I told myself I was lucky today and that I might not be lucky tomorrow. The thought sat heavy in my chest as I scanned the hotel room, palms sweating against the phone I was only pretending to look at. This place felt too clean, too quiet. I had to be careful.A payment reminder flashed across the screen and yanked me back to the small practicalities of life. The apartment was due; I paid it quickly, reserving the next few weeks by subscribing to the plan. Little box checked. Little peace was bought, at least for a while.Work filled the day the way it always did: endless meetings over video, arranging things with agencies, juggling clients and deadlines. I worked from the hotel room as if it were an office; the TV was off, the blinds half drawn, my laptop the only window to the world for hours. When I finally hit my goals for the day, my shoulders unclenched and I let myself fall into a nap that I didn’t mean to take.When I woke, the light had thinned and the sky beyond the curtain
My breath came in short, ragged bursts. The message from Dylan sat on my phone like a stone, heavy and impossible to move. I wanted to run to the hospital, to grab a doctor by the collar and demand answers, but the thought of being seen by my parents stopped me cold. If they saw me there—if they guessed why I was there—I might as well hand them every secret I had been burying for years.I tried to slow my thoughts. My body was still healing; every frantic idea seemed to rattle the stitches of my strength. Panic made my hands tremble and my head swim, so I forced myself to sit on the edge of the bed and breathe—deep, slow, measured breaths—like the nurse had taught me when I first arrived at the clinic. It helped, for a moment, to count the inhales and exhales. It didn’t make the fear go away, but it let me think.I knew I couldn’t stay online. Every notification felt like a possible trap. If anyone from Jack’s family, from the security men, or—God forbid—someone connected to that gang
“Now he’s dead… I’m free, yet unfree at the same time.” I whispered the words into the empty hospital room, but they echoed back into my chest like a heavy stone.Jack’s death did not feel real. The man who once seemed larger than life, who shielded me in ways I never asked for but silently appreciated, was now nothing more than a memory. He had always been helpful to me—even when his presence brought complications into my life. The least I could do was pay my last respects.With trembling hands, I peeled off my hospital clothes. I didn’t want anyone questioning me, or worse, suspecting where I was going. My body still ached, but I forced myself to stand, to walk, to move. The air in the corridor was sharp, heavy with the scent of disinfectant and death, yet it felt thinner than the air in my lungs.I hurried through the hospital, my heart thundering in my chest. When I reached the morgue where Jack had been kept, my knees nearly gave way. I thanked God that I arrived before they clos
The room finally emptied, and silence swallowed me whole. Everyone had left, and I was supposed to rest. My body longed for sleep, but just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone rang. The caller ID flashed across the screen—my parents.For a moment, I reached for it, my finger hovering over the answer button. But something within me froze. I let the phone continue buzzing until it stopped. Why should I pick up? I reminded myself bitterly. I got into this mess because of them… because of the life they forced me into.The night dragged on, and reality hit me harder than ever—I had just spent a night in the hospital. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I’d end up here because of an infection. My life used to be normal, or at least I thought it was. But everything had changed so fast, and now I was fighting battles I never prepared for.I tried to distract myself, pretending for a second that I was just another girl living a normal life. With effort, I pushed myself upright on
A voice drifted down from the upper room. At first, it startled me—sharp, commanding—but then I noticed something strange. The voice was female.My heart pounded violently against my chest, each thud echoing through me like a drumbeat of dread. All along, I had believed this kidnapping had something to do with a man, a faceless, ruthless figure. Never once did I think the boss could be a woman.Moments later, the boss descended the stairs and entered the dimly lit room where I was held captive. Her face was concealed beneath a scarf, her presence cold and unsettling. She moved closer until I could feel her breath on my ear.“I told you I can see you, right?” she whispered, her voice as icy as death itself.The chill in her tone left me trembling.I wanted to reply, to demand answers, but my mouth was tightly bound. My teeth ground against each other as I fought to remember the significance of her words. Then, like a spark in the dark, the memory came—the same message I had heard after
Betty's POV My heart raced uncontrollably, and sweat poured down my body, washing away the soap lingering on my skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and strangely aware that every sound in the apartment seemed amplified. The knock at the door had rattled me, and now the air seemed thick with tension. Jack, noticing my panic, removed his hand from my mouth, letting me breathe freely. A sudden surge of relief passed through me, quickly replaced by dread as my voice escaped before I could stop it. “Oh… no, he found me,” I gasped, my voice trembling. Jack, wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist, bolted toward the door. I could hear the door creak open, and my stomach sank as a shadowy figure stepped inside. Before I could process anything, the stranger lunged at Jack. A brutal punch connected with his face, and he collapsed onto the floor, blood immediately staining the polished apartment tiles. The man in black didn’t hesitate; his movements were calculated, precise, and terrif