Note: To save any confusion, The paragraphs written with italic (Example: Example) lettering are Michael’s Dream. ***************************** Chapter ThirtyEight Michael’s Point of View. I leaned my head back and let out the puff of smoke. I couldn’t sleep, my brain just wouldn’t switch off, so I love coming and sitting out on the balcony at night when that happens. It's just so tranquil and relaxing. It helps. I looked over my shoulder and saw Ella still fast asleep in the bed. She crashed out a while ago, clearly worn out from our evening's activities. Turning back, I just looked out into the darkness, enjoying the peacefulness of it. This here, this balcony, was my favourite place to come and just.. Be. I finished my cigarette and sparked up another. ‘You wanna be careful, those things will kill you’. I turned quickly, startled by the voice, of course, it was just Ella, but it was so quiet, I was surprised. ‘Yeah, well, there are worse things out there’. She just
Chapter ThirtyNine Micheal’s Point of View I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I went downstairs. I just found myself, passing around, I just.. Couldn't believe it. What are the chances?! What are the FUCKING chances?! This was insane! I heard a door close somewhere and waited to see who would appear, eventually, Luke came walking into view and I instantly relaxed. He stopped when he saw me, completely losing my mind. ‘What’s going on?’ He asked, clearly confused. ‘It's 6 am!’ ‘You won’t believe it!’. I snapped, going and sitting down. He came and joined me, waiting for me to explain what was going on. ‘I was talking to Ella earlier, about something’. ‘Right?’ ‘Did you know she and Peyton have a sister?’ he seemed surprised, but shrugged. ‘No, but what's the issue?’ ‘She’s disappeared. She went away and just.. Vanished. Never came home’. While I could see this was clearly news to him, he didn’t seem all that worried. ‘Well, that sucks but-’. ‘It was us’. I told him
Warning: This chapter contains content that some might find triggering or disturbing! This chapter is also going to be long, so heads up! Enjoy! ------------------------------------------ Chapter Forty Luke’s Point of View We spotted our targets and made our move. Of course, it just started out with glancing over and catching their attention. Making sure they were interested in us, which they certainly seemed to be. We watched them as they looked over and then looked away, giggling, whispering something to each other. We let this go on for a little bit before we went over and decided to make our move; ‘Well, hello ladies, are you having a good night?’ Mike spoke to them first, leaning on the bar, next to them. Coming off a little strong, but it seemed to work, so, whatever, I guess. ‘We are, are you?’ One of them asked him, clearly she was interested. I decided to go with a more shy and laid back approach. I looked at her first and smiled. She smiled back and even under the
Chapter FortyOne Ella’s Point of View I sat on the end of the bed all night. For the first few hours, Mike and Luke were gone, I believed him. I believed what he told me, and that everything was fine. I’d go to bed and wake up in the morning and he’d be home… and then the more I thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense. …and then I realized what was going on. I was so angry, i didn’t know what to do. I didn’t see the point of telling Peyton about my theory, she would just get defensive and we still weren’t on the best of terms right now, but the more I sat and thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I was right. He lied to me, Luke lied to Peyton. They were out there, killing. I stayed there, on the end of the bed, frozen almost, until I heard a car pull up outside and ran to the window. It was them. They were laughing and joking and as I watched them, Luke took off his jacket and tossed it in the boot. They cleaned their hands with something too before clo
Chapter FortyTwo After a few weeks of fun, love and adventure, it was time for me and Peyton to leave Texas and go home. Mike and Luke were coming back with us, and so was Damon, but Joey had decided to stay in Texas a bit longer, he wasn’t ready to come home, apparently. Damon decided to just fly, while the four of us decided to drive. Sure, it was a long drive, but road trips are fun and we can stop off at interesting places along the way! Michael and Luke were sad, obviously, but I heard the mention of someone named Thomas, but as soon as Mike saw me, he and Luke changed the subject, which seemed …odd. Last night, there was also a discussion, mainly aimed at Damon about Love, and keeping his distance from her once we get back to LA. The guys weren’t going to hide, obviously, but if they stayed away from Love then there was nothing pushing her to actually go and report them to the Police. Sure, you could argue she had no evidence and it was her word against theirs, which he did
Chapter FortyThree I ran as fast as I could, but it still didn’t seem to be fast enough. He was getting closer, gaining on me, I could feel it, I could hear him, He was all around me, I had no idea what direction he would be coming from. He knew these woods like the back of his hand, that's why he brought me here, because even if I ran, he would find me and catch me … and kill me. It was stupid of me to think he would change. He would NEVER change. He was a monster, his soul and heart were black, and there was no good in him. There never was. I kept running, ignoring the constant pain as my bare feet ran over stones and sticks, trying to block out the feeling of them piercing my skin, while trying to keep myself upright under the slippery wet leaves. ‘Ella, you can’t run forever’. Hearing his words only encouraged me to run faster, but I was slowly running out of breath. It felt like I’d be trying to escape him for hours, I didn’t know how much longer I could go on. But this
Trigger warning: this chapter contains mention/talks of Abortion. I also just want to say, while this story is set in LA/ America, I live in the United Kingdom. I know there's a lot of tension and such going on in the States at the moment in regards to the law on Abortion and such, but I want to make it clear here and now, that this is a rewrite of a book that I wrote YEARS ago. We are talking 13 PLUS years ago. The storylines were already written and I’m not changing the whole story because certain subjects make people uncomfortable. That's the point of trigger warnings. I mean no offence to anyone, I am a mother, and abortion isn’t an option for me personally but I have close/best friends who have made that choice and I don’t judge them for it. I don’t judge anyone for the choices they make for THEMSELVES and for what they believe is in their best interest... Everyone has a choice and a belief and they are entitled to that. That's all I am going to say on the subject. If you don’t
Chapter FortyFive Peyton’s Point of ViewDeciding it was better to get it over with, I called up my parents and asked if I could bring my boyfriend over for dinner. Of course, they didn’t mind and so, here we are… outside my parent's house… and I just couldn’t build up the courage to go inside. ‘Everything is going to be ok’. Luke tried to reassure me. I just smiled sadly. He had no idea how wrong he was. ‘We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready. We can just go in there and have dinner, let them get to know me first… and then tell them’. ‘That sounds like a good idea, but trust me, the longer we wait, the angrier they will be’. ‘Well then baby, you better get ready for this’. ‘I don’t think I'll ever be ready for this’. We shared a look before I took a few deep breaths and we headed for the door. Walking inside, the house seemed quiet. I knew they were home, and so was Ella. She was seeing Mike, but not till tonight. ‘You sure they’re here?’ I nodded and pulled him