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
Embracing the newfound powerWhen nobody was answering Mr. Larkin’s questions, he became more angry and disturbed. "Miller, what is happening? Can you tell me how you got up there?!" he lashed out, his voice strong and stern.He was stunned, and shouted, "What kind of sorcery is this? Answer me, Miller. Else I’ll call the cops and I'm not joking."Miller remained silent as he felt a wave of power coursing through him, but he was not sure how to control it or what kind of power it was. The ancestor's presence was felt in the background, with a hush of ancient incantations that only he could hear. "Focus, Miller," the ancestor's voice echoed in his mind. "Avoid distraction, it's not over yet.""Can you both leave!!" Miller shouted, his voice filled with anger and desperation. "What are you still doing here?"His mother tried to touch him, but his father held her back. "Stay back! We don't know what he's capable of," he warned.Miller's eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense
Miller’s MisfortuneMiller sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts were consumed by frustration and anger. Everything tends to be going bad for him. He had no money and no friends. Even his gold business had crumbled, leaving him vulnerable to his chief sponsor’s threats. He is always scared for his life. As he thought about these troubles, he could only blame Kim for what had happened to him, his hatred towards Kim kept growing stronger, making him desire revenge at all cost.The door creaked open, and Mr. Larkin cautiously stepped into the room, concern etched on his face. He couldn't sit back and watch Miller bring strange things into his house. Things he didn't understand or know how to control.“Miller, we need to talk. What's happening to you?” Mr. Larkin said, his voice tinged with uneasiness as he stepped into the scattered room. He didn't want to waste any time or beat around the bush.Miller glanced up, his expression was filled with frustration and anger. "Nothing you'd ge