I pushed the number eight-button in the elevator. I first checked Jarred since he's not picking up his phone. I am still worried about what happened to Hade, and I didn't see him at the house too. The elevator's door opened, and I saw Hank and Jarred laughing. Their laugh fell as they saw me and shifted their gaze to the top of the elevator door and then back at me. "Do you need anything?", Jarred innocently asked as if nothing happened yesterday. I'm burning mad, I'm being emotional, and it was not necessary. I breathed and smiled at them as they entered the elevator and pushed the ground floor button. They faced me after the door closed. "I was contacting you yesterday, but you're not picking up.", I said. Hank stared at Jarred while Jarred looked at me like he was caught red-handed. "You suddenly made me get off the car and drove away.", I added. His brows lifted in shock. "What?" he stuttered. How am I supposed to ask him about Hade when he can't understand me. "Oh, the incide
After we talked to the staff of Arrow Publishing for the upcoming event, I told Jarred that I was not coming back to school, and he dropped me off straight at my house. I felt too tired. When I entered our house, it was a mess. I wanted to whine and get mad, but I didn't have the energy to produce those feelings. I just stared at Paris while I walked past her, and I didn't even bother to greet mom. I twisted the doorknob of my door and entered my room. I instantly locked it and slammed my body at my bed; I stared at the ceiling wall and listened to my growling stomach. I bet there's no food in the kitchen to eat. I have money, and I can just order anything. But if dad knew that I'm earning now, for sure, he won't hesitate to come home and enjoy his awaited retirement. And guess what his retirement plan was. It was me! I picked up my phone to check the messages and speaking of. He messaged me. 'As soon as I get my paycheck, I'll send it to you, but for now, I really can't find anyo
I'm still bothered about what Hank said last night. What does he mean by Hade living under the name of Tycen? I am so confused. I know Tycen was a common name, but still, I wasn't hallucinating when I saw Tycen from Hade. But I'm not sure if the Tycen I know was the Tycen that Hank mentioned. I wiped my face using both of my hands, slid it straight to my hair, and held a tight grip on the strands of my hair. I let a low groan and slammed myself on the bed. The fact that I didn't hold on to Tycen so that I won't be having a headache because of a boy, yet I'm so stressed out about the theory I had that maybe Hade and Tycen are the same person. If Hade was Tycen, how would I react? Will I get mad? What would be my reason for getting angry? Tycen and Hade didn't do anything wrong for me to respond like that. Will I be happy? Of course, I would be glad if I was a help to him. I instantly sat when I heard a knock on my door. When the door opened, mom peeked at me while smiling. I fo
Hade and I stayed at the church until people came to attend the mass. We talked about his life together with Hank while on the bus. He told me that he could clearly see Hank to me when I was at home, that he was proud of me, and that my mom was so thankful for having me as their child. I doubt that I was one of the reasons why she got sick. I can't ever forgive myself for that. While fixing my bag, I saw Hade staring at me while swaying himself on my swivel chair. I raised my left eyebrow while staring at him. "What?" I asked. He slightly opened his mouth but closed it instantly; he shook his head. I frowned at him and shifted my gaze back to my backpack. "You shouldn't be doing that; it causes overthinking.", I sulk while I put my backpack on. He raised both of his brows while looking down and shrugged. He stood up and slowly walked toward me. "I'm a bit skeptical to say it to you, but I will. Just give me some more time to prepare myself, okay?" I glanced at Hade with a weird exp
All white yet too dark. The sun shines on me, yet this cold wind still shivers my whole body. In the middle of this long wide hallway, the unfamiliar scent lunge on me, and the echo of my steps sends my ears chills. I almost forgot how hearing a sound felt. As I take my last three steps, I take a deep breath. Afterward, I put a big smile on my face as I entered this section of the hospital called Ward 12. I violently gasped for air as soon as I opened my eyes. I looked around and saw nothing. Everything was covered in white. I looked at the door when I heard the doorknob twist. Jarred came in with Dr. Kent. They both looked shocked as if I had come back from death. Jarred lunged into the chair beside me and slowly touched my left arm. He looked me in the eye and sighed. I shifted my gaze to the doctor, and he gave me a straight smile. "Ms. Soriano?" the doctor called. I raised my eyebrows as I waited for him to continue. "Did you do what I advised you to do?" he continued. I clenche
I stared at Jarred's grinning face. I don't understand; I shifted my gaze at Hade. He looked down; I looked at Jarred again; he was still smiling like crazy. "I hit him with my car. With the force of the impact, he sprang backward from my car." he looked down and raised both of his eyebrows, his jaw clenched. I froze. I cannot move; I cannot speak. My mind went blank. I don't understand what's going on. I shifted my gaze at Hade; he was sitting still. His face was full of remorse. "I am the prime suspect. I am the--" "It was a fucking accident, Jarred! We were panicking that time; stop blaming yourself for the crime you didn't commit!" Hade yelled. Jarred eyebrows were pressed down and together; his lips were pressed and shaped into a straight line. He was suppressing his tears. "It was Hank. I'm sure it was Hank behind this." Hade accused. Jarred looked at him and shook his head. "It was not Hank, and I'm one-hundred percent sure of it. He was also investigating on his ow--"
I listened to the constant ring of my cellphone from last night until this morning. A lot of people were also shouting outside our house, begging me to show myself. Paris didn't bother to ask what was happening because it was already on the news; Jackson did reveal my identity after all. I talked to Hank last night, and he was burning mad, assuring me that he'll fix the mess Jackson made. I doubt he can. They can not withdraw the information they have already revealed. I'm not sure if I felt distressed about the news revealing my identity or maybe the thought that the report had reached dad about what was going on. I sat on my bed and stared at my phone, dying. It was already low battery. I didn't bother to charge it; I walked straight to the kitchen ignoring the two pairs of eyes watching my move. I picked up a glass and the pitcher from the fridge and poured water on the glass. I drank it and put it in the sink; I didn't put the pitcher back in the fridge and was about to enter m
How do the celebrities deal with these blinding lights focused on them? Everyone keeps running, talking through their headphones, checking the papers, scrolling through the teleprompter, fixing makeup. "Are you nervous?" Hank asked me. I stared at him for a minute and shook my head. I'm rather sad than nervous, plus this isn't the first time I will be shown on TV. Jarred and Hade promised that they'd stay on my side, watching me no matter what happened. I look around for the nth time hoping to spot the two in the crowd. "Are you looking for someone?" Hank asked again; I stared at him and chuckled. He seems feeling nervous than me, as if he will be the one interviewed. He scratched his nape and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I know we've done this many times, but I still feel nervous about the possible question they might throw in you specifically like this, live." I smiled at Hank and squeezed his hand. He became my manager, Jarred stopped responding to my calls and messages after I wal