A broken and bartered Kendra hangs off the ceiling, suspended by long silver chains anchored to her raw and beefy red wrist by thick cuffs. She has been stripped down to her sports bra and mini shorts, and her toned body bore marks of the torture she has been through for weeks. Though her body looks broken, Kendra's spirit looks very much alive and unwilling to submit to her captors. Her icy blue eyes still radiate with fire that forces her tormentors to gulp nervously, though they bolster a fake bravado to mask their fear of the woman known as the huntress and feared in their world. The rogues holding her captives demand to know why Kendra is after their leader and what she wants with him. An answer Kendra refuses to utter, no matter how many times they burn her flesh with silver. She says she will only speak to their leader, but the rogues refuse her demands. Kendra has lost track of time, locked down in the basement of a warehouse with no idea what's going on. The only reason sh
The tension in the room felt so palpable that one could cut it with a knife. Jake wouldn’t look at Adira as the blonde waited for his response, while Nate smirked beside him, his expression smug. He couldn’t wait for his friend to confess his sins and grant him the satisfaction of watching his world crumble. He knows how much Jake loves Adira, and it will kill the dark boy to lose her. Then he will get to feel the same agony he is in right now. Nate’s fingers curled into a fist as his mind brought up images of Jake and Meredith making love. He tortured himself with those images, unaware that what he imagined wasn’t how it happened. The silence stretched into awkwardness, forcing Meredith to break it. Please don’t listen to Nate; he's just trying to cause trouble. “Why don’t we go to the hospital to care for their injuries? Every other—”Adira raised her hand to stop Meredith from speaking. Her eyes narrowed at Jake, whose shoulders were slumped, and his gaze was fixed on the ground.
After Nate left her house, Meredith used a few seconds to compose herself. She used her palms to rub her face, suddenly feeling more tired than she let on while Nate was with her. What was that all about?Meredith couldn’t make sense of everything that happened between her and Nate. The redhead kissed her out of the blue and professed his love. She didn’t see that coming. Hopefully, he will get the message that nothing will ever happen between them, not when Jake is still alive. The doorbell rang, dragging Meredith’s attention from her inner musing. She stood up with a sigh and made her way to the door. She opened the door with a flat expression that quickly brightened when she saw Jake on the other side. “Hi, you came,” she said with joy, a happy smile coating her lips.Jake glared at her, not responding to her greeting or her smile. He didn’t want to be here and made sure the blonde saw it on his face. Meredith’s face fell when she noticed the stony look on Jake’s face. “Come
Nate doesn't know why he is here. Meredith has made it clear that she neither returns his feelings nor acknowledges them, but despite his inner monologue arguing with himself about the futility of seeking the blonde out. And here he is, begging for more heartbreak. He got his wish, even though it wasn't what he wanted. Nate felt a dagger pierce his heart when Meredith opened the door, mentioning Jake's name with a huge smile. Something inside him snapped. Jake! He snarled, storming inside the house. Meredith, shocked to find Nate on her front door instead of Jake, took a step back at the fury in his eyes. Nate! What are you doing here? Her heart pounded in her chest. Oddly enough, she felt both fear and excitement, leaving the blonde wondering if being pregnant was making her crazy. Nate ignored Meredith's question and advanced toward the blonde, his expression stormy and intense. "Why do you like him so much? You know he will never love you, not like I love you." Meredith's hear
It has been a week since Meredith was discharged home. The young woman is doing better than the previous week. She has come to terms with her parents' death, and with the help of her guardian, her mother's best friend, she has taken care of things in the company. A board of directors would run her parents' company until she is old enough to take over. She has also made a decision about the little one growing inside her belly, which she has yet to share with her friends. Over the weekend following her discharge, none of her friends had contact with her. At school on Monday, the friends gathered in their usual spot, talking with each other, with little laughter. The tension created by the death of Meredith's parents has all but disappeared, and things are almost back to normal.While the friends talked, they suddenly went silent at the sight of Meredith's arrival in her red posh car."Did you know she will be coming to school today?" Dylan asked, looking at Adira. Adira shook her he
You are the father! The words echoed inside Jake's head while he gaped at Meredith with horrified, shocked eyes. Ever since he learned about the blonde's pregnancy, he has prayed that he wouldn't be the father. Looks like God was not in the mood to listen to the prayers of someone like him.Jake was so shocked and terrified of the news that the blonde landed on him that he spoke the first words that came to his mouth without thinking."Are you sure?" As you know, that is the least thing you should ask a woman who just told you that you are the father of her baby. Meredith glared at him. If looks could burn, Jake would be a charred barbecue. Jake winced at Meredith's scornful look, looking down at the ground. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It is just that—"Jake trailed off, unable to finish his thoughts. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. He is not ready to be a father. Sure, but that is not his main concern. His main concern is how damaging this pregnancy wo