Hillary “pick up the Fucking phone Hillary …”“Hilly, what is going on, why aren’t you picking?”“Bethany, this isn’t funny anymore, you are scaring the shit out of me.“Pick up the fucking phone goddammit!” Avril yelled into the receiver, dropping several messages into my voicemail. She has been trying to take me out and cheer me up, but I’ve been avoiding her and rejecting her calls. I don’t want to cheer up and hang out with friends, I want to see Nathan, I want to know how he is faring. He has to man up and tell me if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore, he has to let me know so I can move on with my fucking life.It’s been five days since Nathan left, five fucking days and I haven’t been able to reach him. Our call was interrupted while he was still on the plane, I guess they experienced a turbulence of some sort. I couldn’t reach him after that call and he hasn’t tried to call me either.I’m itching to show him my new car, it’s so fucking beautiful. I got myself a red Porsche

Nathan’s POV Two months and two weeks…That’s how long we have been in this God forsaken island. At this point, I don’t think we are going to make it out alive. The bad guys are not ready to give up on their search for us, or should I say for me, I think their boss ordered them to bring me back either dead or alive.We keep maneuvering this island like a bunch of criminals, trying to evade their eyes and get away. But they never gave me a chance to escape, they blocked off every route that we can use to get off, they keep pushing us deeper into the island. We have not been able to find anyone in this island, the only people in this island are those guys with guns that wouldn’t stop chasing us.I have been trying to keep up with my grumpy helper who never passed on any chance to abuse me and tell me how much he hates me. He said he is stuck here with me, I have no idea what he meant by those words, and I would love to find out

Nathan’s POVThe next few days were like a living hell for me. I broke a few bones and I lost a tooth that day. My whole body is covered in bruises and it hurts so bad. I could not move any part of my body for the next few days, I would never have survived it if not for Ray.Raymond Hartford…That is his name. I’ve heard of the Hartford’s, I know the role they play in our family, I had no fucking idea that I was going to be given my own personal Hartford. My dad never told me, neither did Gramps. If Ray had not mentioned his name to me, I would never have known that he is from the Hartford family.Many years ago, several generations past, my great grandfather had adopted a young boy named Richard Hartford. He was visiting the orphanage like he always does, then he spotted Richard, sitting by himself, crying his eyes out because nobody wanted to adopt him. As a fifteen years old boy, he was already past the age to be adopted and the orphanage was looking for somewhere to

Still Hillary’s POV“You need to stop calling me Hills, I don’t want to be involved in this matter, I don’t want to die, Hillary, please just go away.” “Avril wait, don’t hang up.” I called out to her, because I know she would hang up on me immediately. “I told you to stay away from me, Hillary, I can’t deal with all this drama in my life, I can’t be seen with you, they will come back for me, they’ll kill me Hills, they’ll fucking kill me.” She sobbed loudly, making me feel even more guilty.“I know Avi, and I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t so important. Just hear me out this time and I promise, I’ll never bother you ever again.” I pleaded softly, hoping she hears me out this last time because it may be the very last time I’ll be speaking with her. I have no idea what I’ll be meeting there, Nathan's mom may recall my face, she had seen me lurking around their mansion the other day. She may get me arrested, even before Ariel makes any move on me. She ha

Still Miguel’s POV“Keep your eyes open, I need you to look at me. You can’t shut your eyes, just keep your eyes on me, listen to my voice, just listen to me. You’ll be fine, I promise.” I told her softly. I had one hand on the steering wheel while my other hand was stretched towards her, holding her hand. She has lost so much blood and she looks as pale as a ghost.“I… I… It hurts… It hurts so badly, I can’t take it anymore. I… I… I can’t bear it anymore. G… G… Get help Miguel… I… I… I… need help… Help…” She cried out in pain, shivering like a feverish patient. I have been driving around for a good few minutes, yet there was no hospital in sight, none at all. We had left the crime scene just in the nick of time. The cops passed us on their way to the crime scene but they had no idea that we were the culprit, they simply passed by