Mag-log inEnzo: “Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?” There was a slight murmur, but everyone had found their footing. The windows had shattered from the impact, and glass shards were everywhere. Chase had a cut on his cheek that was bleeding. Everyone else had a few grazes and bruises. “What the hell happened?” one of the girls said. “I have no idea,” I replied. “Let’s try to get out…” The coach doors behind us groaned open, and someone popped their head in. “Is everyone here all right? Please try to get your bags and make your way this way.” Mothers cradled their babies, husbands guided their wives, and everyone made their way to the exit. My team and I grabbed our bags and followed suit. The sun was bright, and the grass was soft, littered with people sitting on it and tending to their injuries. On the five-coach-train, only our coach had turned over. The conductor stepped out and did a quick head count of everyone, asking for their tickets and double-checking with the nam
Tabitha:There was a soft knock on the door. I opened my eyes and sat up. Everywhere was hazy, and it was still cold. The bottle of whiskey had been reduced to two-thirds of its original volume. At the door stood a tall black man in a suit. He walked slowly towards me, but I still couldn’t make out my face. My heart started to race; I rubbed my eyes furiously as I backed up against the chair. I wanted to scream, but I was too weak, too dizzy. My bones felt like a sack of rocks.“Stay away! Stay away! Stay…”The figure stopped, and slowly, my vision began to sharpen. I would have been surprised if Enzo hadn’t told me already. “Hello, Tabitha.” Collin purred, his eyes resting calmly on me. He was smiling softly; that soft smile he always gave me, the smile that made me think that he was safe to be around. It was not a lie. He was a monster. “What are you doing here?” I snapped, still squeezing my body against the velvet cushions. “So much venom for someone who has drunk most of my w
Enzo:The train moved slowly along the tracks. Everyone else was conversing in low tones while I was looking at the security footage. From what I could see, Tabitha had left her room for the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen island, talking to Edwardo, who had just made a tray of samosas.Nothing looked out of the ordinary. I had checked the time stamps, and everything was in place. There was nothing strange going on. Maybe whatever Edwardo told her must have lifted her spirits a little. Maybe we would actually have a better chance of figuring this mess out as soon as I got back. “So are you sure that you have no idea of what the Ma..”The girl was pinched sharply, and she immediately kept quiet and looked around. Even though we were alone, we couldn’t risk talking so carelessly. “If I had the faintest idea of what they were after, then there would be a point to me dragging you all along on this,” I muttered, not lifting my head. “I would have given them what they wanted with
Tabitha:I opened my eyes, and the first thing that hit my lungs was the smell of wine mixed with cigarette smoke. I tried to stand up, but my head hurt, and my wrists felt raw. I looked down at them; they were red like someone had used a sponge and aggressively scrubbed them.“Where am I?” I sat up, and I looked around. This wasn't a familiar place. The ceilings were too high. The furniture looked old and distinguished. The rug smelled slightly of alcohol and smoke. This was not a place that I knew.I tried to stand up, but my knees gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. My mind was going haywire, questions popping in and out, and slowly, I began to remember how I got there.Edwardo…I was talking to him in my room, and then he gave me some samosas to eat, and then the next thing I knew, it went dark, and I ended up here. I sat up and hugged myself tight, looking around the dimly lit exotic ancient room. Why did he have to do this? Who was asking him to do this? What did they want
Enzo:“Let me get this straight. You want us to follow you to Westlean Avenue Road so that you can search the house of your old friend to retrieve some information that he might have had about the Red Mafia when he was working for them back in the day?”I nodded slowly. And here I was thinking that I was going to have to explain it multiple times before they could understand what I was saying.“And what makes you think that we would want to put our lives on the line for you? I mean, look at Sandy. She didn't even do anything serious apart from helping you decode a piece of paper, and they slit her throat for it.”“I am well aware of what the Red Mafia did to send Sandy,” I said calmly, “but if we don't stop them they are going to do something much worse and do you think that they will just stop at Sandy, or me, or my ward?”They all looked around the room at each other, and I allowed the question to sit in the air.“I am not asking you to put your lives on the line; I'm only asking yo
Tabitha:The knocking stopped. My heart was still racing. Who was at the door? Had the person gone? Was it a burglar?I moved on the bed, and then a soft voice came from the other side of the door.“Tabitha? It’s me.”“Edwardo?”Without a second thought, I hurried to the door and flung it open. Edwardo stood at the door, oven mitts on his hands while he held a tray of samosas. I wanted to cry right then and there. I wasn’t alone anymore. Oh, thank God!“Are you alright?” he asked, coming in, setting the tray on the bedside table and taking a seat in the chair at my desk. The door was wide open. I wasn’t surprised. After the last incident, there was no way that he wanted to incur Enzo’s wrath.“What’s happening, Tabitha?” he asked, passing me a samosa. I tasted it. It was just as amazing as the first time I tasted it. I didn’t even know when tears began to roll down my cheeks.“I’m a failure, Edwardo,” I cried, still stuffing my face with samosas because what else was I to do? “Enzo is
Tabitha:I lay in bed, curled, hugging myself tightly. I was trying so hard to remember, but even now, even after so many years, I could still see it, still see Gregory’s face after everything that had happened. He looked different, he sounded different, but it did nothing for me. I could still se
Enzo:I was pacing in front of the door when Tabitha stormed out. Her face looked pale, and she was out of breath. “Are you alright?” I asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. She looked stunned, unsettled; her body was trembling lightly. “I think I'm okay. I was just shocked, t
Tabitha:“Nora!”“Oh my gosh! Tabitha!”I rushed to her bedside and hugged her. Her grip was weak around me, and I could hear her groan in pain slightly, even though she didn’t push me away. “How are you feeling?” I asked, pulling away and looking at her. She looked weak and tired, but the smile o
Tabitha:Fuck! He knew! He fucking knew!My heart was racing in my chest. More than once, I had smelled my fingers since he left, and I could smell them: my juices, on the tips of my fingers. He didn’t seem mad, but he was going to be if he found out that I touched myself and the chef saw me. He wa







