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Derek's POV I poured the pills into my palm and swallowed them dry. I didn't bother with water, letting the bitter taste scrape down my throat. I just stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror for a second, hated the hollow, dark circles under my eyes, and grabbed my car keys from the counter. Shoving a black cap over my messy hair to hide how ruined I looked and headed down the stairs. "Hey. Derek, where the hell are you going?" Scott blocked the bottom of the steps, crossing his arms as he stopped dead right in front of me. "To the hospital, dummy," I snapped, not even slowing my pace as I tried to brush past him. He rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to stay firmly in my path. "Dude, you stayed up with Gabriel all night. Mike is taking his shift right now. You need to rest. Your look like a ghost right now. Go later." "Shift?" I let out a harsh, dry laugh that tasted like the pills. "You want me to trust Gabriel’s life to some stranger?" "A stranger?" Scott’s voice ro

Gabriel's POV Erica and Mike were making the kind of noise in my hospital room I wish I could expel them out for. I stared at Derek, who was still sitting right by my side like a devoted husband who almost lost his wife to the hands of death. His eyes never really left me, tracking every tiny breath I took. "So what did I miss?" I asked, propping myself up against the stiff pillows. "Well, for starters... Derek here has gone into religious psychosis." Erica laughed, nudging Mike as they both mocked him. "Urghh, tell me about it," I muttered, glaring at Derek. He didn't even talk back at them. He just sat there, clutching those ridiculous wooden and silver beads, completely cussed out. But could I really blame him? He almost lost the one he loved to the hands of death. I watched his thumb nervously track over a smooth wooden bead, his jaw tight. Yeah, as soon as I got discharged... I would need to build my man back brick by brick. "Wait, where's Scott?" I asked, looking around t

Erica's POV I slumped onto my couch, my brain working overtime trying to digest or prepare itself for whatever storm was coming next. "Hey, Erica?" Mike called out, leaning forward in the chair beside me. "Yeah?" I answered without looking up. "What's our role in all of this?" he asked, rubbing his palms together nervously. "I mean... Derek is going on a full-blown war with his own father. We are basically just nobodies here..." "Are you scared?" I asked, turning my head to look him dead in the eye. "Well, a little! Isn't Mr. Miller one of the most powerful men in this whole city?" I straightened my spine, sitting bolt upright. "Mr. Miller killed his own wife. He partnered with Gabriel's twisted mother and had Gabriel kidnapped and tortured... Should I keep listing out his sins for you, or do you get the picture?" "I know, I know..." Mike sighed, holding up his hands defensively. "It's just... girl, we are here on full scholarships. If anything goes wrong, Derek and Gabriel h

Gabriel's POV "So what do we do now?" I asked, looking across the polished surface of the table."Well, with the evidence we've got, we’re just going to send it all to the police," Erica said, leaning over a thick stack of printed documents. "We have more than enough to convict Mr. Miller."I nodded, resting my chin in my hand as I watched them. We were all seated around the long dining table, scheming on how to finally send Derek's murderous father to prison. They had been working on this for a week....well, them, obviously. I had just been locked up in this cage because Derek was so paranoid his father was going to send someone to finish me off."Where exactly is Derek again?" Erica asked, scanning the room."I’m not sure," I sighed, tapping my fingers against the wood. "I barely see him anymore. He just comes in, drops off food or checks on me, and then vanishes again.""Scott, I hope he’s still sticking to the main plan," Erica said, turning her head toward Scott, who was typing