LOGIN(RORY’S POV)
My sister, Rosalie’s voice was the first thing that popped up in my head. This fabric is perfect for the weather. I guess she did not expect me to practically get drenched in punch. Because now, i am thinking, of how unfortunate I am to be wearing this! Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the intense gazes of everyone in the room and there’s no way to express how humiliated I feel right now. My top felt plastered to my skin and looking down made me see how scandalous my boobs looked now in this drenched situation. Wine is still dripping from my hair down to my body and I feel very queasy all over a sudden. I heard Todd mutter a string of profanities as he caught me and wrapped me swiftly with his large leather jacket. “What the fuck, Leslie? How dare you!” He roared angrilly. “Please don’t fight.” I manage to say but Todd had my face pressed to his chest. He was protecting me from everything and everyone. A normal Todd thing to to. In one moment, he had carried me in his arms and had now risen to his feet. “How dare you!” He growled and I heard someone gasp. Todd sounded very angry, I sneaked a peak and his veins were throbbing. I swallowed and stole a glance at Leslie. My guess is that she is the one who gasped because her eyes are widened at Todd in surprise at his reaction. And then like a button was pushed, she snapped at him immediately . “How dare she! How dare this damned geek kiss my own boyfriend! How dare she have her socially nonexistent lips on my own boyfriend’s lips! I don’t care if anyone had to walk naked!” She screeched angrilly . There was a strong silence after her loud voice , then all eyes turned on Todd as if awaiting his reaction. He was simmering in anger. I could practically feel the growl from his inner tummy. I held on to his jacket tugging slightly to catch his attention. “It’s okay, Todd. It’s okay.” I begged. My voice was low and shaky but Todd seemed to have heard me clearly because his head snapped towards me immediately. Something in hin seemed to soften immediately as he stared down at me and then he gave a glare at Leslie before spinning around with me. I dared to look at the crowd watching us as he walked away but then I quickly closed my eyes. Everyone had been watching like a movie was playing and they even had their phones held up at us. The silence, made me realize, despite my alcohol infused state, that I had become the object of ridicule in this party. Leslie had dumped a whole bottle of wine on me for kissing her boyfriend who also happened to be my best friend. “Hey Todd, wait Up! You’re my ride!” I heard someone call from behind us accompanied by fast approaching footsteps It was Laurel. Todd said nothing. He just kept on moving in such fast strides that even though my eyes had been closed, it was no surprise when we got to the car quickly. Todd balanced me carefully as he opened the door to the backseat, then he placed me at the back laid down like a baby. He lingered above my face, his beautiful blue, concerned eyes searching my face. It felt like I had lost the ability to speak. I just stared, tongue tied at his beautiful face so close to mine and the kiss replayed in my head. Then he leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. I was unable to stop myself from letting a gasp escape from my lips. There were a thousand butterflies in my tummy. But Todd didn’t seem to hear me gasp, he was busy being too guilty. “I’m so sorry, Candy. For everything tonight .” He murmured, his lips still hovering around my forehead. I craved for his lips to go down, to my lips, or maybe my neck….I know I should be thinking of the fact that Leslie had humiliated me and sent me a pack full of eye daggers as Todd and I left the party. But all I can think about is that Kiss! His tongue in mine, his lips against mine…. Todd withdrew and my stomach clenched in disappointment. Maybe I should have kissed him? But then I was reminded of why that was a bad idea…… “Is she passed out?” Laurel asked opening the door on the other end. “No but she looks like she will soon be. I think she is shaken by everything.” He said and I could feel the sadness in his voice . “Poor Rory.” I heard Laurel say. I want to tell Todd not to worry about me but then something pulls me back. I feel lazy and too relaxed, My eyes begin to feel heavy. I can hear Todd and Laurel conversing. Todd tells him to sit at the backseat and make sure nothing happens to me. I want to tell Todd that I want him beside me, Not Laurel. I want him to hold me, to kiss me…. But I know a loss when I see one. And I can tell that my body is about to give in, even though all I want to do is replay that kiss over and over and…………(THIRD PERSON POV)The sun came up over Daisyland like it didn't know anything was wrong.Leslie watched it from her window. She hadn't slept. Not really. Just stared at the ceiling and listened to her own thoughts.Her phone was still in her hand. The same phone she had almost used to warn Todd. The same phone her mother had taken and then given back after going through all her messages.She hadn't found anything. There was nothing to find. Leslie had been careful. Too scared to do anything, too scared to say anything, too scared to be anything but what they wanted.But the voice was still there. Small but present.You don't have to be like them.She pushed it away and got dressed.---Shirley and Joy were already at their usual table when Leslie walked into the café.Shirley was scrolling through her phone, a bored look on her face. Joy was eating a pastry and looking at nothing.They looked up when Leslie sat down."You look terrible." Joy said. It wasn't mean. Just honest.Leslie
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)Denver and Dana talked for another hour.Plans. Strategies. Threats. Who to call. Who to pay. Who to scare.Leslie listened to all of it. The words washed over her like dirty water.They talked about the recording. About getting someone into the hospital. About finding the phone and making sure to destroy it.They talked about Tia. About her connections. About ways to discredit her. About people in her past they could dig up.They talked about Rory. About her family. About ways to make her disappear if needed to.When Leslie heard that part, she looked up."You can't." She said.Denver turned to her. "Can't what?""Hurt her. You can't hurt her."Dana laughed. "Watch us.""No." Leslie stood up. Her legs were shaking but she stood. "I've gone along with everything. I've done everything you asked. But this—hurting an innocent girl because she loves someone—I won't be part of it."Denver stood up too. He walked toward her slowly."You won't be part of it?" He repeated
(THIRD PERSON POV)The Williams' mansion was quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that comes before a heavy storm. The kind that makes the hairs on your arm stand up.Denver Williams sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at the wall. The room was dark except for one lamp. His face was half in shadow.Dana sat across from him, her legs crossed, a wine glass in her hand. She looked calm. But her eyes were sharp. Watching.Leslie sat on the small couch near the window. She was curled up, her knees to her chest, staring at nothing.The meeting with Todd at the hospital had not gone the way Denver wanted. The boy was stubborn. Still defiant. Even after everything."He's not broken." Denver said finally. His voice was quiet. That was worse than shouting.Dana took a sip of wine. "He will be. Give it time.""I don't have time." Denver set his glass down hard. The liquid sloshed over the side. "His phone. My boys went back for it but it was not there. I think we
(RORY'S POV)Tia spent the next hour explaining everything.She talked about the legal process. About what would happen next. About the police, the courts, the media.She talked about Denver's history. Other contracts. Other victims. People who had been too scared to speak."His pattern is the same every time." She said. "He finds vulnerable people. He offers them money, security, success. Then he traps them. Controls them. Threatens them.""Why does no one stop him?" I asked.Tia sighed. "Because he's smart. He never leaves evidence. Until now." She looked at Todd. "He made a mistake with you. He thought you were just a scared kid. He didn't expect you to fight back."Todd's jaw tightened. "I'm not scared anymore.""Good." Tia nodded. "You're going to need that courage. This is going to get ugly before it gets better."George leaned forward. "What do you need from us?""Everything." Tia said. "Testimony. Evidence. Patience. This won't be quick. Denver will drag it out. He'll try to d
(RORY'S POV)Tia walked into the hospital room as boldly as ever. Not in a rude way. In a confident way. The kind of way that made you feel like everything was going to be okay because she was here now.She was wearing a simple blue dress and her hair was pulled back. But her eyes were sharp. Focused. The eyes of someone who was ready to fight."Oh, sweetheart." She came straight to me and pulled me into a hug. "Look at you. You look exhausted."I hugged her back. It felt good. Safe. "I'm okay."She pulled back and looked at me carefully. Then she turned to Todd."And you." She walked to his bedside. "You look like you've been through hell."Todd tried to smile. "That's one way to put it."Tia pulled up a chair and sat down close to him. She reached out and took his hand. Gentle. Caring."I'm so sorry this happened to you." She said. "So sorry."Todd's eyes got a little wet. He blinked quickly. "Thank you."Tia looked at me. "Tell me everything. From the beginning. Don't leave anythi
(RORY'S POV)"I can't see them. I want to see them." Nana insisted.Her face was squished against the phone screen, her eyes narrowed like that would help her see better. Behind her, I could see the familiar kitchen cabinets, the edge of the dining table, the sunlight coming through the window."Nana, you're too close." I said, trying not to laugh. "Move back a little."She moved back. Now I could only see her chin."The other way, Nana."She moved the phone again and finally her whole face appeared. Rosalie was behind her, shaking her head and laughing silently."Can you see Todd?" Nana asked. "Let me see him. I want to see for myself that he's okay."I turned the phone toward Todd. He was propped up in his hospital bed, looking tired but awake. His face was still bruised, still swollen in places. But he was smiling. A small smile, but real."Hi, Nana." He said.Nana's face went soft. The way it always did when she saw someone she loved hurting."Oh, mijo." She said softly. "Look at







