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I go back to check when she tweeted. Thirteen minutes ago. I decide to send her a direct message.When you make some confession at thirteen to a total stranger you never imagine at some point in the future that innocent confession will be the beginning of the end. Petra was her name. I meet her in the streets months after our house was burned down. I was angry and mourning. I just needed to let it all out. She was a meth addict, never sober. I told her everything, She nicknamed me sour honey. I just needed someone to talk to and I was sure she would not remember the next day. And there's only one way to see if she remembers. I message her; Do you remember me?The reply is instant, of course, sour honey."We are almost done," Quinn says to me. I shake my absentmindedly focused on my phone. I decide to play it cool to see how much she remembers, How are you? Petra: Am clean now, and started my rehab centre. Are you still sour, honey? It is a simple question but with a lot of weight?
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Five years ago. "Anything else ma'am?" The waitress asks. I shake my head, "Am okay." She tucks her pen behind her ear and walks away. She is pretty, brown wavy hair and cat eyes I silently watch her walk to the table that hosts my target. She halts and poses uncomfortably. The three boys break into laughter. Quinn's hand moves up the waitress uniform and pinches her ass. Am disgusted! She is too disgusted by him. Quinn and the other guy exchange words and he smirks as the waitress takes a step back. The quiet guy in the group looks up to the waitress and says something to her and her poise eases. By following Quinn around, I assume he is his best friend. They spend a lot of time together. Andre confirmed his name is Ryan, the only thing that makes Quinn look good. To the waitress relieve she manages to get away from the awful privilege creatures that think they can have anything or anyone and the world revolves around them. I hate them! I despise them and everything they re
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Quinn povI kick the sofa as hard as I can the moment the elevator closes. How could I have been a fool? She was playing me the whole time. She was good. No, almost good. Because I fucking caught her."Quinn..." Theo calls out my name. I must have woken him up. Fuck it! I rub my temples before I look down at him. Those eyes, his mother's eyes. Damn it! Why are all women in my life treacherous? They are scheming and manipulative."Where is Cara?" He innocently asks.In hell, I hope."She is gone. Go back to bed." I place my hand on his shoulders."Is she coming back?" He doesn't move.If she does, God knows what I will do to her."No." I shake my head."Why?"I start to get irritated and grit my teeth together. I have to breath severally to not lose it in front of Theo. He is a sensitive kid and he is always quick to pick all sorts of emotions. He notes my almost irk.His diverts his gaze from me, "Will you come tuck me in?" His voice is almost a whisper. I hate myself when I see the r
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The irony is delicious.A Nickel is going to save a Cooper. Though it is my fault I put her in a dangerous position. She still has a role in it, she sketched her way into my life, all along with her fake innocence. I wonder if she faked her virginity just to make her look more pure. I can't think or see straight my head is conflicted with all this thoughts.A small part wants to leave her suffer for all the lies and manipulation. The other part wants to save her and see her just for the last time. She is a beautiful twisted fortune cookie.Peter's call comes again as soon as I hit the road. I press loud speaker and wait for his empty threats."You think this is a game?" He asks. "You have no idea what am capable of." He tries to sound intimidating and I roll my eyes.I decide not to give him the joy of knowing he won the minute he kidnapped... Just thinking of her name makes me mad all over again. I clench and unclench my jaw. I hate lies. Most importantly, I hate the person who speaks
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We are back to Cara's POVI am never going to win this war, that should have been clear from the start. The Nickel won a long time ago. Quinn should been the one tied on such a chair, by me. I am the one that should be torturing him, not the other way round. I am bearing all his sins. Just like how my father went to jail because of his father's wrongs, and he died because of him.Peter emerges from a small opening that leads to unknown secret place. He is talking on the phone."You underestimated your importance to Quinn." Peter says after he ends the call.I roll my eyes with little interest."Lucky me." I say sarcastically. I am surprised he is actually going to save me. For a second, I imagine he is going to come and join Peter in torturing me. I shake the thought away, it is his fault am here."You are quite the snack." He threads filthy hands onto my hair. I am both terrified and disgusted by his touch and closeness. He moves further to caress my cheek, his thick coarse thumb rou
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It is not long before I feel Quinn's arm on my shoulder."It is over." He assures.I am yet to understand what happened. Everything happened so fast. One minute I was thinking this how I die, how Quinn dies but in a blink everything changed. What just happened? Is this some sort of Stan Lee superhero stuff?I look around waiting for something terrible to happen, waiting for the rest of the gang to appear gun blazing at us. I shut my eyes and open them. Nothing. Absolutely nothing happens. Nothing makes sense. Quinn has no weapon but who shot Peter?I sink deeper into his embrace, my heart rushing and my mind loud with confusion. Just then I see a group of three men walking towards us, all of them with guns. Not just ordinary guns but sniper.I clear my throat, "There are three men heading towards us." I whisper to him as fear start to sip in.He turns to face them and a smile forms on his lips. I feel my body slowly relax as the men halt in front of us. Everything slowly starts to mak
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The concrete floor beneath my feet feels heavy, like I am the one bearing its weight. I wish for the distance to Oliver's apartment to triple. I look behind me after I have entered the building. Quinn is still watching me. He should have drove off but he is still here, watching me.I square my shoulders. No matter how badly I try to look okay. I can't fake it. My clothes are tattered, my skin has several bruises and dry blood. I breath out and walk towards the elevator. I stand for a while before it opens. I am conflicted, I decide to take the stairs. I am just not ready to face Oliver. I can picture the devastation that he will wear. He should never bear any of my sins.The trip doesn't last long as I desire it to be. I find myself knocking on Oliver's door. I expect him to be asleep. However am wrong when he opens the door. He is dressed up like he has been awake for hours. He takes in my appearance and gulps. His expression changes from shock to anger."Jesus christ!" He exclaims.
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"Speak." I tell him once the engine comes to life."My mom has been having these episodes, one minute she is okay, the next when she sees any woman or girl she turns into something else like she has seen a monster." Andre replies."Oh," Is all i can say as I finally understand why she was hostile towards me. I am glad there's no bad blood between us, and pray for her recovery."The doctor said she will be okay." He adds."I'm sorry if I triggered another episode." I apologize."You didn't know.""Yeah, and you shouldn't have been rough with me." I say."I'm sorry about that."The rest of the journey we talk and I don't tell him about my abduction or the fact that Quinn knows. Men are so oblivious, he doesn't even notice the bruises the make up failed to hide.We find a crowd at the school's parking lot. As we drive by I notice Quinn's Lamborghini. It is in a bad shape, on the ground there are broken glasses and other parts of the car. Andre finds an empty spot where he parks. Students
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