MasukAbigail's POV“You must have seen the post haven't you?” Luca snapped. His countenance looked dull.I nodded forward to reply a 'yes' and clutch tight to my phone.“Who would do such a thing?” he asked me, my face looking tense as my mind floods with the possibility of the post's effects.Nathan in it somehow makes it worse. If it was only Luca and I in that video discussing about something else, I wouldn't be as bothered as I am right now.“They're a lot of people who could do something like this Luca. I just don't know who to suspect.” I replied abruptly. “I have to go to class luca.” She added and began to walk out.“But---we're in the same class.” Luca's voice sounds faint behind me.I paced quickly, but not as quiet as I wanted to be, my shoes made clicking sounds against the tiles floor.As I enter the class, I could see the look on everyone's faces.If I haven't seen the post, I'd have said they only stared that way because I was away for awhile. But who cares?They probably st
Abigail's POVI try my best to hide my shock, but I guess I exclaimed before I realized it.He was upon a wheelchair, heading my direction.He wave at me as he got near and greeted, “hi!”“Luca---” I muttered, wondering how he got upon a wheelchair.“Abigail---Abigail!” Luca's voice snapped me out of my thought.“Oh---hi!” I wave back. I definitely didn't mean to sound excited, looking at his current condition. It was however a fake smile.And at the same time, I didn't want to look like I was pitying his condition. “What happened to you Luca?” I asked.“Uh---” he paused looking sad. “It was an accident.” He snapped.“I'm so sorry luca.” I muttered. I couldn't control my emotions. I didn't mean to show them in front of him. I know he wouldn't want to be pitied.“Come on Abigail, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. The therapist said I'll probably be back on my feet in a week or two.” He voice carries a note of fear, like he doubts it.“Oh! That's good news. Why didn't you sta
Abigail The bed felt unbearable to sleep on all night.I was at least glad the sun came up in the morning.I heave a sigh of relief as I get out of bed. Making a little stretch, I strengthened my bones.Mom usually likes to do it and then she'll perform some yoga.It helps in strengthening the bones, so she said.Well, I think the real thing that needs strengthening is my heart.I look at the alarm clock and it hasn't rang yet. It only showed I woke up early than usual.My eyes feel weak.I should go get ready for school.The principal emailed that we were now allowed to return to school.I wonder if it was Ricky who handled that also.Does it mean mom knows?No. I don't think so.If she does, she should have called to talk about it.Is Ricky keeping it a secret.I always know he is a good man.But what I can't seem to imagine is how he has a dumb son like Nathan?Ugh! Just spitting out his name pisses me off.Trying so hard to defend himself when the pieces are all lying there.Cla
Nathan's POV I stand two blocks away from the villa. Still feeling the heat from the few punches I had from the gangs.The villa is all lighted up, even from the gate.I miss my room. Lying on my soft bed, being on my phone all day.I wouldn't have come back, but I lost the money that could have been my ticket out of here.Guess I have no choice again.I should have gone back to the motel instead, but I have only few days before the payment expires.My shirt suddenly feels tight.Ricky's words replay in my head, “Come back home.”I appeared in front of the villa's gate.My face is swollen from bruises I got from the men at the garage.They just take the duffel bag and leave me with nothing.Such freaks!What do I do?I can't go in like this. And I don't have anywhere else to go.My stay in the motel expires today.I heave a sigh, not exactly relieved but somewhat depressed.I stare at the iron bar gate, thinking if it was write to go in or just return.I know what Ricky would say if
POV: Nathan It was about few minutes past 2:00am.I got the duffel bag and walked to the window. Once the coast was clear, I threw the beg through the windowI hesitated to jump, thinking about my actions one last time.Is this really the way forward? What if I get caught running away? Well then, I shouldn't get caught then.For a second I thought about Abigail again.What does she think?I expected a call at least or...a message.Does she even miss me?She must probably hate me by now. If she found that warehouse, she must probably think I'm part of that operation.This feels like a nightmare. Never thought I'd have anything to fear in living my life. But this isn't a life. This is terrific.Running like a criminal. Now I wish I was a ghost, that way I could hide properly.My sins have surely come back to hunt me.They're haunting me in several ways.I feel like I'm drowning in the pool of misery.It's unbearable.I jumped out of the window at last. Landed on the bag, but slide an
POV: 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: 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 pushe
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.
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 s
Abigail's POVI shuffle closer, squinting, trying to see, when a hand covers my mouth from behind.I inhale, somewhere between a gasp and getting the wind knocked out of me, as an arm wraps around my waist and yanks me backward.I kick up the gravel with my heels and I flail, hands grasping nothing







