The bar was a dump. The kind of place frequented only by miserable local men who had a beer in the evening in their work-wear before begrudgingly returning home to their families. Everyone turned to look as they walked in but no one seemed to recognise April. Melinda felt very out of place. Faith howeverContinue reading “Chapter 1.15 – Real Drinks”
This place looks like something from a horror movie.
Not that he really ever had much choice in the matter.
All because of you and your silly little crush on Dr. Vatore.
She always knew when Faith entered the room – or tried to sneak out of it
Someone was winding her up. It was a photo, a trick.
This little shit was winding her up; he had been deliberating for at least three minutes.
Faith was still waving at strange men who were still ignoring her.
“Did you just try to lick me?”
She was rudely disturbed by the blood-curdling sound of April screaming.