Meredith.Zachary laughed. "I think the person we are both talking about is Fabian Salvatore." I nodded. "Then he is exactly what I say he is. I have known him longer, so I can tell you that fact."There was sincerity in his eyes. Since I already got Fabian to tell his own side of the story, I wanted to hear his. "How were you guys friends?" "Why do I have a feeling you already know the answer to that?""I do but there are always two sides to a story." He snapped his head to my direction, taken aback. "Fine, you are pretty smart." He breathed. "Fabism was there for me in one of my darkest moments. He might say he was an angry kid who just wanted to punch anyone who looked for his trouble which might be true because we were both having issues at home. I was bullied and he always came to my rescue. He once said, beating up.thowe kids who bullied me was a good way to exercise his anger because he could not keep allmof that emotion inside him.." "Guess it made him bitter as hell. Hav
MeredithTime was running so fast that I could barely wrap my head around it. Only a week ago, I was valedictorian and read out the speech only one student could read every year. The feeling had been bliss, but the moment I stepped down from the podium, I'd fallen into being a regular student with just a little social life. But the past week had changed everything, and tonight would have just the same effect.The same day I made my speech, I also got the admission letter to study at the college of my dreams in Italy, and I'm leaving tomorrow. So little time for so much fun.Mom had been a little too over the top in her excitement about letting me off for college; even I couldn't deny the fact I needed a fresh start."Edith, some alcohol to warm your belly," Jayden offered, handing me a small red cup.I bumped into the cup a little from all the bouncing around to Selena Gomez over the club speakers."Thank you," I murmured, drowning out the last part of my sentence with the cup on my li
Meredith"Darling, you don’t have to pull the box all by yourself; let me help you," mom called from the bottom of the stairs, watching me drag my box down the stairs."I can do it myself. Mum, it’s no big deal," I groaned, punctuating every word at the same time I pulled the box down each stair.I heaved a sigh of relief when the tyres touched the end of the stairs.I looked up at her triumphantly."There, my box is down," I told her, rolling the wheels as I made my way to the doorstep.As I walked past her, I looked at her face. It’s hard to miss the tears glistening in her eyes. I quickly wheeled the box into the truck of the airport taxi and ran back towards her, and she opened her arms and engulfed me in a warm hug."I’m so sorry, mom," I say, my voice breaking in sadness. I bat my eyelids to blink back the tears forming."It’s fine, baby. It’s just that I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and I can’t believe it’s here," she sniffled, and I nodded against her body."I’d miss
MeredithI slowly regained consciousness, feeling the sheets first and then the faint scent of booze. Booze? My brain gets alarmed, and then I remember I was already at the dormitory.I allowed my eyes to stay closed for a few seconds. It’s not like I was in a hurry to go anywhere. School doesn’t resume for three days, and all I had to do during this period was job hunt for a side job that'll occupy most of my evenings after school.Finally, my eyes flew open, and my face turned to the side. I jumped in fright, not expecting anyone to be on Kayla’s bed. When I finally stood up to get a better look at the body, I found Kayla herself lying down looking completely buzzed out, probably a bit hungover, so I was careful not to rouse her.I'd only been here twenty-four hours and all I could say about her was related to alcoholic beverages.I tiptoed into the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. I grabbed my brush from the small sink and rinsed it, pressing out a little paste on
MeredithLast night, I could have sworn that hunger would kill me first before they all did. But apparently it didn’t; I was rudely woken up from my tired slumber, which I couldn’t fall into in the first place because of the hunger I felt, and was dragged out of the room.My muscles had grown too weak to resist the pulling, so to save myself more damage, I went along willingly.Now we were standing in what looked like a bathroom stall, with a single shower high up and the knobs just within reach.The environment was rather dirty; streaks of what looked like brown water were spread all over the wall. The water closet in the room was now booming with enough algae to feed a pond. I still wondered why they’d brought me here."Get rid of your filthy clothes; it’s time to shower," the masked man who came to fetch me earlier said.I turned to look at him. Was he being serious? I’m freshening up in an area that literally breathes bacteria."No," I argued weakly in a hoarse voice. He cocked a v
MeredithI had thought I had left it behind in New Orleans.Images of the woman laying in her own pool of blood and a man with a bloodied knife in his hand assaulted my brain. I looked at him, and he stared back at me. I was breathing heavily, and the lady from yesterday had already left.His blue eyes narrowed down on me, pinning me in an intense gaze.This man was dangerously beautiful; his pointed nose sat on his pink lips, which had been pressed into a thin line. His jaw looked hard and square, his forehead smooth, and his skin olive. His full brows accentuated his beautiful looks; his hair was pulled backwards into a small bun; and his features left me mesmerised. I stood afloat; fear was running through my veins. He pushed himself off the railings elegantly and went to take a seat on one of the chairs, and I’m left to wonder how such a cold-hearted killer could be this attractive."Come sit with me," he said in a soft yet firm voice that made really wild thoughts roam in my head.
MeredithI never thought I would see the inside of the school environment again.I was left to find a way to fend for myself, apparently being watched by this mystery man who had made a decision to spare my life. He could have finished me off, like he did to that cold lady, but he chose to spare my life. My head was pounding; I think my food was mixed with something that had put me out for some weird reason.I sighed walking into my dorm room when Kayla was wandering around the room. I staggered into my dorm room. My stuff was still on my bed, unpacked."Yo, you look terrible." I shrugged, not knowing what to tell her. It was one thing to scream my lungs out; it was entirely different to spill what I had experienced. She might be the one who is watching me. Not to sound clingy or anything, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who minces his words. I didn't want to find out what he meant when he said he was watching me. Kayla looked at me with wary eyes and asked, "Are you sure you
MeredithHis name rolled off my tongue in a savoury way. At the same time, it brought shivers down my spine.He was a cold killer, yet he had shown me kindness. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I was surprised that my phone was still with me. I looked at my desk and saw my bag that had me lost when I was kidnapped. The little cash I had and my phone were still intact."How did these get here?" I asked myself, checking over my shoulder, if anyone was here. I was the only one in the room. The ringtone buzzed, snapping me out of my fear. It was Mom.I groaned, realising just how much she might be worried. I quickly answered the phone."Hey Mom!""You ran off to a new country without notice, and now you won't pick up my calls? Sending lame messages that you are fine?""I sent a message." I glared, wondering if it really was my mom speaking to me. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Stupid girl. "I'm so sorry, Mom. It's the beginning of the school season, and everyth