ALEXIA
Three weeks after Leah's death
I hadn't slept in weeks.
My mother died from a heart attack one week ago, and I was feeling nauseous knowing that my father had to go to a home for the elderly. I found a cozy one here, downtown London, and before my mother's burial, like, one hour ago, Shelina and I went to pick him up. I had no tears left inside my body - first Leah, then my mother... it was all too much to take in, for anyone it would've been too much.
During the funeral, I held Shelina's hand at all times. Ingrid hadn't showed up yet - she hasn't been since Leah had died, and I think she swore to herself to never lay foot at a burial after Leah's, because it all hurt too much - and I did not really know if I was mad or understood her way of grieving. Thankfully, Shelina had been my rocks those past very difficult weeks - the most difficult I've ever had.
In the middle of the ceremony, however, the church's gates opened, and a freezing air made way inside the walls. Everybody turned around, and although it was supposed to be a burial, many will remember this day as a resurrection.
I get up first, my knees almost abandoning me, as I whisper:
"... Mapi?"
The blonde with the neck tattoos responds:
"I wouldn't miss my own mother's funeral, would I...?"
***
The next morning, however, the newspaper weren't talking about what happened at Alexia's mother's funeral: the headlines would read as followed:
THE TIMES' STAR JOURNALIST INGRID ENGEN ABDUCTED, THE POLICE HAS NO LEADS.
And so the next chapter begun...
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BOOK II
AVALIABLE
ON
MY
PROFILE
new povs
new twists
new romances
same drama & characters
and the truth closer to being uncovered...
get on board!!!
(and thank you for reading this story <3)
ESTÁ A LER
THE VELVET KILLERS
FanficThree former friends run into each other in London as they were each trying to escape the same secret that broke them apart four years ago...
