Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] Season 1

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] Season 1

Sophia:
I opened the door to my apartment
and gazed inside. It seemed as if there
was a never ending darkness.

I stepped inside and shut the door,
locking it behind me. I jumped when I
heard someone approaching me.

I knelt down and gave my dog a huge
hug.

“Hey Naomi, you miss me?” I said.
She licked my face, and I took it as a
yes. I stood back up and set my bag
and keys on the counter. I turned on
the bright kitchen light and walked over
to the pantry. I took out the heavy bag
of dog food and filled Naomi’s bowl,
then replaced her other bowl with fresh
water.

After she started eating, I grabbed my
bag and went upstairs to my room. I
opened the door and walked over to
my bed. I dumped my bag on my bed
and took off my boots. I was
exhausted. Working seven hours at a
bar each night gets tiring- especially
when you’re a waitress. I always have
to deal with drunks hitting on me,
thinking they’d actually have a chance.
Ha.

I looked over at my bedside table and
stared at pictures of Justin and me.

God, I missed him. He’s in London for
two years for school. He’d only been
gone five months, but it’s felt like ten
years.

I walked into my bathroom and turned
on the shower. I smelled like musty
alcohol, and I desperately needed a
shower. I stripped out of my white
shirt and black shorts and stepped into
the hot, steamy water. I washed my
hair and body, and once I was satisfied
I smelled good, I got out. I walked out
of the bathroom and found Naomi
lying on my bed, chewing on her bone.
I got dressed in my pink tank top and
flannel shorts then sat on the bed
beside her. I looked at the clock and
was surprised to see it was almost
four in the morning.

“Well, looks like I’m going to have to
pull an all night study session, Naomi.
Are you up to it?” I asked her, stroking
her soft, gentle fur. She looked up
from her bone and barked in reply.
“Okay, let’s do this.”

I opened my bag and pulled out my
college algebra textbook and notebook.

I put them on the other side of the bed
and pulled out my English and biology
textbooks. I set them next to my
algebra book and stood up. I’m going
to need some coffee if I’m going to get
all of this done.


I walked down stairs to the kitchen and
turned on the coffee maker. I got down
my huge coffee cup then waited for
the coffee to be made. When the coffee
maker dinged, I poured the hot, black
liquid into my cup. I ran back upstairs,
coffee in hand. I was ready to study.

After an hour of studying and taking
notes, I jumped and almost spilled my
coffee when the doorbell rang. Naomi
picked her head up and silently
growled.

“Down girl,” I said, patting her back. I
stood up and motioned her to follow
me. “Come on.”
We both walked down the stairs and
quietly tip toed to the front door. I
looked through the peep hole and
didn’t see anyone. Naomi growled
beside me, warning me of possible
danger.
“It’s okay, it’s probably just some
stupid prank,” I said, unlocking the
door. I opened it and poked my head
out, looking down the walk way. It was
deadly silent. The lights on the
concrete ceiling were flickering on and
off, and there was a cool breeze
blowing. The air smelled of old pine
wood. I looked out over the metal
railing and gazed at the fountain in the
court yard. The moon light was
reflecting off the dribbling water,
making it shine silver. I shivered, trying
to shake that feeling of being watched
again.

I was about to pull my head back
inside, but something on the cold
ground caught my eye. I fumbled for
the light switch next to the door to turn
on the outside light and looked down
to see what it was. I gasped and stood
there, frozen.

A single red rose was lying on the
welcome mat to my house. There was
a red satin ribbon tied around it. No…
this couldn’t be happening. Is this
some sick joke? Ricky was dead. He
was never coming back.

I pulled my head back inside and
slammed the door. I locked it and
turned off the outside light. Putting my
back to the door, I slid down to the
ground, comforted by Naomi. I glanced
at her scar that Ricky had given to her.

It was over a year ago, but the mark
would always be there.

I remember stabbing him, listening to
him whisper his last few words after
he fell to the floor.
“I love you, Sophie…” he said. I didn’t
think I would ever get the image out of
my head. I watched them carry his
body out of my room. Was he really
not dead? No, he’s dead. He has to be
dead. There’s no possible way he
could have survived.

I shook my head and stood up. I need
to stop doubting myself, or I’ll really
believe he’s back. I walked back up to
my room and returned to studying.

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