Helping ZoeyAs Kim entered Zoey's room, he saw her sleeping peacefully, her breathing calm and steady. He approached her bedside quietly, not wanting to disturb her rest. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, feeling a rush of protectiveness wash over him."Zoey, my love," he whispered softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I'll do everything I can to help you through this. You're not alone, I'm right here with you."Zoey stirred slightly in her sleep, as if sensing his presence, but she remained asleep. Kim watched her for a moment longer, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards her. She had been through so much, and yet she still had the strength to keep going.With a determined expression, Kim stood up from the bed and glanced around the room. There were still things he needed to do to make sure Zoey was always comfortable. He made a mental note to check in on the therapist's arrival and to make sure every
A new present Esther sat down next to Zoey, taking her hands gently in hers. "Zoey, I'm so happy that you are here now with us. Kim had suffered a great deal looking for you. In fact, a lot has happened in your absence. there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice soft and solemn. "Kim and I tried to convince Miller that he should let you go by pretending to be in a relationship. We went to the mall together, accepted an interview invite, and tried to be so real."Zoey's eyes widened in surprise as she looked between Esther and Kim. "You did? But... why? It must be exhausting. I could imagine how inconvenient it must’ve been. I'm so sorry. I never thought for once that you guys were not doing anything.""Yeah, we know. But we thought if Miller believed that Kim had moved on, he might release you, but that douchebag still kept you and was still threatening us." Esther explained, her voice sounded like someone who wanted to cry. "But it didn't work. He was still fixated
The Road to HealingThe next day, Esther gathered her belongings, preparing to return to her own home. As they walked to the door, She turned to Kim, with a gentle smile on her face. "I'm going to head back now, Kim. Take care of Zoey for me, make sure she gets all the help she can get. okay?"Kim nodded solemnly, his expression serious. "Of course, Esther. You can count on me. I'll always take care of her, she's my baby."Esther's smile widened, and she turned to Zoey, who was watching them with a mixture of sadness and gratefulness. "Zoey, sweetheart," she said softly, stepping closer to her cousin. "Take care of yourself, okay? And make sure you take your medication."Zoey nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I will, Esther. I promise."Esther reached out and hugged Zoey tightly, feeling the warmth of their bond enveloping her. "And remember, no more crying after I leave, okay? You need to be strong."Zoey hesitated, her lower lip trembling slightly. "But Esther..."Esther
Miller is wantedMiller’s hideout….Miller paced back and forth in his hideout, his mind filled with thoughts of how to revenge and also escape. He had been laying low for months, hiding from the authorities and biding his time. He can't continue to stay in such a place, he was never used to it. It was something he was never used to. Sleeping on a hard surface, eating just bread and water. He could barely feed and the water he had was running out. The only hope is to get in touch with his friend and see how he could go out. Just as he was battling with his thoughts, Just now, his friend called and quickly he answered. His friend's voice crackled over the phone, bringing him news that the heat on him had died down a little."Hey, Miller, it's me," his friend said cautiously. "I've been keeping an eye on things, and it looks like you can start moving around again. Just be careful, alright? The authorities are still relentless."Miller's eyes gleamed with excitement as he listened to h
The way to goMiller finished his meal in silence, the environment was really tensioning. As he pushed his plate away and stood up to head inside to freshen up, his father's stern voice stopped him in his tracks."Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Larkin's voice cut through the room, his expression still hardened."I was just going to freshen up, Dad, or do you enjoy seeing me in this mess?" Miller replied, trying to keep his tone neutral but angry.His father's eyes narrowed. "You think you can just come and go as you please? I have said countless times that you're not welcome here," he spat out, his words filled with bitterness.Miller began to rain insults on his dad, telling him that he was not going to go anywhere. “I dare you to drag me out. Respect yourself, you old fool.”Mrs. Larkin interjected, her voice filled with concern, "Please, let's not argue again. Miller, go freshen up. We'll talk later."But Mr. Larkin wasn't ready to let it go. "He's not welcome under my roof,
A call to freedomMeanwhile, Mr. Larkin was growing increasingly frustrated with his son Miller. Miller had been blaming him for his own bad behavior, refusing to take responsibility. When he had done everything possible to bring him on the right track."It's your fault, Dad! You never listened to me! And you always want to be in control." Miller shouted, his anger boiling over. He was really upset and frustrated. Nothing was working out for him, all his plans had failed now he was on the run and at the mercy of his controlling father.Mr. Larkin, who was trying to remain calm, replied, "No, Miller. You're the one making these bad choices. You need to own up to them. Stand and take responsibility for your decisions."But Miller wouldn't back down. "You always compared me to Kim indirectly. You wanted me to be just like him even though he's not your son! I see it always in your eyes. It's because of you that I turned out like this! You created this monster."Mr. Larkin was feeling irri
The transformation Miller sat hunched over in his dark and quiet room, feeling the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. He glanced around nervously, his unease was growing with each passing moment. He never knew what could come next. He didn't trust anyone now to protect him. Suddenly, the air in the room grew heavy, and thick with a dark mist that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. It was cold and had this dark aura. The mist swirled around him, its tendrils reaching out like ghostly fingers, sending a chill down Miller's spine."Wh-what's going on?" Miller stuttered, his voice trembling with fear as he tried to make sense of the weird sensation.There was no reply, only the oppressive silence of the room interrupted by the faint sound of the swirling mist."Hello?" Miller called out in fear, his voice was wobbling as he felt a sense of premonition. Something was happening but yet, but he couldn't tell what it was. The mist seemed to respond, forming a shadowy image t
The new power Miller's breath hitched as the shadowy figure of the ancestor grew larger, tossing a chilling aura into the low-lit room. "What... What are you?" he stammered, his voice quivering with fear.The ancestor's voice reverberated deep within Miller's mind, sending shivers down his spine. "I am your past, present, and future," it growled ominously, its words sounding loudly in the room.Miller's eyes widened in terror as the ancestor's figure seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. "Please, leave me alone!" he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. This was all Miller wanted, power. but unknown to him the power he sought had been given to him by one person he admired. The ancestor.But the ancestor paid no heed, its presence growing more imposing by the second. "This is your destiny," it commanded, its voice carrying a weight of authority."I don't understand! Please make me understand." Miller exclaimed his fear and curiosity were escalating as he felt a surge o