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: Web of Shadows
“Grin, grin, grin,” my alarm blared, dragging me out of a restless sleep. I woke up feeling more stressed than refreshed.
As I sat up in bed, yesterday’s events replayed in my mind—my dreamy date with Peter, the confrontation with those thugs, and the hot stranger from the festival who’d turned out to be my unlikely savior.
“Why is this happening to me?” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls.
I checked my phone for messages. Nothing.
“At least I’m safe from any tantrums,” I muttered.
But before I could finish the thought, the sound of raised voices drifted up from downstairs. My father and stepmother were arguing again. I quickly got dressed for school and made my way down to the chaos.
“You’re going to get us killed!” Victoria yelled at my father.
“I don’t care what you do, but I won’t stand by and let you endanger my daughters,” she added, her voice shaking with fury.
“I’m not going to get anyone killed. I’ll pay back the debt,” my father insisted.
“Pay back what?” I asked, stepping into the middle of the argument.
“Oh, sunshine. You’re awake,” Victoria said with a forced smile.
“Yes, I’m awake. Now tell me what’s going on,” I demanded.
“Our dear father has gotten you into trouble,” Vanessa sneered. “Because it’s not me, my mom, or my sister who’s in danger. It’s you.”
“Vanessa, shut up. We’re family,” my father snapped.
“Dad! What’s going on?” I screamed, panic rising in my chest.
He looked at me, guilt etched in every line of his face. “Baby, I’m in debt to one of the most dangerous people in San Andreas City.”
The words hit me like a sledgehammer.
“The Blackwoods?” I whispered.
He nodded.
The Blackwoods—the most feared mafia family in the city. Their patriarch, Don Vito Blackwood, ran the most notorious criminal empire in the country. His sons were equally infamous: Damian, the charismatic yet cruel eldest; David, arrogant and aggressive; Denzel, the flirt and womanizer; and Dominique—the youngest and most feared of them all. Cold. Calculated. Merciless. They called him The Devil.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “Dad... of all people… the Blackwoods?”
“Yes, Rory. I’m sorry,” he said, voice thick with regret. “But we’ll figure it out.”
I blinked back the tears. “Uhm, Dad, I don’t even know what to say. I’m off to school. We’ll deal with this later.”
“Bitch, where do you think you’re going? Don’t you get it? You’re doomed,” Vanessa hissed.
“Hey, young lady, watch your tongue,” my father warned.
“And you,” Vanessa shot back, “should watch how you gamble.” She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
I walked out soon after, my thoughts spiraling.
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On the way to school, the weight of everything—last night, the debt, the mafia—pressed heavily on my chest.
“This is too much,” I cried under my breath.
Just as I turned onto the street near school, I noticed a sleek black sedan behind me. It matched my pace, never overtaking. My heart began to pound. I fumbled for my phone to call 911, but just as I neared school, the car pulled ahead and drove off.
Its license plate read: MYSTERIOUS.
A wave of relief swept over me—brief, fleeting.
“Is it the hot guy? Why is he following me?” I murmured.
My phone buzzed with a new message from an unknown number:
“You’re safe, Love. –Mysterious”
A chill ran down my spine.
“I have a feeling it’s him,” I whispered to myself, trying to sound confident.
The memory of him surged forward—his deep voice, intense eyes, the way he’d handled those thugs. We’d only met twice, but something about him pulled me in.
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At school, despite everything, the car’s presence gave me a strange sense of security. I decided to confide in Alex.
He wasn’t in class, so I went to the library. I found him tucked in a corner, nose buried in a book.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“Uh,” he grunted, clearly annoyed.
“That’s for ditching me and not calling,” he pouted.
“Sorry, sorry. Don’t be mad,” I begged, pretending to tear up.
“Okay, no worries,” he grumbled. “So? How was the date with Peter?”
“It was nice… but I don’t think I’d date him,” I admitted.
“He asked you out?” Alex raised a brow.
“No, not yet. But I think he might soon. I’m just… confused about my feelings.”
“Well, follow your heart,” he said. “Whatever you choose, I’ve got your back.”
“Thanks, Alex.” I hesitated. “There’s something else, but… never mind. I’ll figure it out.”
He gave me a curious look but nodded. I left the library without telling him about the stranger or the car.
Later, I grabbed a snack from the cafeteria and sat alone, lost in thought. When the final bell rang, I packed up and rushed home to work on my painting—the one of him.
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As I stepped out, I heard Peter call my name.
“Hey,” I greeted him.
“I need to tell you something,” he said, catching his breath.
“Okay. What is it?”
“I want to break up with Tiffany,” he blurted.
“What? Why?” I asked, stunned.
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel anything for her anymore. My heart’s somewhere else.”
“And where might that be?” I asked, even though I already suspected the answer.
“It’s you,” he confessed.
I stood frozen. “Say something, Rory.”
“I... I don’t know what to say. I’m speechless.”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I know... but it’s what I want, not what I need,” I replied.
“What do you mean by that? You don’t need me?”
“I want you, Peter. But right now, I don’t think I need you. I have too much going on, and I don’t want to be the reason Tiffany gets hurt.”
“Forget Tiffany. I’m choosing you.”
“I just think… we should stay friends. I can’t risk our friendship,” I said quietly, walking away.
Peter watched me go, frustration and heartbreak etched into his expression.
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As I neared home, the black sedan appeared again. My heart leapt. The car slowed beside me, and the tinted window rolled down.
There he was. Piercing brown eyes locked on mine.
“You’re safe, Rory,” he said, voice smooth and unreadable. “But listen carefully—leave Peter alone. Because I want you.”
Before I could respond, the car sped off, disappearing down the street.
I stood frozen, fear and intrigue tangled in my chest.
Who was this man? How did he know me? Why did he want me?
My world had shifted overnight. And now, I was trapped in a web of secrets, danger... and shadows.
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