LESLIE'S POV Every single sound around me is swallowed by silence that seems to come from my own head. The crowd’s noise becomes muffled, a background sound that’s so distant it’s as though it’s miles away from where I am bent over the unconscious man. I can’t move. I can’t take my eyes off hi
KIAN’S POV“Okay, explain to me in simple terms how you lost an ‘old man’ in the middle of a big city.” My voice is calm. Dangerously calm, judging by the direness of the current situation. Grandfather disappeared. Disappeared. That is the exact word the moron standing with his head bowed in fron
LESLIE’S POVGrandfather passed out again after recognizing me in his split second of consciousness. It was just an after effect of the painkillers infused into the drip that’s connected to his body, according to the doctor. But I didn’t know that. And so as soon as grandfather passed out after cal
LESLIE'S POVSomeone clears their throat and that breaks the stare. I look away first and fast, turning my attention back to grandfather who seems like he is trying to hide his face behind me. It surprises me but I soon understand why he is trying to hide his face when Kian stalks over, eyes hard an
Kian tenses. It takes only a moment for me to understand what’s going on. Grandfather doesn’t know about the divorce and that’s not even the worst part. It’s the fact that he was lied to. This is Kian’s way of sorting things out? Of course, typical Kian.Grandfather turns to me again, “Child, did yo
LESLIE’S POV Before I even get to feel bad for standing Travis up the entire afternoon, he slams the car door shut with a brute force that shakes the car and then he stalks forward like a cat. A big angry one. With his eyes set intently on me, he closes up the gap between us in seconds. “Travis
TRAVIS’ POVLeslie is still fast asleep by the time we arrive at her home. I already pulled the car seat back the moment I heard her soft snores while I was still driving, so she’s well relaxed in that position and comfortable too. We arrived at her home minutes ago but I can’t bring myself to wake
BEVERLY'S POV The only good thing about being pregnant is that I can get my way with anyone, especially Kian. But unlike that one good thing, there are too many bad things to count. The morning sickness, the bile that always rises to my throat when I sight certain food, the mood swings and then th
KIAN’S POV “How long are you going to hold on to that?” Cole’s voice startles me. The ring box I was playing with in my hands almost slips out of my hold but I catch it before it can fall to the ground. I glare in Cole’s way as I tuck the box safely back into the last drawer beside my office desk.
LESLIE’S POV (Another week later) I’m starting to think the news weatherman is a fraud. Three years ago and now, his forecast about a perfect sunny day is entirely wrong. The sky harbours thick clouds that hide the sun no matter how desperate she wants to take a peek. It’s no different from tha
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