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Elena.Even though I have never been most of all my life, I knew that walking down a dark, cold alley way is never a good thing. It creates tension. It creates fear. It always makes my blood run cold and my feet move faster. Trying to get back into the light at the end of the tunnel, It makes us wonder if I get so scared by an alley, why do we continue to walk through them?The answer was obvious, we want to get to our final destination faster. Surely though, a few more minutes the long way wouldn't be that bad? One where we'd feel safer, we would also walk normally even. We wouldn't keep looking behind us, making sure no-one was following us. Being safe was worth the extra time, right? After all we never know what's lurking in the shadows. Especially for someone like me who has been abused all my life.If there’s anything at all that I have learnt, it is the fcat that passing through alleyways is never a good idea. Never, most of the time, the kids in my pack were always lurking aro

Deangelo.As I walk away from the alleyway with Elena limp in my arms, I am transported back to that dark place in my head, the same one that I have always tried to keep tucked deep down in a corner of me. The scenario where my where my mom was raped by men who only knew how to abuse their strength and murdered in cold blood without any mercy.It made me livid as I wondered what would have happened if I had not found her on time, I felt powerless just as I have felt back then, I was angry that the same thing that had happened back then had just happened to Elena, to the poor girl who had not known a thing, who had not even deserved it. Elena coils in my arms as she grips me so hard and buries her head in my chest, she was shivering so bad that I felt like it was basically winter already.Two cars suddenly parked by my side and I realized that it was Luca and Camila. They both rushed to me and I threw another glare at Camila.“What happened to her? Why is her dress all torn and what ar

Mia.“Gone? what do you mean gone? That is not even in anyway possible? How would Diego have left the premises without being seen by the guards at their respective door posts.” Ms. Sofia said and I found myself boldly rolling my eyes at her even in my dilemma.“Gone is exactly what i have just said, Ms Elena. He... he... is not anywhere in his room.” I said at the same time that dad walked in, shirtless.Ugh!“What is going on here?” He asked casually, although he has a concerned look on his face. Something told me immediately that he somehow thinks that our fallen faces is due to Ms. Elena.“Diego is gone, alpha. We... can not find him, I am so worried right now, the poor boy. Where could he have even gone to, he knows nowhere, how did he even get out? Do you think one of the guards intentionally let him out or even took him out, might it be an insider job? Oh my gosh, he must be so terrified wherever he is right now.” Ms. Sofia suddenly switched so smoothly, acting like she had not

Sofia.I went to check on Deangelo and he was not in his room, only for me to get to Diego’s room and meet him there asleep with his kids on both sides of him. And for some reason, the sight just annoyed the heck out of me.I loved the way there was decision him and the kids before, I enjoyed seeing them have so much disagreements and misunderstandings. I also want him to keep his indifferent attitude towards his kids because I felt like it benefits me somehow, especially when it is time for him to get married to me. Mia and Diego would definitely be the first people to be against it because even though I have been caring for them in my own way before and after their mother’s death, they never treated me like I mattered to them. They just never liked me.The difference in treatments can be clearly seen when Deangelo’s younger sister, Lucy comes around to the house, they get so free with her and they never even want her to leave, and the fact that this has also been adopted with Elena

Elena.I was walking in the dark night. I made sure not to look back, though I was convinced that I could feel a pair of eyes on me even as the beam from a headlight from nowhere grew faint. The moon illuminated the driveway well enough that I did not need a flashlight. Still, the shadows played charades with my thoughts. Who knew what kind of monsters roam these woods?A hum sounded from inside the backpack on my back, one that I had not noticed before, phantoms from my other life attempting to intrude. I ignored them. I never had a phone, and I was far too young to care about things like social media and the likes... I did not even have the luxury to worry about them. All I needed to worry about at that moment is just getting home. The scuffing of my sneakers was soon overtaken by the rumble of an engine and I walked faster. The trees thinned, revealing an expansive lawn. A roofline crested over the hill. I was almost home. Headlights casted long shadows as an SUV growled and adv