he never told her about it. Even after all these weeks together he barely opened up to her. She knows that he has feelings for her, but she still feels like he doesn’t trust her enough.After a moment she gets up from the bed and starts walking toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind her, Regina leans onto the counter. After spending hours and hours just staring at those damn walls yesterday, she's really starting to grow frustrated at herself. How could she let those bastards win? What did she expect? She sh
his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and how many nights he spent tossing and turning last night due to his dream. “You didn’t have any bad dreams this night?”He shakes his head and looks away. “I’m glad you stayed.”“Me too.” She agrees.They both remain quiet for a few minutes, neither wanting to talk about the events of the previous evening. But eventually they must break the silence, because he speaks up."So… You came back here? I thought…”"No, I didn’t stay here. I left immediately after you fell asleep."He smiles at her. "Good morning." He repeats, making her laugh."Good morning." She replies."What would you like for breakfast?" He asks.She looks at him questioningly. "Um, what exactly is your definition of 'breakfast?'” Sh
“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket
The first rays of sunlight illuminate the whole room through the blinds covering the windows. She blinks several times as she yawns loudly. She rubs the sleepiness off her eyes and stretches slightly. She hears a slight groan next to her and looks over at him to find him staring at her through a heavy eyelid. Slowly he starts waking up more. His eyebrows furrow and his lips purse together slightly as his eyes focus on Regina. He blinks several times and then turns his gaze away from her. She watches his face carefully, waiting for him to show any signs of discomfort. To her surprise, however, he remains very calm.He pushes himself up and sits cross legged on the edge of the bed while stretching once more before finally lifting his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and
wearing the same tattered sweatshirt as earlier. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.He slowly walks over to her, and she keeps her gaze focused on her hands folded together on her lap; trying her best not to let him know how worried she is for him. She hears him sit next to her on the bed. "Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.She finally lifts her gaze from her hands to meet his eyes. She takes in his appearance for a few moments and then she says. "Yes. I'm fine."He frowns. "But you're not. Why won't you tell me what happened? I already said you could leave whenever you wanted and that we were friends and nothing more," he tells her with pleading, sad blue eyes.She swallows nervously before looking back down. "I am really sorry… It's none of my business." She tells him sincerely. "I should probably go back to the living room now." She adds as an afterthought, standing up to take a step back.She feels his hand gently touch her shoulder. She slowly tur