No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I was definitely watching her, but for some reason, as I kept looking, she started to blur in front of my eyes.

Shaking my head, just as I was about to say something, Shirley chimed in, "It's not his wife having a dream; he said he wants to see you."

"What?" I hadn't even finished my question when Shirley became completely indistinct.

Next thing I knew, I felt someone lifting me, Shirley's voice whispering, "You need to rest for a bit."

Why should I sleep?

A voice inside me wondered, but my mouth wouldn't open.

I felt myself being helped up, but I couldn't open my eyes or speak.

I was put into a car, but as for where we were headed, I had no idea. All I knew was someone gave me water, and that's when I could finally open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a tall, unfamiliar man, and yet, I recognized him. He was Mr. Clark's bodyguard.

Everything clicked when I remembered what Shirley had said just before I lost consciousness.

I shifted a bit and asked the man in front of me, "Where's Mr. Clark?"

he ignored me, turning away

couldn't move. Looking around, the place seemed to be an old auto repair shop, given the piles of worn-out tires not far from

wasn't hard to figure out; he probably didn't want me to know something he had done. Clearly, nothing good was coming from

my heart started racing. I'm

to wake me with water, Lord himself might show up soon. Sure enough, not long after, I heard the sound of a

door to where I

all white, looking

young lady, we meet again," Lord said

"Mr. Clark, this isn't my idea of a

much? Hmm?" He stood before me as the bodyguard brought over a chair

why would I bother with you?" I retorted, Shirley's words echoing in my

"So, you've found out. But it

His indifference was astounding.

'it doesn't matter'? Are you

bribed by me. He tampered with the brakes," Lord

you do

really. Just a whim,

could I believe