LOGINGrace's POVThe silence inside the holding room was suffocating.I stared at my trembling hands resting on the cold metal table. The sting on my cheek from Aunt Lucy's slap had faded, but the ache in my chest only seemed to grow heavier with every passing second.For twelve years...Twelve long years.Everything had led to this moment.The sound of the door opening echoed through the room.A police officer stepped inside, followed by Allen.He remained standing near the entrance, his tailored suit now wrinkled after what had clearly been a long day. His expression was unreadable, but the disappointment in his eyes cut deeper than any punishment I could receive."I didn't come here to defend you," he said quietly.I lowered my head."I know.""I came because Cheryl asked me to."Those words caught me off guard.My head snapped up."She... what?"Allen folded his arms."She asked me not to hate you before hearing your side of the story."A bitter laugh escaped my lips."That sounds exac
Cheryl’s POV “I thought we were friends—” the lump in my throat grew even bigger. I was caught in the delusion that Grace was someone I could rely on. Twelve years ago we were barely strangers that met in school. I was the shy and quiet girl while she attracted the crowd. I found it hard to believe at first, a girl like her wanting to be friends with me. Nonetheless, I cleared the doubt and agreed to be her friend. “Did you even want to be friends in the first place?” I clenched my fist so hard it was turning white. I stood before her while she cowered her head away. I wanted to punch her, I had never been so mad and furious like I was not even with Margaret. It’s true that I had pent up anger towards her, but that’s was because I lived in the illusion that one day she would accept me as a daughter. “You’re very shameless.” Aunt Lucy still in pajamas descended the stairs. She hurriedly strolled towards Grace and like lightening slapped her in the face. The sound resonated. Vincen
Allen’s POV It had been a week since the incident. When I’m out of the house I make sure to check up on Cheryl every few hours. Aunt Lucy stays with her on days when she is alone. Everyone’s worried one way or the other. “Thinking about your love, I see.” Vincent twirled in his chair. He kept the booklet he was going through, poured coffee from the machine and sat right back. “What are you doing here again?” I raised an eyebrow. He has been following me to work for three days straight. He would sit in the usual guest chairs and bug me all day. “I’m here to accompany you. You don’t seem to complain until now.” That would be because he was silent until few minutes ago. For someone that talks all the time, he looked like something’s bothering me. “What’s up?” I closed the MacBook and kept it aside. Vincent lowered his gaze and fondled with his fingers. I stifled a laugh. Seeing him nervous was something I never thought I would. “I’m meeting her parents this weekend.” Who would have
Allen’s POV It had been a week since the incident. When I’m out of the house I make sure to check up on Cheryl every few hours. Aunt Lucy stays with her on days when she is alone. Everyone’s worried one way or the other. “Thinking about your love, I see.” Vincent twirled in his chair. He kept the booklet he was going through, poured coffee from the machine and sat right back. “What are you doing here again?” I raised an eyebrow. He has been following me to work for three days straight. He would sit in the usual guest chairs and bug me all day. “I’m here to accompany you. You don’t seem to complain until now.” That would be because he was silent until few minutes ago. For someone that talks all the time, he looked like something’s bothering me. “What’s up?” I closed the MacBook and kept it aside. Vincent lowered his gaze and fondled with his fingers. I stifled a laugh. Seeing him nervous was something I never thought I would. “I’m meeting her parents this weekend.” Who would have
“Allen, wake up.” My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Vincent shaking my unconscious body. I must have fallen asleep, a blanket was draped over my form, and my head was supported by a pillow. “What’s wrong?” I asked confused. When I noticed his worried expression, I came to realize that today wasn’t an ordinary day. It was the third day of Cheryl in the hospital. I threw the blanket off me in seconds, and rushed to the door. “Wait, Cheryl has just woken up.” He said just as I was about to reach for the door-knob. I halted in my steps. I had anticipated this moment for a long time that I had completely forgotten how I was going to react. “Let’s go.” I grabbed my car keys that were abandoned on the dressing table, adjusted my collar, ruffled my hair and walked out with Vincent trailing behind me. “Where’s Aunt Lucy?” I questioned noticing the unusually eerie environment. Rosa came out of the kitchen looking distorted, “She has gone out.” She bowed and went back in. Judging from
Allen Gareth’s POVVincent’s hold on the steering wheel intensified. We were driving above the speed limit but none of us seemed to notice. Twice, he received a phone call, probably from Indiana. “She is poisoned.” He told me after awhile. That didn’t help much with the agitation. Cheryl was hurt when I took my eyes off her for a few minutes. How could I live with myself after that? My phone rang when we were at a traffic. I answered solemnly, “Hi.” Aunt Lucy answered. “Where are you? The situation is critical.” Her voice was rough and croaky which indicated that she had been crying. Aunt Lucy hardly ever showed any emotion apart from irritation and hatred. She is one to keep things to herself, that will be why she has no friends and relatives except for Dad. “We are on our way. I hope Cheryl would be okay. What are the doctors saying?” I tapped my feet trying to distract myself from thinking and imagining different scenarios. I couldn’t concentrate.We made it to the hospital at
Cheryl’s POV“So Stephanie, what’s your story?” Indiana rested her head on the pillow with a grin on her face. The night was supposed to be a fun night. Allen informed me that the guys were having one as well, as a goodbye to been a bachelor sort of thing. But I guess you can’t stop Indiana when she
Allen’s POV“How do you like it here Cheryl?” Aunt Lucy cut her steak into tiny edible pieces before stuffing it into her mouth. She licked the fork afterwards. Cheryl had her head down the entire time. She had been toying with the bread on her plate and the soup was untouched. I had come to find out
I was on the phone with Indiana three days after the dinner. To cut the story short, Juliet got engaged to Allen and the wedding was set for four months. “Juliet is planning to have the best wedding of the century. I mean I have nothing against her wedding but I will hate to have to serve wine for r
Margaret dismissed me for the night. I should be grateful that I was left off the hook, but I couldn’t shake the suspicious glare Juliet sent my way. It was a warning to stay away from Allen. We all knew Allen wouldn’t settle for anything less as me. Juliet was up to his standards, she fit all th







