SAUNDERS HOME - 7:00 AM

In my night bedroom, I'm laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling, spaced out. Unable to get any sleep, I sits up straight and gets up, slowly walking up to my vanity mirror and opens the top drawer and pulls out my short silver gray wig.

I pulls out my phone and dials my boyfriend's, Aiden's, phone.

"Angie, Hi. What are you doing up so early?" Aiden asked me on the phone.

"I need you to meet me at Sotheby's." I said to him on the phone.

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SOTHEBY'S

Aiden slowly walks into the lounge center, looking around for me.

"Angie?" Aiden said, looking around at the empty lounge center. "Angie?"

"Angie's not here." Quinton Kiermont said, slowly walking inside the lounge center. "But I am."

"What the hell are you doing here, Quinton?" Aiden asked him.

"I could asks you the same thing." Quinton said to him.

Quinton and Aiden exchange annoyed looks at each other. The door opens and I slowly walks inside.

Aiden looks at my upgraded "Dark Angie" outfit, which doesn't faze him. But it fazes Quinton Kiermont a little.

"Angie said you wanted me, so, here I am." I tell Quinton with a straight face.

Suddenly, Aiden puts a washcloth, with some anesthesia on it, on Quinton's face, knocking him out unconscious.

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Afterwards, Quinton Kiermont regains his conscious and finds himself tied up to a chair.

Quinton looks up at me, and I'm holding a pocket knife.

Quinton chuckles, menacingly. "What are you gonna do with that pocket knife, Angie?"

"The pocket knife is yours. I'm just borrowing it." I said, and stabs him in the thigh with it.

Quinton grunts in agony pain.

"Angie? What the hell?" Aiden said, bewildered.

"Is this supposed to hurt me, SweetiePea?" Quinton asked me.

"Nope." I said.

Aiden then, grabs a keg of water and I put the washcloth on Quinton's face and he mumbles.

Aiden starts to pour a keg of water on Quinton's face.

Quinton squirms due to the water through the washcloth.

Aiden and I exchange looks at each other and he gently sets down the keg of water on the floor.

Untying Quinton from the chair, Aiden and I exchange looks at each other.

Quinton falls on the floor, coughing.

Aiden looks at me, worriedly. And I looks at him with a straight face and sly smiles, which makes Aiden worry even more.

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HARPER HOME

That same early morning, In Aiden's bedroom, with his nightstand lamplight turned on, Aiden is sitting on his ottoman. And I'm sitting at his computer desk, sideways in his chair. And he's worried.

"What the hell were you thinking, Andy?" Aiden asked me, annoyed.

"Quinton had it coming to him." I tell him.

"So, you got your revenge by becoming your Dark Angie? This isn't you? And you know it isn't it." Aiden said.

I turn sideways in his chair. "You don't like my Dark Angie outfit?"

"You know what I meant, Angie." Aiden said to me.

"Okay, I got carried away." I said, slowly getting up and slowly walks up to him. "I'm sorry."

"Angie, your behavior changed and you weren't yourself." Aiden said to me, gently wraps his arms around my waist. "I'm really worried about you."

"I'll be fine, Aidy." I reassured him with a small smile. "I'll be fine."

Aiden and I exchange small smiles at each other and we share a kiss. He unfastens his hoodie jacket, pulls it off, revealing his bare chest and with his blue cobra tattoo on his right shoulder; and a rose tattoo on his right side chest.

"Nice rose tattoo." I said.

"Thanks." Aiden said, gently sitting me in his lap, in a straddle position.

Aiden and I exchange small smiles at each other; and he gently pulls off my dark pink lounge A shirt, revealing my Natori light green lace bra.

Aiden and I kisses each other, starting to make out, passionately. He gently lays me down on his bed and we kiss each other.

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THAT SAME MORNING Aiden and I, both shirtless, wearing his boxer briefs and my undies, are laying in his bed with the plush thick gray bedcover covering my torso and lower half of my body and his lower half of his body.

"If my sudden change in my behavior scared you a little, I'm sorry." I said to him.

"It's okay, Shortcake." Aiden replied, sitting up sideways, gently resting his head on his hand. "I love you. I've always loved you and I've wanted you. You slipped through my fingers the first time, I didn't want you to slip through my fingers this time."

Aiden and I exchange small smiles at each other.

"I gotta go." I said, sitting up straight with the plush bedcover covering my torso, and puts on Aiden's shirt, and walks away.

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JEN'S DINER

That afternoon, I'm sitting at the diner counter with my strawberry banana milkshake and paper food tray of tater tots.

So, I'm sitting here at the diner counter, and Amy Tooney sits down beside me at the diner counter.

Amy Tooney and I exchange looks at each other. She has a few bruises on her left and right cheeks.

"Goodness, Angie. Seems like you've seen a ghost." Amy said in her English accent.

"How?" I asked, bewildered.

"How as in 'How am I alive and well?' ", oh, Angiepoo. Did you really not think that I would actually stab myself?" Amy said with a chuckle. "While you were having your fun thinking I was deceased, I was a bit occupied. I'll see you around, Angie."

Amy and I exchange annoyed looks at each other. She gets up and walks away.

Amy pauses at the diner door. "By the way, Angie. My husband, Quinton, told me what you did at the Sotheby's Lounge Center."

Amy and I exchange looks at each other and she walks out of Jen's Diner.

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