MasukPOV: Nathan I stride back to my room in the motel.My gaze high in alert looking for signs of anyone following me.Cops usually hire civilians to track their wanted.I can't believe I'm now living my life in the shadows.I have to get out of this. It's no good if I remain hiding. I have to come out of it at some point.I have to clear my name.The motel room smells like bleach and old cigarette smoke, the kind of smell that never quite leaves the curtains no matter how many times the maids spray it. The aircon rattles like it’s about to give up, blowing cold air.I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, the mattress is sagging under me, my elbows are on my knees, my hands are clasped so tight upon them.The curtains are drawn. The door lock is on. The “Do Not Disturb” sign hangs crooked on the door handle, paper curled at the edges from the humidity.Still yet, it feels unsafe.I take a look at the cracked mirror hanging on the wall oppositeThe TV is on but muted, a news ticker scrolling
POV: NathanThe word hangs in the air between us like smoke. Pregnant.It doesn’t make sense at first. The letters don't like up.She's pregnant? My brain tries to rearrange them into something else—preparing. Pretending. Present—Anything that would fit. Anything but that.Claire's face doesn't lie. Her hands are shaking and her eyes won't maintain contact with mine for more than two seconds I stare at her. My stomach feels like it’s fallen through the floor of the booth and kept falling. A tight knot in-between.My hands are like ice. My heart isn’t beating so much as stuttering, like an engine that is failing.“Say that again,” I hear myself say. My voice comes out flat. Wrong. Like it belongs to someone else.Claire swallows. “I’m pregnant, Nathan.”The bar noise in the background fades. The low music, the clink of glasses, the guy two tables over laughing— it all gets muffled, like someone stuffed cotton in my ears. All I can hear is my own breathing, too fast, too shallow.I
POV: NathanI sit on the floor of my motel room with my clothes all around me. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore. I pull out a shirt, throw it aside, then pull another one. Nothing feels right. Nothing fits how I feel.My phone lights up again.It’s Ricky.I stare at the screen while it vibrates.He calls again.I let it ring.Then again.I let it ring too.I drop the phone on the bed and run my hands over my face. I don’t have the strength to talk to him. What am I supposed to say anyway? That I ran from the police? That my friends blamed me? That I am hiding in a cheap motel because I don’t know what to do?I breathe in slowly.I haven’t eaten since yesterday. My head hurts. My chest feels tight. Everything is a mess.And Abigail…I swallow hard. I shouldn’t think about her, but I do. I think about her more than anything else.I remember that night.When I reached the warehouse. I saw the boys arguing with Luca and… Abigail. She was there, shaking, scared, and still stu
POV: AbigailThe moment I step into the house after school, everything feels wrong.The air is too still and the silence is too heavy. My steps echo as I walk down the hallway.I drop my bag near the stairs and head to Nathan’s room before I even think about anything else.Something inside me pushes me toward his door and I open it slowly.The room is quiet as I walk in and look around.His closet door is still open from last night. His desk is messy.But something is different. A few of his jackets are gone.His watch is missing from the nightstand. His black backpack is not in its usual spot.His phone charger is gone.The shoes he always wears to school are missing too.My heart speeds up.“He didn’t come home,” I whisper to myself. “He didn’t come home last night. And he didn’t come home this morning either.”I grab my phone fast. My hands shake as I unlock it.I stare at my mom’s number.Maybe I should call her. Maybe she knows if Ricky talked to Nathan. Maybe he told them somet
POV: AbigailThe police car stops in front of the station, and my stomach sinks.The bright white lights above the entrance hurt my eyes as the whole building feels loud even from outside.Officers walk in and out fast, talking into radios. My hands shake as the door opens.“Out,” the officer says.I step out slowly and Luca steps out from another car beside mine. He gives me a worried look.His face looks tired and confused. Adrian and Gajeel are dragged out of the third car, both handcuffed.Adrian has an angry look like he wants to fight again. Gajeel looks scared and keeps shaking his head at the officers.“Move,” an officer orders.We are pushed toward the entrance. My legs feel weak.The floor inside is cold under my shoes and the bright fluorescent lights make everything feel too sharp.I feel small as officers walk past us, talking loudly with firm voices.One of them grabs my shoulder. “You’ll be questioned in a separate room,” he says.“But—” I begin.“No talking,” he cuts m
POV: Abigail“Ah—!”The sound rips out of me as someone grabs me from behind and my voice shakes as I’m being pulled backward.My shoes scrape against the gravel and my heart jumps hard in my chest.I kick my legs, but the hand around my waist tightens while another hand covers my mouth.I try to scream again, but all that comes out is a muffled, and shaky sound.My back hits something solid and I feel crates behind me, blocking any chance of me escaping.I twist and try to yank myself free, but the grip is too strong.“Calm down,” a voice whispers in my ear and my whole body freezes.I know this voice.I know it even through my fear.The hands drop away from my mouth, and the person pulls me deeper into the dark space behind the crates.I stumble as he pushes me toward the shadows.“Luca?” I whisper.He steps into the small amount of light behind us, and his face appears.He looks shaken, angry, and tired all at once. His chest rises and falls fast, like he ran all the way here.“Wha
Abigail's POVThe next morning arrives too soon.The house is filled with movement, filled with the sound of suitcases being zipped and last-minute packing.Mom's excitement is contagious, though there's an underlying sadness in my chest that I can't shake.She deserves this trip-she's been through
Abigail's POVI press my back against the door, my breath still uneven, my mind spinning.Gajeel was here. Sneaking around in the dark, dressed like he was up to something.And he had let me go.Not only that, but he had smirked, like this was all some kind of game to him, and then ran off into the
Abigail's POVThe girl doesn't apologize.She doesn't even slow down as she brushes past me, her shoulder knocking into mine with deliberate force.Instead, she lets out a low hiss under her breath, barely sparing me a glance before she disappears into the darkness.I stiffen, my heart pounding.Wh
Abigail's POVNathan's phone rings again.The sharp sound slices through the tense silence in the car, making me flinch. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, watching as his fingers tighten around the phone, his knuckles turning slightly white.He still doesn't pick up.Mom shifts in her s







