RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW People thought I’d gone mad because they hadn’t a clue what I was going through. The pain, the suffering, and the longing. Every night I would sleep alone, something I never did when Isabella was alive. Sometimes when I had nightmares, she’d hold me close and remind me she was here and wasn’t going to ever leave me. Now, she was far away from me and I could never have her back.The cool night breeze pushed my hair to the side as I looked up at the warm glow that was the moon, that was always in synchrony with her companions. Staring at it reminded me of a mother singing a soft lullaby to ease her child’s heart. I needed the peace I had under the white-gold moon.“Are you watching me?” I let out a pained laugh as tears stung my eyes. “Can you see me from where you are?”No response.“I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I c
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEWTwenty minutes earlier.Mr. Brad got down from his car and walked over to mine. He asked us to be extremely quiet and not do anything that would draw attention to us. Even the cops had turned off their sirens and parked a little farther away from the warehouse. Some of the police had surrounded the warehouse as stealthily as they could.We followed the police officers and hid behind old goods and heavy machines. The place was dusty and dimly lit. The only source of light was the man’s torch and Mr. Brad’s. From where I stood, I couldn’t quite make out the man’s face, but I could tell he was tall and lanky.“Hey, did you come alone like I asked?” The man scanned the warehouse. “If not…” He lifted the hem of his shirt, showing Mr. Brad a gun.“Calm down. I came alone.” Mr. Brad assured him. “So, let’s get down to the main thing, shall we?”“Go ahead, investigator.”“Well, let me ask you this. Did you go to Oahu beach on September 25th?”“Yes, I did.”“And did you s
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW I was furious.How could I have been so blind to the fact that Elena was not a good person? The accident was just enough proof, yet I failed to see it. She even had the audacity to kidnap my little sister. Until now, we did not know where she could have taken Mirabel to, and it was killing me inside.“Have you found anything?” I approached the police chief and investigator.“No, Sir.” The police chief answered, “But I must ask this.”“Go ahead.”“How did you meet this Elena? What is your relationship with her?”“We barely have any relationship. I first met Elena when she crashed my car and almost gave me a heart attack. It was later confirmed that it was indeed a brake fail, so I let her go. Some days later, I found out she was working at my company and then we exchanged numbers. Mostly because I felt guilty about dragging her to the police station when she was innocent. After my sister got shot, she called me while we were still in the hospital.” I b
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW Quinn and I went up the stairs to Mirabel’s room. She was sleeping. That she felt safe enough to sleep made me feel she trusted me. I would never hurt her intentionally. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Deep down inside, I hoped she’d trust me completely. If she did, it’d be easier for Ryder to drop whatever he was planning against me. “She looks peaceful.” Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. “I don’t know why Alistair has chosen to make her suffer. I’m the one he wants. Why doesn’t he just come at me directly?” “He’s a lunatic. I guess he believes this is the best way to hurt you. Think about it, she’s the king’s sister. Her brother has the power to make your life miserable, and he doesn’t have to lift a finger.” She was right. If Ryder wanted, he could behead me and no one would dare question him. Alistair really used his head here. Thinking about it made me wish I had done as he wanted at first. The stupid
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW The SUV I was in came to a halt in front of a house. It wasn’t grandiose, neither was it shitty. The house was okay. It reminded me of my house in New Jersey. It had the white picket fences, a mailbox, and a well-taken care of lawn with beautiful flowers. “You’ll be staying here until boss comes for you.” The waiter informed me. “Please do not leave the house.” “Got it.” I dismissed him with an airy wave as I ambled to the house, taking in its neat exterior. Whoever lived here was doing a good job of keeping it clean. I rang the bell and waited. Ten seconds, fifteen… no answer. I rang it again. “What the fuck is your problem?” A silver-haired girl shouted, throwing the door open with a glare. “Oh, it’s you.” She stepped aside with a much friendlier expression. “Come on in.” “Thanks?” I went into the house. The television was on, and what I saw playing wouldn’t easily leave my head. The black and orange video. “Elena, is it?” She asked. Now that
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW I hadn’t seen or heard anything from Kai in days. I feared he’d found something out or just avoiding me for the time being. Maybe he was upset with me. He was probably in some sort of trouble. After all, the police had found me at his house and Mirabel might have complicated him by saying he was Kai. Oh, goodness, what if he had been arrested?“I hate when you do this.” Ariana had both hands on her waist as she glowered at me, unimpressed I had spaced out while she was talking. I dropped the rag in my hand on the table. “Sorry.”It was a Saturday and, according to Ariana; we had to clean the place up. Not that it was too dirty, but just because. Her words, not mine. She was preparing something for us to eat, even though it looked a little too much for two people. It made me believe someone was coming over.She rolled her eyes. “As I was saying, Ricky and Kai will come over in some minutes with a friend. I’ll finish up here. Go shower.”“Kai is comin
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW “Is this the place?” Jay asked as we stood in front of Quinn’s door, waiting for her to open up after we had beaten up the two policemen in front of her door. It was fun to fight after a long time. “Yes.” “You’re certain?” “One hundred percent.” “Okay.” He rang the bell again. “So, why the fuck is she not opening the damn door?” “Maybe.” the door was opened to reveal Quinn wearing a strapless, black dress with a high slit and sequins. “It’s because I was busy.” She shifted her attention to me before hugging me. “You made me worry so much, Lena. What happened to you?” “I’ve been hiding.” I said, hugging her back. “I’m sorry I didn’t contact you sooner.” She pulled away. “I understand. So,” she faced Jay, “Who is he?” “This is Jay; a friend. Jay, this is Quinn. My best friend.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Fallon.” “You know me?” He gave a lopsided smile. “I did my research.” She nodded. “I was about to meet up with someone, but since
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW It’s like she disappeared.Even after speaking to the owner of the house we found her at, all he could tell us what that she had broken into his house. When Mirabel was asked to see if she knew him, she said no. She told us that the man Elena was with had black hair and grey eyes. She said he was tall, but the owner of the house was a redhead with brown eyes. He wasn’t too tall and was buff. His name was Lynn Alexander, whereas the man my sister saw was a man she called Kai.How could she have disappeared without a trace?Who on earth was this Kai?“I know you didn’t just come here to see me, Lena. What’s going on?”I quickly sat up on my bed when I heard Quinn’s voice.Lena? Was Elena at her place?I heard nothing for some time until Quinn’s voice broke the silence.“Those bastards. I’m suing, I swear.”Elena was there. I was certain.I dialed the police chief’s number. On the third ring, he answered.“Hello, chief.”“Good evening, Mr. Smith. Is ther