Sylent Nyght, Amber Riel [bill gates books recommendations TXT] 📗

one you love. Either way you hurt the one you love whether you mean to or not. I’m sorry.” 

Rocky finished eating and left the room.         

“I’m tired, honey.  You want to go to bed yet or do you want to stay down here for a little while?”         

Nyght smiled.         

“Alright then.”  Raymond stood up and grabbed Nyght’s hand.  “Let’s go to bed.”

 

          

The couple walked upstairs and made their way into the bedroom.  The puppy ran into the room before Raymond had time to close the door.  “Looks like Rocky doesn’t like to be by himself,” he told Nyght.         

Nyght picked up the little mutt and placed him on the bed.         

Raymond walked over to his dear little wife, turning her to face him.  “You can’t go to bed until I get my good night kiss.”         

Nyght smiled at her husband’s words then they shared a brief kiss.

 

          

Evlyn worked her way through the street, heading to her house, when Riley had found her.  “Oh, Evlyn,” the guy said, looking at her.  “I’m looking forward to our date on Friday. I can’t wait.”          

Evlyn smiled.  “Yea me either.”         

“Why are you out walking this late at night?”         

“My car broken down and I didn’t want to fight with it.  I’m on my way home.”         

“I’ll walk with you.  It’s actually much safer anyways. Especially, because of the murders that have been going on recently.”         

“Thank you but I am a cop and I know self-defense.”         

“That doesn’t mean anything. You could still get jumped.”         

“Yea that’s true. But not only that the murders happened in the victims’ houses so either way it wouldn’t matter.”         

“Then let me stay at you’re house tonight and I’ll keep you safe. We don’t have to share the same room. I’m a good boy. I’ll respect you.”         

“Like I haven’t heard that one before.” Evlyn kind of laughed.  “I think I’ll be fine thank you.”

 

          

Nyght woke up and leaned forward, sitting upright on the bed.

         

Raymond kind of rolled over, waking up.  He noticed Nyght was awake and didn’t have to ask why.  “Another dream about that day. Nyght, try and go back to sleep. And don’t think about that day. You don’t need to worry about it. Okay, honey. We’re slowly getting revenge for what they had done. It’s okay, Nyght. Try and go back to bed, honey.”         

She ignored Raymond and stood up.  She walked over to the window where the moonlight shone in the dark room, kind of lighting the area.  Her attention moved around toward the outside.         

Raymond sat up.  “Honey, please come back to bed.”         

Nyght began growing angry while thoughts filled her head.         

Within a blink of an eye, Raymond held her fist. He had moved quickly out of bed when he realized that Nyght was lost in fire of anger.  “No, honey.  You can take your anger out on me but I will not let you destroy this house.  This is our only place for now.  I will not let you destroy it. You had another dream. Another nightmare of that day and I don’t want you to destroy everything in sight.  We’re only marking off the person who were responsible and that’s it. Got it, Nyght?”         

Nyght looked up at her husband, losing the anger.         

“It’s okay to hurt.  Come here.  We’re going to get through this; until we’re done. Come on to bed.  We need to rest.  Come on, honey.”

Annoying Neighbor

A week had passed since Nyght and Raymond had moved into their new two-story home, when a somewhat quiet but hearable knock came from the front door.  Nyght made her way to the door and opened it.  A blonde woman stood on the kind of small porch, holding a round decorative bowl in her hands.  She looked to be somewhere in her late thirties, early forties.  Her blue eyes glistened with her smile and she handed the bowl to Nyght.  “Hello,” she spoke with an overly friendly tone in her voice which Nyght found to be annoying.  “Sorry I didn’t come over sooner.”         

Nyght took the bowl, confused.         

“I’m Wanda Willis,” the woman introduced herself.  “I live next door.  I would have been here sooner to welcome you and your husband but I and my husband just got back from a vacation. We were told that you two had just moved in and I wanted to drop off these homemade cookies as a way to say, ‘Welcome to the neighborhood.’”         

Nyght looked down at the bowl in her hands then to Mrs. Willis.         

“It’s a small world literally. Everyone here knows everyone and everything.”         

Nyght closed the door while the other woman continued to move her mouth.  Clearly, she had been extremely annoyed by the new comer and didn’t care if she was being rude or not.         

“I think that maybe we should have a double date sometime,” Mrs. Willis’s voice spoke through the closed door.  Obviously, she didn’t get the hint.  “You and your husband....”         

Raymond walked into the room to see what all the commotion was about.  “Who was that?”         

Nyght kind of left the door.         

“Hello,” Raymond replied, opening the door.  “I’m Raymond Miller and well you met my wife, Nyght Miller.  Sorry about her rudeness. She’s mute and she kind of doesn’t want to hear a lot of people talking because she feels that it’s a tease to her.”         

Nyght raised an eyebrow at Raymond.         

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know,” Mrs. Willis responded, turning her attention toward the mute.         

“It’s okay,” Raymond replied.  “It’s not going to kill her.  Would you like to come in?”         

Nyght kind of dropped her mouth and shook her head.         

Mrs. Willis took a step inside.  “Oh I’m Wanda Willis.”         

“It’s nice to meet you,” Raymond spoke with a friendly tone.         

“I was telling Nyght that we should double date some time. I and my husband always have a date night and we would be delighted to have you both join us.”         

Nyght kind of rolled her eyes.  She didn’t want to spend another second with the annoying neighbor.        

“It would be fun.”         

“It sounds like a great idea.  Don’t you agree, honey?” Raymond asked.         

A rude smile worked its way onto Nyght’s face.  She disagreed with the idea but couldn’t speak her mind.  She didn’t want to deal with the woman and her husband for one bit.         

“Oh and before I forget, I brought that bowl of homemade cookies for the two of you.”         

“Why thank you, Mrs. Willis. That was sweet of you. Don’t you agree, Nyght?”         

Nyght stared at Raymond.  She couldn’t believe how he could be so nice to someone who was so annoying.         

“Well, I would love to stay and chat but I have to get back to my house and supper.”         

“I got an idea why don’t you and your husband come here tonight and we can get to know each other?” 

Nyght’s mouth dropped at her husband’s suggestion.         

Mrs. Willis took a moment to consider Raymond’s question.  “That sounds fun. I’ll just have to talk to him about it.  Nice meeting you two.”         

“Nice meeting you too.”         

Mrs. Willis left without another word.         

Raymond closed the door but kept his hand on the doorknob and turned his attention toward Nyght.  “Why were you being rude, Nyght?”         

Nyght looked at Raymond.         

“You can’t be rude to people like that. Especially when they bring you cookies.” The man looked into the bowl to see what kind of cookies their neighbor had brought them.  “Is that peanut butter?” He asked, kind of being ironic.  “Anyways, she’s our neighbor. You think she’s annoying like The Nanny, don’t you?”         

Nyght nodded.         

“So what if she’s annoying? Her and her husband are invited to come over and besides I have a good feeling that they’re next on the list.”         

Nyght continued to stare at Raymond but this time with interest at the last five words which came from his mouth.         

“Yes but you can’t do anything yet. That’s why I invited them over anyways. Besides before you do anything, I have a couple of more things, but for tonight we are to stay home and have a nice cooked meal with two of our neighbors. Now we need to find something that the living likes to eat.”         

Nyght nodded.

 

          

Leanna, Chris, and Evlyn were sitting inside of a dinner.  Each of them had cups on the table but none of them had felt like eating.  They were worn out from the cases, trying to figure out what they were missing.  “No leads. No leads. No stupid stinking leads. This is ridiculous. What are we supposed to do?” Evlyn asked, frustrated and tired.  “Have people evacuated their homes until the murderer or murderers are caught?”         

“You can only do that when giant lizards are attacking. Don’t you learn anything from movies?” Chris replied.         

“For the hundredth time, Chris. Godzilla is a fiction movie not nonfiction. Idiot,” Leanna replied, annoyed by the guy’s response.         

“Actually, it’s a science-fiction movie and science-fiction means that it can happen.”         

“Yea,” Evlyn replied, sarcastically, “if you believe in aliens.”         

“They do exist. Why do you think that area fifty-one is so top secret?”         

Evlyn and Leanna stared at Chris then exchanged glances with each other only to bring their gaze back to their coworker.  “You’re an idiot,” Leanna answered.         

“Okay can we get off of this subject? I feel like I’m stuck with five-year-olds,” Evlyn replied.         

“Yea…. So how are things going so far for you and Riley?”         

“I feel girl talk coming on so I’m going to go ahead and leave. See you two later.”  Chris grabbed his cup and left.         

“So?”         

“He’s so amazing and so sweet. He’s the perfect guy. Well not perfect,” Evlyn answered, acting like she was back in high school, “but he’s close enough.”         

“Aw that’s so cute. I think that you two are going to wind up getting hitched after me