Could I at least breathe? I asked myself that question while still in the tense silence of the car, between Alex and Matthew and with Pierre in the front seat. Matt's profile showed me calm, as if he was used to this kind of reaction between Alex and Pierre. What was I supposed to do now? I didn’t understand anything. Alex had been acting strange the whole trip, he had hugged me tightly against him, making me believe that he was sleeping, but it was remarkable that something was worrying him and in turn, it worried me. I tried to release my hand from his grip and that's when he finally turned to look at me. “What's going on?” He asked sharply. "My hand hurts,” I muttered uncomfortably. He immediately released me and turned back to look outside. About forty minutes later, we arrived at a big, imposing building, full of dark glass (too boring for my taste) and we entered the underground parking lot. "This

"I don't like this at all,” Mark said at last. “What are you talking about?” I looked at Matt, Mark's brother, and couldn't help but blush. Although I was still impressed by the beauty these brothers wore, I wasn’t referring only to physical beauty. I had discovered that Matt was surly, serious and gentle, Mark was funny and looked like a teddy bear, he was always hugging me and making me feel special. In part I felt that their affection for me was due to what had happened to me years ago, although I really hoped it wasn’t out of pity that they were treating me. In the days that I had known and treated them, both of them had reached out to me and helped me as much as they could when it came to my father's company... Well, my company. I was stunned by so many things that went into running such a large company and the worst, in an area that didn't interest me in the least. I didn't know anything about cars, or their assembly, and

“I want to finish my studies, Alex.” He took his eyes off the phone and looked at me surprised. “What?” "I was in the middle of my senior year in high school when I disappeared,” I explained, "I always liked studying and I want to finish. I would like to have a university degree too.” "But, Abbie.” He looked at me confused. "According to your research file, you had already finished your studies a few months before you disappeared. I thought you knew and that's why I didn't say anything... Although I have to admit that I was surprised you did it when you were just thirteen.” Now the surprised one was me. "But I continued taking classes until a week before the accident." “Some people do it, you know, to reinforce knowledge and all that stuff...” "That would explain why the subjects were so easy,” I answered thoughtfully. “If you graduated at thirteen, I honestly don't want to know what you mean by easy stuff.”

“Are you sure you're not hungry?” I asked again. “We could stop for a pizza on the next block, they're so good.” “I just want to get home, Alex.”  she looked at me with intensity “I feel, uh...” He approached my ear “I don't really know how I feel, I just know that thinking of your mouth provokes something in my belly and my breasts. Fuck it! This woman made my balls clench painfully. “Abbie...” "Alex,” Pierre cut off my comment, "A black Escalade without plates is following us, it's three cars away." I turned automatically in the seat where the described car was certainly located. “You're sure?” “He has followed us since we left the building fifteen minutes ago, I have made several unnecessary turns and he is still behind us.” “Where is the other SUV with the other agents?” I asked pulling the 9mm out of the holster on my left side. Abbie made a strangled sound at the sight of the gun, but I didn't pay att

I left my room half an hour later. I felt somewhat weak from the time I hadn’t fed; it was the new rush of adrenaline the only thing that motivated me to move towards the room. My appearance hadn't improved much, but at least I was clean, my breath was fresh, and my clean clothes felt great on my skin. But I was still pale, haggard and unshaven. I felt too weak to force myself to look good, when I was still miserable about what I had done to Abbie. She said I hadn't forced her to do anything, but I was there, maybe not very conscious, but her screams and that blow were the physical proof that I had hurt her. I walked into the living room to find them all staring at Abbie with a frown. "It doesn't sound like a good idea,” I heard Mark saying. "If it's what she wants, you have to leave her, Mark.” Olivia replied, hugging one of her daughters now asleep. The other I didn’t know where she had gotten herself. Suddenly, as if