KIAN’S POV I don’t think I need to rant anymore about how grueling my week has been. Because it’s the same routine with only a few changes here and there; buried myself in work, haven’t heard from or seen Leslie since that fateful day at the hotel, my mother won’t stop talking my ear off about ever
LESLIE’S POV With a track record of acting without thinking and also getting in trouble for it, you’d think I’d change. Especially when it comes to someone like Mike but it’s hard to think when you are shaken up and compounded with strong emotions that force your hand and your head. So despite know
LESLIE’S POV My skin crawls at his words. The bastard, making me seem like I am mentally unstable as a result of Tammy’s death. The policemen seem a bit surprised and I know it’s because Mike called me his sister. I also know he did it intentionally. That two-faced bastard. I just need to go into
KIAN’S POV There is something about silence that makes you feel like you are losing your sanity. It’s strong, potent and has a way of pushing you to the edge. And that’s because while the world around you is in silence, your head isn’t. The silence of the world at a time when you really need to h
LESLIE’S POVI am exhausted and it’s not just a physical state of being. Mentally and emotionally, I am drained. So worn down that I can’t bring myself to leave my bed or even work up an appetite. With no purpose or will, all I have is the strong need to rot in bed all day until I can feel better ab
“You have three minutes. Go see your father. I’ll keep watch.” It takes a moment for everything to finally make sense. Everything from the moment Kian forced me out of the house that morning up until that alarm rang. I’m in awe of him and how he managed to pull it off just so I can see my father a
LESLIE’S POVI am like an animal in heat the moment I lock the door behind us, giving him little to no time to get a grasp of the situation before backing him against the door and once again finding his lips blindly with mine. It feels like forever before I finally feel his lips move against mine, s
KIAN’S POVMine. Mine. She’s mine. The words chimes repeatedly in my head like the depraved thoughts of a caveman. It’s surreal, seeing, feeling and hearing Leslie giving up control to me like this. Asking me to take until I am filled up to the very brim. But that’s the thing, I don’t think I’ll
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.
BEVERLY’S POV The familiar beeping sound that comes from my phone causes me to jerk upright. My eyes train on the screen, following the movement of a blinking red dot on the map. He’s on the move. I slam a couple of bills on the coffee table before hurrying out of the cafe where I had been havi