LOGIN~Sara~Ten Years Ago…The Day of the Incident“I’m bored.”Mira sighs loudly, tossing a small super ball against the wall and catching it again with lazy precision.We’re hanging out in the 'alley', waiting for Jason to come back with drinks. Rain taps lightly on the roof and the room is nothing but depressing.“Well, unless you’d rather be in Professor Tobi’s class,” I say, flipping through my textbook without really reading it, “I guess we’ll have to make do with boring.”Sandra chuckles. “Heard he’s teaching plate tectonics today. Imagine sitting there while he breaks down continental drift like it’s the most exciting thing in the world.”“The horror,” I mutter, shuddering dramatically.Mira scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Says the one who’s still going to get an A.”I grin at her, about to reply, when the door suddenly swings open.Jason rushes in, dripping wet from the rain, a wide grin on his face as he holds up a pack of beer.“Who missed me?!” he shouts.I can’t help the smile that
~Sara~I don’t believe my eyes.Four months.Four fucking months of panic. Skepticism. Watching over my back.All for this—this motherfucking shit—to turn out to be—“Ha! Ha! Ha!”She laughs, heels clicking against the pavement. "Surprised, aren’t you?”My brain struggles to catch up. Everything feels slow. Unreal.“You know,” she continues, circling me like I’m prey, “all these years, I imagined the kind of face you’d make when this day finally came… when you found out…” She bends closer, her face inches from mine, eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction. “That I was behind it all. That the pretty little shadow that’s been turning your world upside down since the day you dared to share space with Alex… is me.”My jaw tightens. "Isabelle Monroe."She laughs like I’ve just told the funniest joke of the century.God, I want to rip that laugh out of her throat.I tug at the ropes binding my wrists behind the chair, wishing to just lash out and claw my nails at that stupid face of hers.Her l
~SARA~My eyelids flutter open. My head rings. I blink, trying to clear the blur and the faint, indistinct figures of people moving comes in view.I hear murmurs. Soft giggles. The swish of clothing. Women? “You’re awake!” A voice squeals, snapping me to reality. A woman’s face leans in, her hands busy in my hair, and I feel something cold touch my scalp. “Wha—?” I croak, blinking rapidly.She laughs. “Relax, relax. You look fine!”I sit up with a jolt, but the quick movement makes my head spin.“What the hell are you doing to me?” I barely whisper, rubbing a hand around my temple. “ Are you trying to smother me? Did Alex send you?”The woman laughs again as she steps back from me. “Well, if applying makeup and styling your hair is considered killing, then maybe you should be scared.”I blink in confusion, still not sure what’s happening.I force myself to focus on the mirror in front of me. The reflection that stares back is...me, but not quite. I’m in a bright red dress, tight to
~SARA~“So wait.” Sandra raises a brow, her voice loud over the hum of the bus as it drives us down the road. “You’ve been getting threats from some stalker about that night, and I’m just finding out NOW?!”I pout. “Well, Mira and Jason only just found out recently.”Mira gives me a look that bombardes questions. I look away from her sharply. "I was the one he contacted."Sandra scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You were the one he contacted, and the first people you let in on the loop are Mira and Jason? Seriously, Sara? Mira and Jason? The two people who used and dumped you like yesterday’s trash?!”Jason raises his hand, cutting in.“Whoa, whoa, easy there, Sandra! None of us need to go down memory lane.”Sandra’s glares him daggers. “Well, we all need to go down that path since some people”—she shoots the glares at me—“seem to have developed amnesia.”I sigh. “I wasn’t thinking straight, Sandra. And it didn’t help that you were so busy at the office.”Sandra huffs, crossing her arms. "Th
~SARA~I yank open my wardrobe and grab the first thing I see.A dress.I crumple it in my fist like it’s Alex’s stupid, smug face and shove it violently into my luggage.“Unbelievable,” I fume under my breath, pacing back and forth between the wardrobe and the bed. “Absolutely unbelievable.”Another blouse. Toss.A pair of jeans. Toss!I slam the drawer shut harder than necessary. “MaryJane can come too. Of course she can. Why not? Why not invite the whole damn city while you’re at it?”I drag my suitcase closer and kneel, pressing the clothes down with unnecessary force.One night. One fucking night with her.My jaw tightens.“So that’s what it is now?” I shove another shirt in. “You bark threats, sleep around, and expect everyone to just… fall in line?”I stand abruptly and pace again, dragging my hand through my hair.“And that stupid smirk—God, I should’ve—”I stop myself, exhaling sharply.Because the truth is…It’s not just anger burning in my chest.It’s something darkerSomet
~SARA~Redheads?He has a thing for redheads?Yeah right, like I care.I take in a deep breath and exhale sharply, straightening as I stand in front of the mirror, peering into it.If the dumbo thinks that he can throw threats around and upset me with some redhead? Well, he is in for a surprise...Just then, a soft knock comes on my door."What is it, now?" I groan, walking towards it. I reach the door in three strides and pull it open.Benita.She looks...terrible.Her eyes are reddish, swollen with heavy bags beneath them like she hasn’t slept in days. Her shoulders slump, and she barely acknowledges me before pushing past sluggishly into the room.I blink, closing the door behind me, then turn just in time to see her collapse onto my bed.“Benita…?” I step closer. “What’s wrong with you?”She groans and drags a hand over her face. “MaryJane sent me to the cold room… to sort ingredients. Fresh from spoiled.”I frown. “That witch?"“Yes, that witch." She drawls. "I’ve been there all
~SARA~Ding!The elevator door slides open and I step into the hallway, my heart pounding. The AC is on, but for some reason, heat clings to my skin like I'm in a sauna.The conference room is just a few feet away. A few feet that feels like thousands as I approach it, my legs getting heavier with
~SARA~"Jesus F—ing Christ!" I yell as I pace back and forth, roaming around the room aimlessly, "I swear to God, I will gouge Jason's eyes out if I ever set my sights on him."My body vibrates with rage, anger grinds through my bones and I seethe my teeth, looking for something to crash all this a
~SARA~ I ball my fists so hard that they turn red. “Why," I ask, my voice shaking despite my best effort to keep it level, “did you change my clothes?” He blinks at me slowly. Like I’ve just asked him why the sky is blue. "You stunk,” he says, “Changing your clothes was the right thing to do
~SARA~ How much worse can this day get? For a split second, my brain refuses to understand what just happened. I stand there blinking, stiff as a statue, as the liquid drips down my clothes, soaking into my body. I lift my hand slowly and touch my cheek. Something warm and thick slimes again







