Leslie always wears dull colors, colors that draw little to no attention to her as a secretary because she shouldn’t stand out. She never fights to stand out and does her job effectively. I open my eyes and that perfect image of her disappears. I sigh, asking myself if I am slowly going crazy. A
CHAPTER THIRTEEN KIAN’S POV I picked Beverley up at the hotel she’s been staying at for the past two months since her return. She seems pleased with me, a development worth mentioning after how she had left my house angrily after I turned down her advances. The date is an opportunity to patch thi
“Let’s get married, Kian.” I choke on the water, spurting it all over my clothes. I cough repeatedly while Beverly tries to help by taking one of the napkins on our table and reaching out to wipe the stain on my shirt with it but I take it from her to do it myself, looking around to see if anyone
CHAPTER FOURTEEN LESLIE’S POV It may seem like I am in control in this unexpected run in with Kian but it is nothing but a facade. Deep inside of me, it feels like I am going to explode from the way my heart pumps blood faster through my veins. It takes everything I have to keep myself from tremb
Travis tenses angrily beside me and he makes a move towards Beverly but I stop him, shaking my head. He huffs in annoyance. Beverly isn’t worth it and she is just as shallow as the man who put that baby inside of her. I brush off the accusation because I know that is not who I am. Instead, I turn ar
CHAPTER FIFTEEN LESLIE’S POV The concept of home for me has repeatedly changed in the last three years and also in the past one week. As of now, home is the suburban mansion whose garage Travis is currently pulling into. He parks his car amidst the many other sleek cars that scream luxury and weal
With that, I walk into my room before he can say another word. ************************************************************** A lot of things have changed since leaving Kian’s home. My mornings are no longer characterized by the rush to assist the maids in making his meal while also getting pre
CHAPTER SIXTEEN TRAVIS' POV Honoring the promise I made to Leslie meant setting aside everything else that needs my attention today just to talk some sense into the egoistic moron I have for a nephew. My first two attempts at reaching him through a phone call and an office visit failed, leaving m
LESLIE’S POV (One week later) > ***************************************************** Read and delete. It’s the third time this week and I’m starting to get sick of seeing the words “corpse”, “body” and “Funeral”. I’ve been subconsciously blaming the innocent little thing growing ins
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at
LESLIE’S POV (One Week Later) “If the police show up again, spray them in the face with the fire extinguisher or something.” Cole’s irritated voice filters through my phone’s speaker and it makes me crack a smile for the first time in a week. “Pretty sure I would get arrested for that.” “Not
LESLIE’S POV My reflexes work faster than they ever have. Fast enough to help me roll away, and bump into Beverly in the process. Mike relentlessly stalks towards me and that’s when I get a good look at his affected leg. I time his movement and before he can take another angry swing of his weapon
LESLIE’S POV Seconds after Beverly crumples to the ground, my breath is still caught in my throat. I’m still trembling as I watch her sprawled on the floor, body jerking uncontrollably. I’m amazed at my strength to still remain standing despite the traumatising scene in front of me. To still grip t
LESLIE’S POV Our hearts are already in our mouths before we see what jumped at us—a ginormous rat, every bit as scared as us. It runs at full speed and scurries into the nearby bush. “All clear.” She mutters and we both step into the shed using her phone’s flashlight. It’s a full shed; a bunch of
LESLIE’S POV We’re barely two minutes away from the abandoned school gate when the engine starts to sputter, the entire truck shaking with the intensity. “No…no…no…no, not now!” Beverly lets out a panicked groan. I am preoccupied with looking behind us to make sure we’re not being followed but at
LESLIE’S POV Kian doesn’t know it—the name of Mike’s sister. I can tell from the way his entire face has gone even paler than it was before. Earlier, it had been pale from the pain of the injuries from the accident that I still don’t know the extent of. Now, he has turned ashen from something m
LESLIE’S POV The sound of my name reaches me from somewhere distant. The sound is repeated just like the throbbing ache in my head. When I finally manage to pry open my eyes, the feeling of deja vu washes over me. My hands and legs are bound tightly just like three years ago in that warehouse.