Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
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Romana Ellis was the most ruthless and beautiful woman that he had ever met.
White Oleander.
Beautiful but deadly.
She didn't like to voice her opinion in a vocal way, well maybe not when it came to sex.
Writing wasn't her forte. In all honesty she never revealed feelings at all. Unless she was acting.
And she was a very, very, good actress.
Emotions were considered a sin in their world.
They showed a sign of weakness.
Romana was a perfect angel.
Of coarse she had nothing to have emotions towards.
Her entire family was dead. Of coarse she did kill them herself for personal reasons she would never reveal to him, but they were dead.
She strutted into work the next day. Uncaring of the stares following her sultry stride across the building to her office.
She killed alot of people.
A list of countless names appeared in his head.
One or two Franks.
Maybe a Colieen.
Multiple Jrs.
And she never cared.
Well, actually she never had cared.
'Wait until she hears who I'm about to hire a hit man for.' his lips curved upward in an evil smile.
Which was better than...hers.
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Phones are annoying.
Why people insisted on carrying then around in their pocket, attempting to annoy others around her with their incessant ringing, was beyond her logic.
So naturally she was annoyed when the phone started to ring, again, while she was finishing up the last minute of her day.
"Pilar." an angered and dismal voice on the other end stated.
"Yes, Mrs. Crane?" she asked.
"I would prefer you to come down to the hospital right now." she paused briefly, "as a friend using her spare time to comfort another friend." her voice grew softer with each word. And that was what worried her.
"What's wrong?"
"Ethan..." yes, there were other word that came after that, but it was the only thing she heard.
Hospital + Ethan = nothing good.
"Pilar?" Ivy questioned the woman's hearing.
"Pilar?"
"What? Yes, I'm here. What happened to him?" she questioned in her Spanish accent.
"All I know is he was hit in the head, and is in a coma." Ivy replied with a concerned tone.
"What?" tears threatened to fall down her smooth cheeks.
"I know. Please come." with that the connection was no longer there, leaving Pilar standing in the middle of the mansion holding a phone to her ear, tears streaming down her face.
I still hate phones.
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"Why do you have to leave now?" she asked, tears swelling.
"I can't stay here. As much as I want to stay. Anyway I already testified. What else can I do here?"
"Friends forever." her tone turned hostile.
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay here anymore. I can't stay in a foster home with two strangers who only want me so they can avoid taxes. Anyway I'm old enough to leave, so I am. I will."
"I don't have any other friends here Theresa."
"Look I'll e-mail you." she looked at the girl two years younger than she with extreme sadness.
"Don't count on a reply." she walked away from the last friend she would ever have.
"Would you say you push people away?" the therapist asked.
"Why am I here?" she shot back for the 100th time.
"Mandatory evaluation. It's your policy."
"It wasn't meant for me to sit and suffer through. It was meant to torture the people I hated at this company." she retaliated.
"It's good to know you think so highly of me."
"Look, I don't take shit from anyone, so basically I'd rather just sleep. I mean why else do you have these chairs?"
"How about this, I just leave." the therapist got up and exited her office, as Romana fell into slumber.
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For a small town this place had adequate shopping.
Of coarse a quarter of the stuff here was influenced in some way by her, but there wasn't alot of places here either.
Just alot of lobster places, and some other things.
God, LA was so much more different than this.
"Excuse me." she heard a voice from behind.
Theresa turned around to come face to face with a young couple, and a small child whose winter clothing was bigger than he was.
'Remember envy is one of the seven deadly sins.'
"Yes?"
"Would you mind taking a picture?" she asked handing her a camera, as if she had already said yes to their request.
"Sure."
With that the family scrunched in together in the cutest pose.
'Deadly sin.'
A flash then went off that blinded the people on the other end.
'Ha.'
But they were still smiling as she gave them back the camera.
"Thank you...what's your name?" the lady was too polite.
"Theresa." she replied in a cheerful tone. "No problem."
'It was a problem.'
She was 23 and she wasn't even dating anyone.
And then the scariest thing possible happened.
A picture of the guy she hit with her cell phone popped into her head.
Meaning he was somehow associated with the word boyfriend.
And she couldn't afford to have one.
