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DEVIN's POV I moved past the whole class looking for Emily. I wasn't sure which class she had but I knew she was around. When I met her classmate, she said Emily may be in the library. I grimaced wondering what she was doing in the library and just went looking for her. When I got into the library, I showed the blonde librarian my ID and tilted my head, searching for Emily. I hadn't seen her since the day began and had no idea what she wore. I just hoped I found her quickly. When I took a turn to the other side of the shelf, I found her sitting at the outright end. She was staring at a book and I just paused. I walked over to where she sat and called her but she was lost in her thoughts. She was obviously thinking and not reading. "Emily." "Emily?" How could everyone else hear and totter their heads but she didn't? I touched her and called her name one last time. "Emily." She flinched at my touch but I could see her chest fall when she saw it
When we agreed on a spot, I left the library feeling euphoric. I walked into the restroom and just turned on the tap to wash my face. Everything about Emily made me happier, she was like a drug. I washed my face for some minutes and when I was done, I turned off the tap. I straightened my stance and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I brushed my hair backward with my hands and paused when I saw a reflection that wasn't mine. What the fuck was Xavier sneaking up on me? "Look, I don't want to fight you, just get away from me." He pulled away from the wall he leaned on and stood straight. "I don't want to fight you either." He started. Pffff! That was a huge relief. "What are you doing here?" I asked the moment I turned to meet him. "I just came to talk." What the hell did Xavier want to talk about? It obviously had to do with Emily. I knew he saw us the other day at the basketball court but I didn't do anything. Odd, right?
I've been battling insomnia for some days. It just makes me stay up all night doing nothing. Sometimes I watch a movie to keep myself busy, play games, or like last night, stalk Emily. I stayed on my bed with my phone in my hands. I was trying to get Emily's social media accounts. I wanted to talk to her and tell her what happened earlier was fine and I wasn't mad but I had no way to contact her. I tried using her real name to search her up on Instagram but she didn't seem to have an account or she just didn't use her real name. When I finally found an account with her name, it had no pictures of her. I growled at the effortless effort and hurled my phone away. The only way to see her pictures was to check Gabby's account. She made fun of her a lot and must have uploaded her picture. I got dressed for school and clutched my bag. I headed outside and put on my hood over my head. The purpose of the hood was to keep your head warm and shit but for me, it was
I've started at myself in the mirror for over fifteen minutes. I look good but I feel awkward. Wearing Light colors have never been my thing yet James suggests we should try it. I huffed and adjusted my bag. It felt crazy to not wear a black hoodie and pull the hood over my head. I wore a white pique polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The Nike shoes on my feet looked too good and expensive to be mine. I wasn't used to spending this much on clothes and shoes and it just makes me feel different. I walked into the school hallway with lockers and everyone turned their head in my direction. This has to be the hardest thing in history. I saw jaws drop while others touched the nearest person to them to turn their attention to me. I would have looked if I wasn't me. Seeing Devin the fighter without a hood covering my face and wearing new expensive clothes that were bright colors. Everyone could bet I was up to something. I couldn't keep walking with th
When I got back home all I could think of was Emily's hug and how she scented like a flower. I made up my mind not to wash the shirt because it's my good luck shirt. I sniffed it randomly and smiled. After eating, I realized that I needed to get some groceries. I stood up and picked the same white pique polo and wore it over my sweatpants. I picked up a matching baseball cap and wore it. I slid my legs into my palm slippers and headed to the mall. I was out of groceries and needed to get some things. When I picked up everything I needed, I walked to the counter and handed the cashier my card. "Thank you, sir, see you next time," she smiled. I gave a quick nod and rolled the shopping cart out, so the next customer can be attended to. I flagged a taxi and was getting my things in the trunk of the car when my phone buzzed. It's been only one person texting me since these days and it was James. I read his text and gave a quick smile. It felt like after E
She looked at me for a second and gestured me in. she wasn’t wearing that blank expression that made me wonder what the heck she was thinking. She looked tired and just wanted to get some rest. I sat on the couch hoping I don’t get involved in interrogations like the last time. I took a moment to look around the house. The wall was painted in a cream colour and it looked like it needed a retouch. Aside that everything else looked pretty okay. My eyes caught Emily’s baby picture hung on the wall. The picture looked like it was taken in a birthday party because she held balloons in her hands. Her blue ball gown looked fitted and she wore a matching hair band. She wore a big smile and held her mom. The resemblance was striking and I could point where Emily got most of her features from. My observation was trailed off with Xavier walking in with Emily behind him. Emily had same look I saw on her mother’s face, like she was tired and couldn’t wait to get good rest. I felt
XAVIER'S POV The lobby of the theatre was quiet when we walked in. Devin walked to the movie ticket counter and showed them our tickets. "What's showing?" Emily asked him."The final days started between twenty to twenty-five minutes ago. We can make a pick, After starts in theatre four in ten minutes." My jaw squeezed hearing that. I didn't know how to feel about letting Emily see a romantic movie with Devin. "Isn't that like a romance movie?" Devin turned his head to me and gave a nod. I was going to tell him to make another pick but Emily insisted we saw the movie. "I'm fine with a romance movie. I can't deal with horror or any other thing you have in mind, Xavier." We got into the theatre and sat down. I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy whenever Emily stayed closer to Devin. It was like she was feeling comfortable around him and that sucks. We saw the movie and Emily randomly wore a big cheesy smile and gleamed. I could notice her b
Getting back from school and I could still feel my tummy make that grumbling sound. I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water but stopped halfway when I heard sobs. I tiptoed to the door and placed my ear to the door so I could eavesdrop. “I’m so scared, she’s all I have. I can’t lose her.” She hiccupped and continued sobbing. It's mom but I don’t understand why she’d be crying about losing Emily. Does it have something to do with James and did he want to take her away? “Listen, you’re not going to lose Emily, just relax okay? We’ll figure this out.” "How do you think we will? Child service wants us to get Emily out of here and take her to a good environment. How do we do that? We don't have the money." "I know. I know that." "James is behind this. He's using what happened with Xavier to try to to get her. I can't believe he's trying to take my baby girl after rejecting her." I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was obviously up to somet
I turned to Mom who was wiping her eyes. She had tears welled in them and Dad just hugged her. "It's over," he told her. "You don't have to worry anymore.""It just feels so unreal. I can't believe everything is fine now.""Me too."I honestly couldn't believe it. It was just too good to be true and I didn't know how to feel about it.She gave me a nod and pulled me into a hug. I remained there for a while before Dad asked us to get ready to leave. We strode happily to where the car was parked.We got home and I walked to my room it felt good having a separate room, I liked how it felt. I heard a scream and rushed out to see what was happening."Mom?""Emily! Xavier just got admission into a college in the Los Angeles!"My jaw dropped in excitement and I turned to Xavier. It was good news but Xavier didn't look happy. I turned my gaze to him and my eyes met his. He was staring blankly at me."What's wrong?" I asked him. "This is good news, Xavier.""I guess."His reply was cold and his
ONE MONTH LATER.The cold wind and fresh aura made me smile. I stood beside James watching his jet. Apparently, he was getting ready to leave and I didn't know how to feel about it.It was just the two of us standing there and there was silence. I wish I could hear everything he was thinking of. I felt the sensation and I knew more than ever that I was going to miss James.His lips formed a small smile like he heard what I was thinking and I just twitched my lips. I needed to enjoy the moment because it may be the last time I'd see him. I also knew his ailment had given him a short period of time to live and I really felt bad.I had no idea why I was feeling all those emotions at that point. There was this strong urge to hug him and just remain in his hugs. I remembered how welcoming and warm his arms were but I stopped myself. I didn't have to be overly emotional.I was trying hard not to think about James dying but I couldn't help it and before I knew it, a sob escaped my mouth. Tea
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Xavier. He was staring at me with a small smile tugged on his lips. I got scared at first but the feeling faded and I felt okay."Why are you staring at me?" I asked with a frown."Why didn't you report James to the cops?"I knew he was going to ask that, I just didn't think it was going to be by 3 fucking a.m."I can't.""Why?""I can't even though I want to kill him myself. I know everything, I know the shitty things you did, I know you sold drugs."He twitched his like and continued looking at me. "Do you still sell drugs or do you deliver them in your sleep?"I grabbed the blanket and placed it on my body, turning to the other side to sleep."I need to sleep, leave me alone."He scoffed and I rolled my eyes. "I hate you."I heard him giggle, "I love you too," he responded.* * * *The door slamming open made me open my eyes. It was morning but I was hoping I could sleep a little longer."Emily, get up."Mom grabbed my hands before I c
The moment Mom asked if I saw James, my chest heaved. "No," I replied and twitched my lips. I didn't want to keep talking about him because of the emotions I felt whenever I thought of him."Emily."We turned and it was Xavier. I ran to him immediately and threw my hands around him. He hugged me back, even tighter. I couldn't believe I missed Xavier this much, it was hurting."I'm so sorry," he said as he hugged me. No one else was going to understand, not even Mom. "It's not your fault," she told him."The police found someone involved."My heart raced faster, I felt bad for James. He was going to die and I didn't want him to die in jail."Hi, excuse me." The doctor walked into us and turned to Mom. "There's been no form of abuse, she's fine.""She's fine?""Yes, she is," The doctor confirmed and gave a friendly smile.Mom gave a nod and appreciated him. She stood up from the chair and looked at me. "I need to go and feed Devin, no one is coming for him."I gave a nod, I understood h
I tried to open my eyes and the sunlight hurts them. I tried to figure out what was happening and I realized I was in someone's arm.I freed my eyes again and realized it was James and he was taking me out of the enclosed room. At that point I felt an adrenaline rush in me.He dropped me down and I felt hot tears roll down my eyes, I couldn't believe it. I hugged him right without thinking and cried into his arms.He returned the hug and just remained calm, watching me. I had no idea why I was crying and hugging him but I needed the hug.When I pulled away from his hug, he looked at me and smiled faintly. "You can do what you want now. Call the cops and tell them I rescued you from the teenagers who kidnapped you."Was he asking me to go?"Just go down the road, you'll figure your way. I'll have someone follow you from a distance just so you arrive home safely.""There's no camera Emily, I have my men dismount them so, the choice is yours. I love you."With that, he turned and entered
EMILY'S POVEvery minute I stayed locked in here makes me want to throw up. It feels like I’ve been kidnapped for years, I already lost count of days but I knew it was already weeks. My head split in pain as I tried to recall the incident. I was arguing with Xavier when I got pushed into a moving van. The details of the kidnap were blurry and I couldn’t remember much.I still have no idea how I survived the first day ‘cause panic attacks made me nauseated and disorganized. Their faces all scared life in me, I thought they were going to kill me because of how fierce they looked. The highest punishment I got for kicking one of the guy’s balls was a hard slap.It was hard enough to redden my face but not kill me, I wondered why they were being so careful with me till I overheard their discussion saying they sold me to a rich man and he didn’t want me bruised.I threw up hearing it and the rest turned out to be blurry vision and a bad headache. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a di
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat the moment she looked at me. I looked at Devin and he was growling like he was going to pass out.She lowered her stance to him and cleaned him up without saying anything. You would never believe they knew themselves before now. I didn't care though, I just wanted to get away and that was my concern.When she was done cleaning his wounds, she turned the first aid box to where I was and used a wipe to clean off the surface of the bruises I sustained.I flinched when her hands touched my face and the iodine dropped on my injury."Fuck."She didn't apologize or say a thing. She just turned her box away when she was done. Devin and I remained silent for a while before we heard footsteps and turned our heads in the direction if the door. She had returned with two plates of food. She dropped it in front of us with bottles of water and latched the door.Devin hungrily grabbed the plate and spooned rice into his mouth. I looked at him wondering if
My eyes glinted open and I felt a sharp pain. I could feel the chill from the breeze cutting straight through my damp body.I felt a metallic taste in my mouth, I turned and realized where I was. I was in a room with no ventilation. My face was bruised and I could feel the dried blood clot on my body. I tied to move but realized my hands were still tied to the pole and I couldn't move.My eyes turned to the growling sound and I saw the hefty man who injected Devin beating him up. He was growling as the punches landed on his body.On the other side of the room, a bloodied man was laying on the floor. Devin was getting beaten for doing that to the man. Couldn't he just wait till we realized where the fuck we were?I scoffed and struggled to break free but the ropes holding my hands together had a grip hold. I paused after several trials and just looked at Devin who looked like he was about to die. He needed to get treated because his wounds were susceptible and they looked like it was g
I walked out of the sitting room glad the police didn't want to interrogate me yet. They probably felt he was saying all that because he was accused and it made me feel a rush of relief.I opened the door to my bedroom and looked around. The mess I made on Emily's bed was still there and I didn't have the energy to clean up yet. I knew she wasn't going to yell at me for messing up her bed because she wasn't there and it hurt me to think of her absence.I turned my face away and walked to my bed. I sat on my bed and fell on my back. I looked at the ceiling, thinking of nothing but how to sneak out of the house.Devin had a plan he says we need to see and talk about. I wondered if he had other motives in mind when he sent his invitation but I was blank. I could ask him to tell me the plan over the phone but he would refuse and say it had to be a physical meeting."Fucking hell," I scoffed in an undertone and turned to the other side of the bed. It was only 8 pm and I could get some slee