LOGIN"That young gentleman carries extreme guilt and deep longing. There's nothing that can't be worked out. The love you both have for each other is deep and true. Don't let it slip."
The ride home was quiet. I had my eyes looking out the window as the taxi sped through traffic. This city in which I had spent most of my life in now seemed so big and strange, probably due to the fact that this would be my last time here for a while. And the fact tWe both have a long day ahead of us." That was the last thing I heard Nehemiah say before he drifted off to sleep. Then, he began the loudest, most terrible snore I've ever heard in my life. So much for someone who hates to hear someone snore. The hum of the computer fan was the first thing I heard when I woke up. It was a low, consistent drone that anchored me to the reality of the previous night. For a few seconds, I stared at the underside of the top bunk's mattress, hoping the story about Gabriella, Matteo, and the faked death was just a fever dream brought on by too much cheap tequila. Then, the bed shifted below me. "If you’re staring at the ceiling hoping for an exit strategy, there isn't one," Nehemiah’s voice rasped. It was deeper in the morning, scratchy with sleep but still carrying that edge of unearned confidence. I rolled over and peered over the edge of the bunk. He was sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck. His dark hair was a mess, and he looked surprisin
I puked right on Nehemiah's chest. A frown etched itself onto his face. I squeezed my eyes shut, faking a blackout. He stayed silent, his breathing and steps remaining terrifyingly steady as he walked. I didn't dare move—I didn't even dare to exhale—fearing he’d unleash his anger the moment I showed a sign of life. Even as the bile began to dry, tacky and cold against my skin, I endured it. I felt a shift in his stride as he began climbing stairs. After a few minutes, he lowered me into the hard, cold basin of a bathtub. "I know you're conscious, Princesa," he whispered. His breath fanned against my neck, a reminder of exactly how close he was. "Wash yourself. Unless, of course, you want me to do it for you." My eyes shot open. My cheeks burned with a sudden, frantic heat. He smirked in satisfaction, tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and stood up. "I'll get you something to wear." The moment he disappeared, I scrambled out of the tub and bolted for the door, twisting th
I had won a jackpot in a lottery I didn't even sign up for. "Welcome to La Casa De Garcia," Diego whispered softly, pulling me out of my reverie. I put my phone away, my mouth agape in awe as the limo drove into the driveway of a magnificent private estate. As the gravel crunched under the tires of the sleek black SUV, I started to feel a sense of trepidation. Now that I was going to be in the presence of someone as powerful as the grand matriarch of the Garcia family, my heart couldn't stop racing for fear that I'd give myself out as an impostor. The vehicle rounded the final bend of the driveway, and the trees parted to reveal a mansion. I stepped out of the car, staring at it with awe, and in all its full glory, the mansion stared down at me. It wasn't just a house; it was a cathedral of limestone and glass, glowing amber in the twilight. Twin grand staircases swept up to a massive mahogany door, and rows of tall, arched windows reflected the manicured gardens like polished
"That young gentleman carries extreme guilt and deep longing. There's nothing that can't be worked out. The love you both have for each other is deep and true. Don't let it slip." The ride home was quiet. I had my eyes looking out the window as the taxi sped through traffic. This city in which I had spent most of my life in now seemed so big and strange, probably due to the fact that this would be my last time here for a while. And the fact that I had to leave my sister in the care of someone who had tried to kill me was eating me up. If only my mom was here. But she wasn't. She was stuck in an asylum where all she did each day was stare. She never spoke nor did she show that she could hear. They said her mind got broken after Dad's death and there was no way to fix it but I think maybe she just wasn't there anymore. I paid her fees yearly instead of monthly and even though she woul
"I'll miss you too, Pinocchio." Rita said, gently patting my back. I swallowed hard and my heart rate increased briefly. Pinocchio was a nickname she chose to call me because it rhymed with hers - Pistachio. Now that I had begun to lie to her, it seemed very fitting for me. We stayed in the hug for quite a while. It wasn't up to five minutes but it felt like forever, and it strengthened my resolve. And when we finally broke away, I ached for a do over. She, though, was more interested in telling me about everything that had happened. However, we didn't get a chance to chat cause Diego soon appeared with Finn. To distract him from us and alert me of his presence, he let out a loud screech, earning them stares from everyone and making Finn panic as he tried to find out what his problem was. I used the opportunity to kiss Rita goodbye, grab my cap and make my way to the escalator. Once I got down, I waited by the exit for Diego and a few minutes later, he rushed over to me excitedly
I was going to make Jennifer Rossi suffer. So much that she'd wish for death. I stalked Jennifer a bit more that night, falling asleep with my phone in hand and her face on it. The next day, we went for my checkup and I had 20/20 vision in both eyes. Before we left the hospital, Diego convinced me to take him to eat ice cream and we snuck away when neither Matteo nor Sofia were looking. We got to the mall and I indulged him and got him the biggest size they had cause his parents were "no-sugar activists" and he wouldn't get another chance like this. I got myself a small sized one and we sat and ate, chatting and laughing over random things. He smeared a little on his face and I leaned forward to wipe it but froze immediately. Downstairs, Finn and Rita had just walked in hand in hand, and they were head







