My finger hovered over my phone screen as I had an internal debate on whether or not to send a particular message to a certain someone. Was it worth it? Did I need to involve myself in something that probably wasn’t my business? I cringed at the memory of the young girl in Ethan’s car two days ago. She had called him 'baby'. Even if I wanted to brush her presence off as them being related, no sister calls her brother baby right? Especially when she was the younger one. The whole thing seemed off to me. I wondered if I should contact Cindy or not? Did

I realized Ricky was right. My life was finally starting to take shape and Donny showing up would only throw into havoc once again. Especially, if he knew or even suspected that I had ratted him out to the police. I suddenly realized something. “Ricky, have you by any chance been following me?” I asked carefully. “What? No. I only arri

I could not believe that what started as a great day ended in such a manner. Katherine did not even look at me when we left the cinema. We waited quietly for the bus to arrive and she got on the one headed in her direction. Just before she left, I gently took her hand in mine.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “So am I,” she si

I stared at the cold milkshake in my hands and took a sip. I seriously reconsidered if it was a good idea agreeing to meet up with Cindy. But she did not sound alright on the phone and a part of me was concerned about her.  I looked up as footsteps approached the table and she sat opposite me. I squinted at the pair of sun shades that obscured her eyes. She tugged at the hem of her shirt and adjusted the face cap she wore. 

While on the bus, I waited for a response from Ricky. His reply still had not come so I put my phone away and waited till I got home. Ola was in the sitting room playing board games with that Johnson boy, fine, his name was Christopher. I knew that. “Hey, Michael.” She waved from the where they sat on the floor. The boy turned and