True Love's Cure

ke flies. In a swift turn, I drifted at the curve barely missing the white minivan parked at the other side of the street. One of th

d my Jennings J 22 rifle straight to his forehead. His face wa

man's hold and ran into my car. The moment her legs were in, I stepped on the gas and sped off. Th

y? Did-d the

turned to the right to examine her. She couldn't have been older than 17. She looked like a doll, her chestnut hair was packed in a low

ened to her. I had to know who the hell s

parted but she held herself back almost in hesitat

I didn't know where. Never mind that, n

ere?" She vigorously nodded. Huh, not much of a

ll her what happened today. Amelia typed in the address so I could follow directions to her place. The ride there was mostly quiet because I didn't know what to

those guys

hen the third. Luckily, I had a blanket in the backseat, so I parked the car to safely get from behind me, then continued the

er bottom lip quivered. "So, my b-brother co

I can't even begin to imagine how horrible that must have been. And

k home any moment now." She cleaned her eyes and held

ntrance. It held up a sign that read "Nirvana Estates." At the gate some guards walked up to my car and asked for

ge and beautifully adorned with exotic plants, marble fountains and obvious surveillance cameras. Once we approac

rily talking to her while she hung her head. Suddenly some men in jet black suits wal

aid. The men took a deep bow. "Thank you

o y-you want to come inside

head... home," Home. I didn't know where th

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r a faint warm light. My luggage was lying on the edge of her queen size bed. Stacy wore her fanc

t chuckle. Stacy never approved of my type. She believed men should bow at her feet and worshi

up at the top of my screen. It was a work email. I clicked on it to respond till I saw in bold capital letters,