The Last Laugh

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Ace's POV:

~~~~ I'm in the stable, on the floor. I'm hungry and tired. I watch the horses eat and I envy them. My throat is dry. I don't have portable water to drink. Christina's put a lock on the tap. I have no right to enter the farmhouse to drink water. No employee wants to help me.

I'm cold and alone. I cry and cry for help. The pain is almost unbearable.

I feel a presence hovering over me. I open my eyes, little Heather. Always so beautiful with her freckles. She has clear pity for me. She smiles a little to make me feel better. I watch her stretch out a hand to me. I look at her. She nods, encouraging me to take her hand.

I reach out for her but she disappears, and Christina is in front of me. She let's out an evil laugh, mocking me.

In a horrible voice, she says:

"You little bastard! You are nothing! Nothing! My daughter is not your level, you ugly snout! Hahahaha! You will die!  Just like your stupid father did! You will die! I'll make sure you do!"

She raises a hand to slap me. I'm afraid. I close my eyes and beg, awaiting the hard slap.

But then, I feel a soft caress against my cheek. I open my eyes. My father!

"Dad?" I cry, unable to believe.

"Sheridan..." he calls.

"Yes, dad. Help me, please." I sob.

"I love you, son. Never forget that."

"Dad, I miss you. Please. I'm maltreated here, please!"

He holds my hand.

assure you. The

know you died but please stay

love you, son. Things never seem the way they are." he starts

watch him disappear in blinding light. "Nooooooo!"

Writer's POV:

own sweat. Panting and dizzy. He'd had an odd, terrible dream. A dream that had brought back all

at the time, three in the morning.

breathing was still raged and his heartbeat had

felt pain,

of bed and went straight to his window to look down at the dark empty

He cried like he was about to lose his life. He cried and gripped his hair, pulling in agony and pain. He felt like shouting in the

would! Even if

his dad's fingers and clothes the only things the sheriff found? Christina! Christina was surely the one behind his father's death and her own husband's death. He had to find proof. He hated that woman. He would do anything, even become her friend, just to revenge and get what was his

Ace's POV:

Heather was still an angel to me. She had always been. I loved her. I had no choice but

moment in her absence to get closer to her mother and sawyer. That was the only chance I had because I couldn't get close to them when she'd be around. I wanted to start showing

been a lustful woman. I would use that to my advantage. Her own lust would lead to her downfall. And if Sawyer resembled her so much in character, then it would be more than easy. Things would change. A

to wash my face. After that, I returned to bed

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got ready for work at

for the office. I reached and

down the hallway, I met with Sawyer.

morning, Sawyer." I said politely with a

surprised

"G– good morning, Ace."