I crashed on the bed clutching the plastic bag I had brought in with me close to my breasts. "My room, 506. 6PM. Wear a dress. No underwear" was the l...st thing my ex said to me before walking off. I had bumped into him at the con with his friends. I had broken up with him a year before due to the long distance between us and met someone else not long after. We had been so in love when things were good and he did not take me moving on well. I hadn't seen or spoken to him since and he was still. The front door opened and the world seemed to slow down as his father stepped out of the front door. The blood splattered on his face and shirt caught the flashing light of the police car and glimmered wetly. Anthony could smell the alcohol from the fifteen feet he was at and he could also see the hand wrapped in the hair of his sister's still form. His father took one step dragging his sister in a jerk and she didn't react at all. The police screamed for Anthony to halt and the noise brought. They should be more careful. Chloe was paid to clean and tidy up after the them having access all areas. Well, mostly. The successful business owners clearly too busy to do their own housework. Or maybe just too rich to put themselves through such menial labours. With their money, why would they? Lana was just leaving the house minutes before nine, cutting it fine, heading out into the sunny summers morning, but having just enough time to say a cheery greeting to Chloe. Chloe could smell a waft. So nazia asked me about my life and all and I also asked about nazia life, she is being married for 3 years and now teaching in a school and having a good life. We exchange our number and gone to our destinations.That whole night I was thinking about nazia, next day I just give her a call and said I am near to ur school should I pick her up, she agreed and we went to a restaurant for lunch, she said can we again start sharing poetry I said sure, but we need a peace full place for that she said.