As he was gasping for air fighting for his dear life, Trey's image dripping in blood came rushing to her head. The day she shot him. Thinking that it would make his father surrender but he didn't. Instead he left him and escaped. His own blood and flesh was abandoned for his own survival. Not that he really cared about his son in the first place. To him he was nothing but a dispensable tool he can discard any moment. It’s his selfishness that killed him. Even though Ace pulled the trigger Raymund was the one who called the shots. His enemies crawling to whichever corn

"Ace come over you need to see this." Ed called her out like she's some kind of pet. She leaned her arms on his head and lies on it while watching Nyle Rivers unravel her so-called cheap trick on the laptop screen.

A girl is lying on her desk. Her back is barely moving. She seemed lifeless due to her steady but subtle breathing. That is the most quiet place around that battlefield-

He heard several footsteps nearing the door, so he jumped off to bed and wrapped himself in a blanket then pretended to be asleep.  Felt the pillow cushioned as something was pu

"She's like a ticking bomb, if you can't take the blow-you can't be with her."  Ed mumbles as he gulps a bottle of beer down  his throat.