Cory's gaze shifted from the Sheriff to the voice that had just interrupted. There was a middle-aged man standing behind the sheriff. The man took two more steps and was now standing next to the sheriff. As the man exchanged greetings with the Sheriff, Cory looked closely. The man looked quite familiar. Cory was sure about this, but he couldn't really place where he knew the man from. He tried to rack his brain for a while whether or not he would get a catch, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't reach the answer he was craving for. "You must remember me." The man offered his hand to Cory. "Please excuse me." The Sheriff turned around and returned to the vehicles. At once, the vehicles left the premises. Cory could now concentrate on the man. He was staring at the hand of the man that had been stretched, seeking for a shake. He didn't take the hand. He tried to make another attempt whether or not he would recall from where he knew the man. "I don't mean to be rude,
Cory was shaken to the very depth of his bones. He was heavy from deep inside. He could feel fear creeping from deep inside of him, crawling out to make a patch on his skin. The sight his eyes had held was so terrifying that he didn't want to look at it again, but he wouldn't be able to ignore it. It was very disturbing and uncomfortable. There were two deep holes in his nape. The holes were fresh and very pink. There were clots of blood lacing the corners of the holes. It would seem as though a machine had drilled two hollows into his neck. The pain intensified by the second. Cory didn't know what to do. His mind was blank. His head was heavy, pounding! Yet he couldn't choose the right decision. He tried to clasp his palm to the wound, but he couldn't keep the palm there for long. His neck had become sticky, and his palm was almost glued to his nape. The fear deepened as he realised that the situation was literally getting worse. He would have to do something. He needed to come
"Cory." Elaine called his name, but he wasn't seeing her. His gaze was fixed on the man who was standing next to her. The man who was wearing a silly smile. The smile really disturbed him as he stared at the man. He felt something deep inside of him stirring up. He couldn't tell what it was yet, but he was certain that it was affiliated to rage. "I wanted to come tell you that Mara is awake. I didn't want her to go through the stress of coming all the way here. If you want to see her, you can come with me now." Elaine said to him. Cory stepped out of the living room. He still didn't give Elaine a glance. He grabbed the man by the chest, fisting his cloth. He began to push the man away as he led the way. "Cory!!!" There was urgency in Elaine's voice this time. She had no idea what the matter was. She didn't think she knew the man whom Cory had just grabbed. She didn't want to assume the situation. She turned to see Cory pushing the man away. She almost tripped and fell because o
Cory found the question very strange, but his fist was still in the air, hovering over the face of the man. A part of him wanted him to believe that the man was pulling a prank on him. But then again, when he thought about it, why would the man want to pull a prank?From the look of what happened a few minutes ago, while he was choking the man, the man was laughing and unbothered. This means that the man didn't see Cory as a threat. If the man does not seem him as a threat, then why would he be trying to pull a prank? A prank to stop Cory from punching him? When can he just beat Cory up?!These series of questions almost burst the head of Cory open. He developed a severe headache in the midst of this. "Arggh!!! Don't try to fool me!!!" He growled, deciding to bring the fist into the face of the man. His fist went through the air. He couldn't punch the man. He didn't! He wanted to. He made an attempt to! He followed through with the action, but he didn't punch the man. His fist did
Cory stopped when he saw Elaine looking around for him. He noticed that she was on a call. He didn't move for the next few seconds. Although he was staring at her, yet there were a couple of things going on in his head. Regarding the villain, Cory believed that he was close to understanding what was happening, yet it also felt like he was still very much clueless. He was lost in the train of thoughts. Point in time, Elaine turned around to see him standing in the way. She started to hurry towards him. There was a great mud of concern splattered across her face. "What happened just now?" She asked as soon as she got to him. "I was just staring at you a few moments ago, and then you were gone. Like you vanished. What's happening, Cory? Where did you come from again? I just turned away from this direction. You were not here." Elaine argued relentlessly. Cory understood that her argument was very valid. He shouldn't be making her worry this much. But then, when he thought of it again,
Anna was fuming in utmost rage as she paced the living room. Cory was at the open bar of the space. He was pouring some glasses of wine. Anna couldn't make herself stop. She kept pacing. It would seem as though she was trying to lose weight with the manner at which she was stomping and moving. Cory finished pouring the drinks and returned towards her. He walked straight to one of the couches and settled in. Settling in, he placed the stem of one of the glasses on the glass table and sipped from the other one. Anna stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Her eyes were red now. Her cheeks were plain. It would seem as though her cheeks handed over the red duty to the eyes. She glared at Cory, who was still drinking the wine. Cory finished drinking and then placed the empty glass on the table. As soon as he did that, Anna started to stomp towards him. Cory didn't realise what was happening yet. He was still savoring the sumptuous taste of the resplendent and timeless wine. By the ti
Cory rolled in bed, and his eyes flipped open. He could tell that it was a new day. His mind was less clustered. But it didn't take for long when those old thoughts started to stream into the hollow of his consciousness. He sat up in bed. It would seem like he had just made an attempt to block the stream of thoughts. Well, that wasn't really far from his intentions. "I don't want to think about those things again. Today is a new day. A new dawn, and it will be treated as such." He concluded, taking a deep breath. He shut the old thoughts off. If he was going to have a great day, he knew that he would have to let go of the past. Today was the day of the beauty pageant party! He couldn't appear there looking out of place, both physically and psychologically. He refused to be seen as such. He quickly hurried to the bathroom and slipped into the jacuzzi. He poured himself a glass of wine and let the steam of the foamy bath seethe into every corner of his body. When he had enough and
Cory turned around this time. As he stared at Anna, he wasn't really looking at her face. Instead, he was looking at her hair. Her hair looked so disheveled and her clothes were rumpled. If Cory didn't have some restraint, he would be making fun of her right now because of what she looked like at that present condition. And now she said she wants to come with him? In that state?! How funny!Cory didn't want to take her seriously. Why would she say that she wants to follow him? He couldn't find a reason whatsoever for it. Cory decided not to answer her. He turned around and opened the door. If he was to respond to her, then she would have a reason to drag this out. Cory was already too late to entertain a drama. "You can't stop me from coming." Anna added. At this point, Cory couldn't pretend that he didn't hear her. Even if he wanted to pretend, her words were so bold and resounding that his mind wouldn't let them go easily. "What are you doing, Anna?" Cory asked after deciding t