Tears flow from my eyes helplessly. I just hope that my mother tells me that this is a practical joke, because all the anger and helplessness that I feel inside me is building up with previous sequels, and if I explode, it will not be pleasant at all.
-What are you telling me, mom?
I shake my head and I don't even bother to hide what I feel, I don't bother to wipe the little drops of salty water that run down my cheeks.
-It's the best after all. -My mother's expression is serious. Her lips are pressed into a fine line and she crosses her arms decisively.- Jim's mother is very ill, the doctors say they don't think she will last much longer and Jim wants to spend more time by her side, he wants to be there in her last moments. Just as it will be good for you to separate yourself from the bad influences that you have right now in your life and the bad memories that this house and this city bring you, and thus we will both change a bit of air. 
When the door in front of me opens, I expect to see Scott wondering what I'm doing at home.But not. In his place I find Azael dressed in a black buttoned shirt, with several buttons unbuttoned from which his tattoos peek, which rise to his neck and take my breath away.He adjusts the button on his sleeve and looks at me fiery, with some sparkle in his eyes and his particular lopsided smile. And looking behind you, mine expands more, if that's possible. Scott's apartment is lit only by candles, classical and relaxing music plays in the background, and the best thing, there is a table for two prepared in the middle of the room.- Surprise- he murmurs hoarsely. He holds out his hand and leads me into the apartment, then closes the door behind me. My legs are shaking and I feel the vibration in my chest that causes my heart to crash against my rib cage.-What is all this?- I manage to ask in amazement.-We have never had a date, and I thought it was abo
I wake up and the first thing I see is Azael lying next to me, still asleep.A smile creases my face involuntarily, but it fades as I remember our discussion yesterday.I haven't forgotten a single word of what we were talking about. I plan to bring up the discussion again, I need us to clarify all the problems that plague us and talk about what this has meant for us. Because if I did what I did yesterday, it was because I felt I had to, I had a feeling that it had to happen and that this was the perfect moment.I get up quietly and pick up all my clothes that are scattered on the floor. I feel some pain in my parts, but I ignore it. Once I have collected them all, I get dressed and do my hair a bit in the bathroom, then sneak out so as not to wake Azael. Outside, the candles are out, everything is still in place, and once again I look at the burned curtain and smile. I wonder where Scott has been all night.I close the apartment door wi
I hope to wake up and find Lailah by my side, naked. But instead, I find Scott with a black marker in hand and Kya at his side.-What the hell are you doing?- I murmur hoarsely.They run away from the bed and burst out laughing like two fucking kids. What the hell are these two laughing at?-How was dinner last night? -Kya says wiping the tears from her eyes.-Good- I answer without wanting to speak.Where has Lailah gone and why is she not by my side?- Looks like Tommy did have a good dinner ...- Scott says, kicking my clothes that are scattered on the floor. They both laugh again.-Don't act like you guys didn't have to sleep in the same crappy motel room and nothing happened- I murmur. Immediately, they both fall silent. Scott blushes and Kya glares at me to take a few steps away from him. I smile cynically.I get up from the mattress and st
Things have finally started to go well in recent months. At last, almost everything seems normal and every day, and I have finally taken a break from everything.A breath of Azael.Honestly, it bothers me quite a bit that he hasn't called me since I last spoke to him. And it's not that I have forgiven him or I'm going to do it, but after everything that has happened, what less than to call me to stay and talk about everything that happened or at least to know how I am. Because if something is clear to me, it is that I am not going to be the one to go after him this time, and picking up the cell phone to dial his number would be throwing my dignity away, so I am not going to do it.I enter Latin class and sit in my usual place, on one side by the window. I drum my fingers on the table and kick my feet on the floor. I can't help but be nervous, today is the day they post the results of the grades on the board, as it is the last day of high school before Chri
I can't believe I'm spending Christmas alone. This is beyond depressing.I get out of bed and stretch my limbs and then look out the window. It is all snowy and there is absolutely no one walking down the street. These days in Middleton, not a soul moves, and the streets take on a somewhat mysterious and terrifying air as they are emptyA call from my mother enters my cell phone, so I unplug it from the charger when I see that it has enough battery and I pick it up.-Hi Mom.-Hi Lailah! - she greets happily.- How are you? Is everything alright? How about your vacation?-Everything perfect mom. - I lie.-I'm glad. If you want, you can come here to spend Christmas, I can pay you the ticket and ...-There's no need. -I interrupt her. The truth is that I would rather spend Christmas alone than sitting on the old sofa in Jim's family home which has no WiFi, while a group of old strangers inquire about your private life and ask you uncomfor
My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.- Come back ...- I say in just a whisper. My voice comes out hoarse and my tongue and throat feel dry.I try to wake up, and I notice that everything around me is dark and I am only illuminated by what seems to be a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I manage to get up and sit on it, scared. My arms are numb and extremely cold.The sound of a door opening, then closing makes me even more scared.-Lailah you have to know that I had no other option, and I hope you forgive me- Derek speaks quickly, walking towar
Peter knows the address by heart. It's a three-hour drive from Middleton to 425 NW Avenue in AZ in which I can't stop wondering how he is and torturing myself thinking about how I have allowed such a thing to happen to him.-This can't happen again- Peter announces as we walk. We have already parked all the vans far from the warehouses, in the streets of an old polygon, since these are surrounded by people and if they see our park, we are all dead.- I won't let it happen- I muttered, unlocking my shotgun. From now on I plan to protect Lailah with all my might. I don't care what she said, I deserved it for being such a jerk, and now I realize that I can't afford to lose her.-I think you do not understand me. -He murmurs seriously.- You are constantly endangering the life of that girl by keeping her by your side, and because of you we are being affected by the whole band- he says, and I look back. More than forty men who work for my father follow us with all kin
Intense beeping echoes in my ears forcing me to open my eyes. I am not in my bed, but I recognize the smell of the white sheets that cover my body. I would do it anywhere.Little by little, my ears stop ringing, but I have a severe headache and terrible nausea. I am getting up slowly and from the sunlight that enters through the half-open window, I deduce that it is daytime.I feel like the vomit begins to rise my windpipe so I am forced to run towards the closed white wooden door on the side of the room, the one that I suppose leads to the bathroom, and I throw it all in the toilet, feeling How my throat burns when the liquid passes through it, burning my insides. My back and abdomen ache from exerting so much force so it is difficult for me to get up again.My face in the mirror looks hideous, so as I turn on the tap to rinse my mouth, I also clean my face with water and tie my hair into a bun with a rubber band that I always wear on my wrist, which is f
Eight years more later.Last day of the year. LAILAH.I pick up the last glass and place it on the table. You are now ready to receive your guests.I have placed red napkins and gold cutlery, to match the new china I bought the other day so that I can release it today. In the middle there are candles and some vases with flowers, it is beautiful. Like the rest of our house. There are thousands of little yellow lights and a huge Christmas tree, I would say it almost touches the ceiling, but that is impossible. Our house has soaring ceilings. It is decorated with red and gold ornaments, and in the garden, there is a huge Santa Claus with reindeer. We finally live in a quality neighborhood, so I am not afraid that it will be robbed. Also, the neighbors are great, a couple of months ago, as soon as we moved in, the first thing they did was welcome us with a cake.&nb
LAILAH.I look at my hands nervously and go back to looking at myself in the mirror.It's been just a year since Alison died. Yes, today is the day of the prom, the first day I saw Azael and the last day I saw my best friend.I don't even know how to feel, but I can't help but look back at the past.A year ago everything was completely different. I had just lost the person I loved the most in the world and I didn't even know who I was. I just wanted revenge. Take revenge and do him justice, and boy did it not work out for me, because I ended up falling in love with the last person I thought I could do it with. Azael Volkov. The culprit in the whole thing.I only remember hating him before I
Lailah's face seems to change radically when Kya speaks on the other end of the line. I don't know what the fuck he said, but it seems to be serious. It takes a few seconds before answering.- What ... what are you saying, Kya?Gigi and I looked at each other strangely. Jason tries to hear what Kya is saying.-Where are you?- Lailah asks. Silence.- Okay, don't move, let's go right away- she murmurs before hanging up.-What's going on?- Gigi asks, intrigued.- Scott is alive.Hearing those words I can't help but take a deep breath to calm myself. Kya has been missing for almost a week. We don't know where the hell she's been, or with whom, or if she's drunk or high. We can't believe it like nothing happened, because I'm not getting my hopes up about that shit. We're talking about fucking Scott.-We have to go to the Middleton hospital- Lailah says to me with hope in her eyes.-Lailah. He may be delusional... Scott wa
-I know the answer, but I'll ask you one last time, are you sure about this, Lailah?- Jim asks me putting a hand on my shoulder.-Yes. -I say lengthening the vowel with some fatigue.- I'll try harder in the university next year, I promise you, but I don't want to have to live this last year again, and less without my best friends -sigh.This year has been the most intense and hardest year of my entire life, and honestly, I can't wait to turn the page. I want to start over and overcome everything that has happened.-Well OK. I'll pick up your mother from therapy at 7:30 and we'll be there at 8:00.Jason's car whistle sounds from outside my house, signaling that he has arrived.-Okay, I'm going. I love you! -I say goodbye to him walking towards the door.-Me too! You look gorgeous! -I hear him say before closing it behind my back. I smile at his answer.He is my real father, even if he doesn't have my blood
Day of the attack.AZAELThe city is empty. There are some other cars, but nothing that we cannot control.I did not count on this, neither I nor anyone else, so this part of the city is not clear enough that someone does not call the police at the slightest mishap. So yeah, it's a relief that it's four in the morning on a Monday because otherwise we'd be pretty screwed up.We park on the corner of the street so that the van is not seen and they know we are here, and we all start walking towards the building.Lailah takes my hand and laces her fingers with mine, she's shaking. I squeeze him so he knows I'm here, and that I'm not going to let anything happen to him.Phill stops us.-There's nothing planned Tron, what are we supposed to do?-Survive and keep Lailah alive. -Then I lower my voice a bit.- If you can do it with Scott and Kya too, all the better. I know they are prep
Day of the attack.Lailah.Everyone is ready, at their posts, waiting for Azael to give the signal.Lie. Not everyone. Because I certainly am not prepared at all. I thought it would be a lot easier than it seems to me now. I don't like this plan at all.There are people on the team who are so high up that I can barely see them. Down here there are only a few, who will cover our backs. I look at their faces. I know that some will die. I wouldn't want it to happen, because I know they have a life outside of this, and some will have families. Just like mine, which is also in danger.Azael seems to notice my nervousness, because he grabs my hand and nods at me, reassuring me. We both go with bulletproof vests, submachine guns, spare pistols, and included microphones to communicate. I look at the rest of the team. Even Scott seems serious. Normal. He is the next to climb.-Are you ok
I stroke Lailah's bottom under the covers and sigh. I feel like the luckiest fucking man in the fucking world.She's still asleep, her head resting on my ink-covered chest. I look at her profile, she looks like a doll. I need to take a shower, but she is so calm that I don't want to wake her up.I decide to carefully get out of bed and grab a towel before going to the bathroom.I have been successful. After five fucking months, I got it back. And hell, I couldn't be happier if it weren't for the fact that I only have two fucking options: make it right and risk something happening to her, or screw it up again knowing that Lailah will be protected. And we all know that I will always choose the option where Lailah comes out alive and unharmed, even if it indicates that I will never be able to have her again.I'm looking for Gigi's contact on my mobile. She is still saved as Queen G. I press it and wait for her to respond.-Azael?- she asks with surpri
I take another drink of water before laughing again.I admit that I had been locked in the room all day, trying to figure out what I feel about Azael right now, when reality has fallen on me. I hadn't even thought that I dropped out of school to rescue my mother, whom I miss so much and I don't know what situation she's in. I don't know what they could be doing with her and that has made me so mad that I couldn't help crying. That a person you appreciated as much as a parent can be, who you thought had died, can cause so much pain in your life and even try to kill you just for revenge I swear it is one of the worst feelings I have ever had. And when I am left alone, all that has taken its toll on me.Yes, I know that now I have changed and I am much stronger than before. Or so I try. But when I'm alone and I don't have to prove it to anyone, it's hard not to break down.Luckily, Phill was out shopping for donuts and stopped by to see if he want
I'm screwed up. Screwed.I can put my hand in the fire and swear I would never think that I could feel this way for just one person. Before having met her, of course. And yes, I'm talking about her. Lailah Gozt.Realizing that your whole life revolves around something you can't have hurt so much that you wonder why you are doing it. And in my case, I can't find an answer. And that makes me desperate.Because not only can I not have her, but I already did, and I lost her. And damn, I can't forgive that.Two knocks sound on the door and I blow smoke out of my lungs before speaking.-Fuck you, Scott. I already told you that I don't want you here.They play again and I jump up. Fucking asshole. This boy doesn't understand anything.I open the door with a poker face, when I am surprised to see Kya on the other side. And she doesn't seem very happy, to be honest, I would almost say that she looks at me as if I