"Hey, guys. What's up?"In interrupt David and Ari's moment, and the two break apart guiltily. I narrow my eyes at them."Dina." David says. He moved to kiss me on the cheek. I let him, but I do not offer him a smile as usual. He clears his throat at my coldness."What's going on? is there something wrong?""N-nothing." Ari responds with a smile, but it is forced and I swear I can see her wipe a tear from her eyes. My suspicion goes up a notch as she starts walking away from us, "Um...I better get back. I think I'm missing the good parts.""Oh, not really--" I try to stop her but she's already gone. I turn to David. "What are you doing here? I thought you also went out with the boys."Something is obviously worng. Horrible enough for David to not be able to hide it from his face.Damn it. Is he cheating on me with Ari? Is this what it is? Should I just ask him?"Y-yeah. It kinda ended in a disaster. So I thought I'd dropped by

"No," I murmur in disbelief. Dad and David both look at me, their eyes heavy with concern as if I am the one bound and gagged in front of them. Their bodies are bloodied and scratched, and God only knows what they must have gone through in Black Dawn's hands. I spot the men behind Dad and David, there are about five of them, all wearing identical expressions of danger."Yes, Dina. We got them." Jon laughs maniacally."Jesus, Jonathan. Your laugh is not at all pleasant to the ears, is it?" Uncle Fern enters the room, shedding his jacket off and handing it to the boy beside him. He casually kicks my Dad's side and I let out a yell as my poor father doubles over in pain."You look well, Matthews. For a traitor who is about to bite the dust." Uncle Fern spits at my Dad."Let him go!" I shout."Which one, darling? Your Dad or your boyfriend?" Uncle Fern looks over at me, a sinister smile on his face."You won't get away with this." I threaten, my

"I still don't get why you're leaving." Boi is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. I barely look at him as I continue to pack up my things. Looking around, I feel a creeping sadness. I will miss this apartment. I can't count the times in which I sulked here, hidden away from the world. I look at the things I stashed in here over the years. "I'm really tempted to tell your Mom," Boi comments after I mee him with my silence. But I know he won't do such a thing. I had a long talk with him about my decision, and our agreement about keeping each other's secrets still stands. "Feel free to sell any of this stuff," I tell him, stretching. I finally finish packing. And now, on to the thing that I dread doing. I look at the pen and paper on the table. I plan on writing a letter to David. He had asked me once why I wouldn't write a letter to him. I told him it was because I didn't feel the need to. I wouldn't admit it to him, but as soon as I bought my first pho