Marissa's POVI didn't know how many days it had been in here. The days wore on drearily. I was aware that I'd spent more than mere hours in here but I couldn't say just how long it had been. The only way I measured the hours was by the faint shift in temperature. I saw that it was warmer when the sun was probably up, colder when night crept in. There was no window, no clock, no sound except the occasional footsteps outside the bolted door, and the uneven dripping from a pipe somewhere nearby.I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, my back against the wall. The floor beneath me was hard, damp in some places, and my legs ached from staying in the same curled position for too long. My wrists hurt. He hadn't tied me up, not physically, but every corner of this room was like a shackle. And the silence! Oh, the silence was loud. It was deafening. It was maddening.There was a tray on the floor a few feet away from me. A single slice of bread and half a bottle of water. They'd given me
I was at the door in a millisecond.“What did you know, Elizabeth?"The panic in her eyes had my heart beating faster than it had ever beat, but I struggled for calm. No need getting worked up now when I didn't know what she was talking about. When she didn't respond to my question, I asked her again and her panicked eyes came to rest on mine before she spoke.“It's Anthony. It's him. I knew he was up to no good!"Chloe rolled her eyes and looked to me as if to say, I just knew we couldn't trust her.“What the hell are you talking about?” Chloe asked. “Anthony is in jail and will be for a couple more months so what do you mean it's…”"It's him! I swear it. Believe me, I know what I'm saying.”My ears were ringing with rage, and I tried desperately to cling to the calm I'd mustered earlier."Calm down, Elizabeth, and tell us exactly what you know." I said. "He called me! Yesterday morning. At first, I didn't know who it was, but then he called me his favorite ally and asked if I was w
I’d never paced this much in my life.The tiles in Chloe’s living room were probably tired of my footsteps, and honestly, so was I. But what else was I supposed to do? Sit? Pretend like my chest wasn’t about to collapse in on itself?I couldn't do that. Not when it felt like my entire world was crashing down. Not when everyone who matters to me was sitting in this living room, with worried expressions trying to figure out what could have happened and where the hell Marissa was. She was gone.It had been hours. Almost 24 goddamn hours! Where hadn't we looked? Who hadn't we asked? And where the fuck was she, still? I didn't get any sleep last night. And the moment I saw a bit of light in the sky, I was on the road and pounding heavily on Marissa and Chloe's door. I just wanted to know if she was back.Chloe answered almost immediately, proving that she hadn't been able to get much sleep either. If I had any doubts about that before, the eyebags beneath her eyes cleared me. “She's stil
My hands were clammy as I stared up at the leering face in front of me. Anthony was here. How? He was in jail. He'd been sentenced. I knew that. So how was he here? We hadn't heard anything about him getting out on patrol. We… I steeled my face. I wouldn't show him weakness. I couldn't. I didn't understand how he could be here, but it didn't matter. This was Anthony. The same Anthony who had ridiculed me and tried to put me down every chance that he got. The same Anthony who had brought my mother to testify against me in court. The same Anthony who'd never missed a chance to break my spirit and make me feel small.No. I couldn't show any signs of weakness now. It wasn't an option. “What do you want?” I managed to choke out, struggling to keep my voice steady. “Why are you doing this?”“I always told you we had unfinished business,” he said with a smile that made my skin crawl. “Of course I didn't appreciate being sent to jail by you and your little lover, that blasted Kingston. But
Marissa's POVThe room was dark. I didn't know how long I'd been in here but I did know that it had been hours. I'd lost track of time. The darkness in the room made it such that I couldn't even say how long I'd been there. Minutes? Hours? Maybe longer. Time had stopped meaning anything the moment I woke up in the dark, disoriented, with a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes and a blindfold pressing against my skin. Everything was still. It didn't make sense that the silence was this loud in my ears, and the air smelled like damp concrete and old wood. I wasn’t cold exactly, but the chill in the room clung to my skin and sat heavy on my chest.I'd tried to move when I first came to, tried to feel around me, but my hands had been tied behind my back, and something sharp scraped against my wrist each time I tugged. That was when the panic started to bloom. I’d tried to scream, but my throat had been too dry, and there was no one to hear me anyway.I remembered being in a good mood. I'
Jordan's POVMarissa wasn't home. She wasn't at LoveBites either.Somehow, when we got back to the house and didn't find her there, I'd been sure that she would be at LoveBites. She'd told me only a few days prior that she was restarting the business--- something about my experience teaching her that it is never over until it is truly over and that everyone and everything deserved a second chance at life.Knowing Rissa and how she gives her all to whatever she's doing at a particular time, I'd assumed that she'd probably gotten carried away with what she was doing and would be in the shop probably bent over a counter trying out a new recipe or giving orders to the repairmen who were putting finishing touches to the repair work.When Chloe and I scoured the entire building and couldn't find her anywhere there, real fear began to creep in. Chloe said she'd spoken to her just that afternoon. Rissa had even sent her a picture of the dress she was putting on. What could have gone wrong? Wh