It all started on a Friday Night. 13 suspects, 1 dead body and a lot of blood.
Two complete strangers meet up to solve the mysterious shocking murder of their common friend and well-known footballer Colber Foster.
Meet Evren Maddox - the ravishing...
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"FRAGMENTED"
A/N: Hello babes! Another chapter to go so hold on tight because now things will get fun. I hope with this one you'll be able to understand Colber's actions better as well as his intentions towards the bonds created ❤️
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EVREN's POV
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18PM, AFTER CLASSES, SAME PLACE. Got it. I nod with my head, reassuring I have another appointment at Rhys's apartment. My eyelids suddenly feel heavy once my feet touch the floor of my bedroom.
I stretch my dump body alongside the mattress of my cozy bed positioning my elbows to support my chin. My eyes close immediately as I sense the exhaustion tickling my skin, the loud excruciating noises battle inside my ears.
I should sleep more. I keep waking up too early, 2 to 3 hours earlier than normal me would, especially because of the classes. But when my bones discover the soft materials of the sheets I still take an eternity before going dark.
Getting back to this place really fucks me up. And the hardest part is, I can't prevent it from fucking me up. There's always something else lurking behind me, something stopping me from moving ahead, or some devilish being awaiting on the perfect moment to trip me up.
I wouldn't call it bad luck, no, I believe it's much more similar to "they way things are". Perhaps it sounds corny, but without a doubt, there's a lot of circumstances which I can't overthrown.
That's just the way the world works when it comes to me - it likes to put me on a test, challenges me, corners me now and then.
And, who knows, maybe that's my task: to keep enduring until things come to pass.
I heard a knock on my bedroom door, so I respond "yeah?", perfectly knowing it must be my roommate.
