I go back to check when she tweeted. Thirteen minutes ago. I decide to send her a direct message.When you make some confession at thirteen to a total stranger you never imagine at some point in the future that innocent confession will be the beginning of the end. Petra was her name. I meet her in the streets months after our house was burned down. I was angry and mourning. I just needed to let it all out. She was a meth addict, never sober. I told her everything, She nicknamed me sour honey. I just needed someone to talk to and I was sure she would not remember the next day. And there's only one way to see if she remembers. I message her; Do you remember me?The reply is instant, of course, sour honey."We are almost done," Quinn says to me. I shake my absentmindedly focused on my phone. I decide to play it cool to see how much she remembers, How are you? Petra: Am clean now, and started my rehab centre. Are you still sour, honey? It is a simple question but with a lot of weight?

Quinn povI kick the sofa as hard as I can the moment the elevator closes. How could I have been a fool? She was playing me the whole time. She was good. No, almost good. Because I fucking caught her."Quinn..." Theo calls out my name. I must have woken him up. Fuck it! I rub my temples before I look down at him. Those eyes, his mother's eyes. Damn it! Why are all women in my life treacherous? They are scheming and manipulative."Where is Cara?" He innocently asks.In hell, I hope."She is gone. Go back to bed." I place my hand on his shoulders."Is she coming back?" He doesn't move.If she does, God knows what I will do to her."No." I shake my head."Why?"I start to get irritated and grit my teeth together. I have to breath severally to not lose it in front of Theo. He is a sensitive kid and he is always quick to pick all sorts of emotions. He notes my almost irk.His diverts his gaze from me, "Will you come tuck me in?" His voice is almost a whisper. I hate myself when I see the r

We are back to Cara's POVI am never going to win this war, that should have been clear from the start. The Nickel won a long time ago. Quinn should been the one tied on such a chair, by me. I am the one that should be torturing him, not the other way round. I am bearing all his sins. Just like how my father went to jail because of his father's wrongs, and he died because of him.Peter emerges from a small opening that leads to unknown secret place. He is talking on the phone."You underestimated your importance to Quinn." Peter says after he ends the call.I roll my eyes with little interest."Lucky me." I say sarcastically. I am surprised he is actually going to save me. For a second, I imagine he is going to come and join Peter in torturing me. I shake the thought away, it is his fault am here."You are quite the snack." He threads filthy hands onto my hair. I am both terrified and disgusted by his touch and closeness. He moves further to caress my cheek, his thick coarse thumb rou

The concrete floor beneath my feet feels heavy, like I am the one bearing its weight. I wish for the distance to Oliver's apartment to triple. I look behind me after I have entered the building. Quinn is still watching me. He should have drove off but he is still here, watching me.I square my shoulders. No matter how badly I try to look okay. I can't fake it. My clothes are tattered, my skin has several bruises and dry blood. I breath out and walk towards the elevator. I stand for a while before it opens. I am conflicted, I decide to take the stairs. I am just not ready to face Oliver. I can picture the devastation that he will wear. He should never bear any of my sins.The trip doesn't last long as I desire it to be. I find myself knocking on Oliver's door. I expect him to be asleep. However am wrong when he opens the door. He is dressed up like he has been awake for hours. He takes in my appearance and gulps. His expression changes from shock to anger."Jesus christ!" He exclaims.

A day flies by, I spend the entire Tuesday looking for a job or paid internship. I am weeks away from graduating so I might as well get serious in finding employment. It is tough as most require experience which I lack. Also I desperately need an income to find my own apartment. Nimo, Oliver's girlfriend will return tomorrow and I don't need to be a third wheel in their apartment. And all of this is Quinn's fault that I'm homeless.Oliver's steps are silent I don't realize he has walked until I spot his shadow in front of me with a suit case and box. I recognize them. They are mine.He hangs his bag and his keys. He's always been more organized than me. There's nothing out of place or clothes lying around."How is the job search?" He asks."Frustrating. With the experience and age limit they put, it is like one should have started working in their mothers' womb." I breath."I'm sure you will find something.""Where did you get my stuff from?" I ask standing up.He wipes his face, "The