All Chapters of All Things Lovely: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 JUSTIN THOUGHT QUICKLY and opened the door, pulling me inside with him into the darkness. The door clicked shut just as voices were heard.The two men were now talking just outside the door, and it was nerve-wracking. Every word of theirs seemed dragged, like a YouTube video playing at 0.75 speed. They could open the door at any time—which really wasn't helping my anxiety.

 SNEAKING OUT HAD been very stressful. Especially when Parker decided that it would be wise to stand in the middle of a wide and commonly used hallway to admire the smoothness of the walls.

 "WHAT'S WRONG?" he asked, voice filled with concern. And it seemed so genuine."It's nothing," I said with as much nonchalance as I could muster. I opened the door and got out of the car, aiming to go inside, but Justin, apparently, had other plans.

 I WAS FLOATING.There was no other way I could explain it. I felt like I was floating, drifting with a summer wind. I stared up the ceiling for so long after I fell into bed, that I could swear it moved at one point. Or maybe I was just giddy from happiness.

 THE NEXT MORNING was quite like the previous one. I had kick Justin out of my room before Drake or Parker woke up, and then I went to work on time for the first time in very long time. Rita was shocked at my early appearance and had made sure I heard the mocking in her 'good morning'.Downtown Diner was full for the first time in ages, and I was glad to find something to distract myself with. It had been boring wo

 I HAD STAYED up all night, working on my applications for different grad schools and scholarships. There were many institutes that offered the highest master's degree for journalism. The deadlines were close, and I mentally beat myself up for not turning in my applications earlier.Luckily, Stony Brook University was offering a scholarship, picking the winners by their past records and merits along with a thousand

 HE GOT OFF of the couch he had planted himself on, wincing as his feet touched the ground, which usually happened when you'd been sitting for too long, and I suspected that part of the reason he didn't want me to see what was on that drive was that it would require him to go retrieve it.I sat down in his spot just to taunt him.

 WHITE WAS A depressing color, I'd decided. It was too empty, too constricted. It wasn't the best color to be around when someone wanted to know something for certain. The entire hospital was white, and the longer I stared, the more I thought—something I really didn't want to do now because my thoughts were my safe place no longer.

 WHEN A BLACK Mercedes that I knew all too well pulled up in the driveway at an alarming speed which was likely to leave tire marks, I got in before the driver could get out.Al stared at me for a good minute and when he finally opened his mouth to say something, I cut him off.

 2 MONTHS LATERDRESSING PROPERLY WAS the hardest part of being the new CEO of Shade Enterprises.