-Blake's POV-"Who the fuck took the photo?!" Rage. That's what was going through my entire body. Under the grip of my fingers, my phone was near its breaking point. The screen holding a picture of a couple of guys holding Dominic against her will, wearing nothing but bandages, hostage under their arms. She looked weak and defeated and that's what angered me the most. They wanted to boost their own egos. Wanted to make themselves look better and in turn, made her out to be something she wasn't. Dominic was strong. That was something I liked about her. When we would bully her she never asked anyone for help, fought her own battles, didn't get teachers involved and took beatings

-Blake's POV-"Then why can't I be your girlfriend?"I stopped. It seemed as if everything froze with me. I looked down slowly at Dominic. Her lips captivating me instantly, but I resisted. She's drunk. She's drunk. I had to remember she was drunk."You're drunk Dominic," I stated, trying to divert my attention from her to the exit. I didn't know why I was panicking or why my heart was racing like it was but at that moment, all I could hear was its unsteady beat and how it wouldn't slow down."I know," she deadpanned, "but you were also drunk when you told me you loved me so I think this makes it equal," I gulped, we hadn't brought that up again ever since she had come back to America so this caught me off guard. "Unless that was a lie

-Dominic's POV-Confusion was the first thing I had felt when I woke up that morning.The walls were unfamiliar, the bed was unfamiliar, everything was unfamiliar. This wasn't my house, I confirmed before looking down at myself, almost afraid that I had done something I regretted. However, to my relief, I still had last night's clothes on and nothing looked or felt out of place at all.With further inspection of the room I was in, I realised it was a guy’s room and that the guy was laying in the space next to me in bed. So, I slowly checked who it was only to have my breath stuck in my chest. It was Blake. This was Blake's room and I was in Blake's bed. I calmed my racing heart befo

The sound of a heavy door slamming shut and footsteps echoing into a room filled the empty set. There were no windows, no desks, one way in and one way out. The room was dimly lit with just enough light for the two males to see that they weren't alone. "What do you want?" The man who just entered asked, eager to leave as if someone was chasing him."You know what we want," the first man hissed, stepping forward threateningly. "And you're going to help us get it. You're one of us remember?" The second man grits his teeth in frustration and didn't reply for a moment. Instead, he stared back at him with an intense glare. "It's not going to work. You're not going to be able to kill them-" "Shut the fuck up! You do as I fucking tell you!" The yelling whisp

-Dominic's POV-Discomfort.No matter what I did or who I was with I was uncomfortable. Arthur's words rang constantly in the back of my head and it was driving me insane. 'You're not really my sister so fuck off,'. Sure, what he said upset me but it was whatever drove him to say those words which annoyed me too. I thought I could trust Arthur but now I wasn't so sure. Not only did he lie to me, but he also wouldn't tell me the truth after I caught his lie. He was hiding something from me and -as much as I didn't want to believe it- I had a feeling I knew what he was keeping hidden. Clearly, I hadn't killed the whole gang, I thought with minor anger but took a breat