How could he?
She is my.
How could he?
He prevents me...
"Quickly, please." Tears are attempting to form from my rage, but I'm fighting them back. I must visit her. I must help her. Why does he stop me now? But Laura is my top focus right now. She forewarned me, and I am aware that she is responsible for everything. Why didn't she just let them be?
She is harming them as a result of me. Every time she entered, my present and past were broken. Just not right now. Contain your rage. In front of her building, the cab was parked. When I spoke to the receptionist, she informed me that Laura was occupied, but I proceeded to see her anyway.
"Laura!" Like hers, her apartment is filled with replicas. I know she is here.
"Laura! Come d.."
"Why are you shouting so loudly, my dear girl?" She emerges from her room carrying a beverage. As soon as her feet approached me, all of my strength vanished. Her broad smile conveys to everyone how happy she is at the moment.
"How dare you?"
"I did warn you. It's only the start. Why are you here, though? Oh no, Ronald forbade you. Sorry girl, I just threw a tantrum in his ear, but..." She calmly takes a sip while sitting on the couch. Don't let me murder her, God.
"I warned you it wasn't in my hands at the moment. I am employed by him." I sob inconsolably.
"Resignation."
"Why?"
"Because every time I look at them, the time I want to forget always stands in front of me. I endure a lot of pain because of you." She raised her hand and touched me. She keeps putting the blame on me.
"I sacrifice myself." Every house wall was abruptly broken by her laugh. She began to walk towards me as her feet stumbled over one another. She has money and drinks.
"You are present."
"It was just a mistake." When she arrived and stood close to me, I could see she didn't feel good. I sense her.
Dangerous
Negative
"Correct it then. Hence, you have already committed a sin. Well, how could I forget Jessie's face? Don't you see it? I'll show you her face now." She selected her most costly phone and displayed some images for me. The land I was standing on just a moment before fades away, and at first I wonder who that is.
"I.. it's..."
"Poor Jessie, I say. Look.." I yank her from the dress before she can finish her sentence. My pent-up wrath, which has been building for years, finally broke out. Her terrible and horrified gaze was followed by contorted lips.
"Rose, you're doing it wrong. You are free to do what you choose, but I'll hurt Jessie in your place." Why?
"Why not say I'm enough for you?" How come, Jessie?
"Because she is a mistake. She reminds me so much of you that I want to hurt her. She's your sister for fucksakes."
"Language Laura, or I won't hold back from repeating the errors that everyone holds me accountable for." When I spoke, her smile vanished. She is aware of what I'm discussing.
"If you harm me, you also harm them. You stand to lose something.
"You are correct here. Laura. The previous time, I had nothing to contend with; however, this time, I had a loving family. Don't let yourself become subject to mistakes. What if Ronald is not mine, he despises me, and you are aware of his desires? Jessie is, in fact, my sister and a blessing. We are always by her side. Ronald and I." For me, Jessie is a blessing; yet, Laura sees her as a mistake. A big sister would always defend you and keep you safe, but it's best if I keep my lips shut. Being powerless while watching your sister in front of you hurts.
"You promised me." When I pull her hard in anger, she pulls back forcefully.
"I'm going back on my word."
"The deal was approved by us."
"What Rose? Ignore the first guideline. Never returned in his lifetime. The bargain is shattered since you're here. Now leave, Rose; I've warned you to leave before, but you know I've gone over all acceptable boundaries with you." Despite her departure, I was speechless. The boundaries she is referring to were broken years ago, and my entire world vanished. The riskiest woman I know is her, but what about Jessie? How can I ever again lose my sister? She is the only one I have, yet at this time, I must defend her.
I disregarded him the following day at work. Every time I enter his office, he is on the phone. He is the Ronald that everyone in this workplace used to be familiar with. When every security officer and the director of the FBI department were seated in front of him, he appeared particularly powerful at the time. Yet my sister breaks my heart. I merely want to speak with and see her. Ronald is currently so busy that he didn't even see me when I entered his office. Though I try to ask him about Jessie, nothing occurs.
His rage has been on the boil for five days. Not because of me, but more because no one was able to identify the guy who injured Jessie. But I'm certain it's Laura. He would bark or act humiliatingly if I tried to talk to him or inquire about Jessie. In front of every employee, he insulted me. Why? I'm not to blame. To see my sister, please. She has evolved beyond Ronald.
My ass hurt after eight o'clock. My entire body ached. Nonetheless, Ronald is still at work, and now that his shirt is exposed, his lean muscles are making me look twice. My desire is piqued once more by your untied tie and unkempt hair. He was already irate with me; stop that. But I have to speak with him right now.
"Do you need anything, Mr. Ronald?" He simply shook his head and motioned for me to leave. He's by himself, so this is a good time to inquire about Jessie.
"How is she?"
"Like you're caring. Do you no longer need Brooks?" Why is Brooks stuck with his pin?
"I'm not allowed to meet her."
"Sure, since you're fucking busy in Brooks." He punched the table hard, and my entire body leapt in terror. When the glass touches the ground, it turns brown. He is the dominant male who controls me.
"No! Why do you imagine so much? Look, I'm not here for fighting just to talk with Jessie." Please allow for once. I'm prepared to plead if you want, but will you kindly allow me? He gave me a long glance before looking around the table for something.
"I'm not dreaming. Check out these." He throws some papers or magazines onto my side, and they slowly spread through the air. The title and the image appear slowly. My life is floating weightlessly in the air.
The image of a guy and woman standing closer to one another and licking each other caught my attention, though. The clothing's hue is remarkably similar. I picked up speed and stopped at my location.
No
"It's not us." I said.
"Rose, at the very least, tell me the truth. For once, stop lying."
"I'm not lying, Ronald." I said. Not us, though. Take my advice.
"You have no place in my eyes." He identifies Earth. Who uploaded those images? We are certain that it is not us. When they're dressed in my and Brooks's attire, they appear identical. When I picked up a different newspaper, I saw a degrading headline about us. Who created the headlines for them? Why? My eyes scan every single detail, choosing one after another. He paints everything in dirt.
"It's not us, I assure you."
"Simply stop talking and leave." The garbage in the newspaper is the reason I'm crying. Seeing him suffer as a result of me hurts. Because of me, he is frequently very irate. Here, everything only occurs as a result of one.
"You're not good for Jessie or me, you know that. As awful as your thoughts are, it is your business. You caused things to start happening again. You caused my sister's injury. You're.. repulsive. For the love of God, leave me alone and quit bothering us. Leave."
I can't move as I hear every word he says. How does he respond? I'm horrible for him, he remarked. Jessie's sake. It's not the first time I've been hurt by his words, which is why the tears are now starting to flow. I'm internally bleeding. My heart is in tears.
"You…" I try to wipe away my tears, but they won't stop.
"Y.. y.. I.. You think..." He turned and went away.