That must be pretty cool to have someone who likes you so much as I do, huh?” he chuckles lightly before continuing. “Things were good until we ran into that man outside of your house, then everything turned sour,” he adds as his expression grows grim.“Yeah…I don’t want anyone to hurt you or your family. Mom told me that you didn’t do anything wrong, but that didn’t seem to matter because of what happened to your parents. What can I say? My sister can be a bitch sometimes…but she means well,” she shrugs, smiling.Goldberg chuckles, relieved to hear that she is okay with who he is, but it doesn't make things easier as he suddenly remembers that she may be in danger. Suddenly he stiffens and turns toward the staircase that leads to the bedrooms."Your father is downstairs," he informs her quickly. "Go and check to see if he needs anything."The young girl pauses for a second and stares at him in confusion, but eventually nods her head and makes her way upstairs. Once she disappears, he
she places the plate full of scrambled eggs in front of him. They sit silently for a few minutes, watching each other, and Goldberg is surprised to discover that she is the first person he has talked to since waking up this morning. The silence between them feels comfortable. Goldberg can feel the warmth radiating from his mug warming his fingers and he starts to eat.“How did you sleep?” she asks casually as Goldberg eats, keeping her eyes fixed on him. She notices he hasn't answered her question and decides to ask another one. “And what’s your name?”“My name?” he mumbles as he chews, swallowing before answering. “It’s David Goldberg. I guess you already know that, huh?” He laughs. “You were there when I met your mother.”“I sure did! She didn’t stop gushing about you after she introduced us yesterday,” she says as she raises her eyebrows in surprise. “But I’m not sure why you were sleeping here. Did something happen to your mom and dad?”A knot forms in Goldberg’s stomach. Why did
We met yesterday when we picked up your groceries…” He smiles faintly as he reads those words, knowing that he should be happy. However, he still has that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he got when he first came here with Rita.However, he shouldn't allow himself to get too excited. After all, it can be a coincidence that the woman was standing outside the grocery store that day and recognized him as he walked out, or maybe he's reading way too much into the situation and just imagining everything. Either way, he won't believe that it is Rachel Lopez from the grocery store. He doubts that he would recognize her anyway without being able to see her. However, after spending so much time with Rita, it doesn't seem strange that she knew someone who went to their high school, which means that he can't possibly ignore it. Besides, his suspicions about Rachel were confirmed when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any earrings. He hadn't been aware of any particular reason that hi
The following day, Goldberg arrives early to class before his lecture starts. His eyes land on Gold’s table immediately and he feels instantly drawn to it. Goldberg walks slowly past the row of chairs, admiring Gold’s face for a few moments before sitting down next to him. Before leaving his apartment the previous day, Goldberg had decided that he couldn’t sleep anymore – too nervous about meeting his mother and about what she was going to do once she learns about the conversation he had had with her the night before. So, he decides that he should sit in the room and wait until he’s certain that his mom is nowhere near before walking back to his flat, just to be on the safe side. Now, he feels a little bit relieved that everything turned out alright – although, of course, there’s always the possibility that his mother wouldn’t react well to the news and will end up calling the police. However, he tries not to dwell on the negative thoughts anymore – he’s already been through hell yest
As soon as Rachel closes her eyes, the first image she sees is Mr. Gold sitting on her bedroom floor, holding her hand while they watch Romeo & Juliet together. Rachel feels her heart melt at the memory and her thoughts drift back to when she was younger; he held her hand during every performance he was giving. He always asked her if he should change his pose during a particular scene just to match her response of yes or no depending on what emotion she had experienced during the previous act. He often joked about how it was better if he could see her face during those moments because her expression was so expressive. Sometimes, he teased her because he knew that she would blurt out an immediate “no” every single time. However, after he saw the way her lips curved up as if she wanted to smile, he decided to tease her more. Even though he was just teasing her, Rachel was thankful because he reminded her of his presence and she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the closeness they shared.
and says softly and carefully “No. We’re not dating, Dad. That’s quite unnecessary. I already told you yesterday. And besides, you’re wrong when you say that we’re not together – we’re married, remember?”David has decided to ignore all other topics at the same time; his priority is to get through his father’s questions without giving away too much information. He has noticed that his father is growing restless; the constant tapping of his fingers against the table as he sits there with his eyes fixed on them, the impatient fidgeting in his leg which he does every couple of seconds and the way that his body always seems to tense whenever he is about to ask something unpleasant. He also notices how his father’s expression changes when he thinks they aren’t looking at him. His facial expressions never change though, even after he’s made his displeasure known. This causes him to think that maybe he isn’t angry or upset, but rather just confused. And that scares him. Even if he’s not upse
Maybe she wasn’t new though. David had been hearing a lot of rumors and theories about her, although none of them sounded as outlandish as the one his father had told him the other night. He doesn’t remember which ones had come about. However, he knows for sure that they weren’t true, as the girl was smiling at him and he remembered her smiling face. That smile had made him feel a bit better. A little less worried. A little less scared. He’d seen her smile the same way at some of his friends when they had tried to talk to him and, once again, David wondered if he should have been a bit stricter with his father, even if he was right about everything he had said, and had just been too scared to say anything to him. He doesn’t remember seeing that same smile at her when he had talked to her before either. Although considering how she had responded to his request that she stay with him at home for a little while, it’s possible that he was just seeing what he wants to see and that his imag
Goldberg stands directly at the old rusty gate while breathing naturally but trying to suppress the fear inside of him, the smell of rotting bodies, blood, and burnt flesh, makes him feel uncomfortable, he feels like vomiting.When he finally manages to breathe properly after a few minutes he takes his keys out and unlocks the rusty gate. As he opens it, he felt a gush of wind hit him on his body as the gate locks back by itself. After he hears a won't shriek coming from within the building sending fear into his body. He cautiously walked past the gate without thinking twice as he starts walking deeper into the old mansion. At first, the old mansion had a lot of windows, but the glass has been broken and the doors were closed, some of them are missing and others even have holes in them where they have been smashed with blunt objects.As he walks further, he noticed a small door in the back of the room. He walks over to it and looks inside before closing it quietly behind him, he fin